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[alittlebitofamess]

Scott hugged her back tightly, the feeling of his not-quite-girlfriend in his arms relieving after all of the confusion he was going through. “Malia, oh my god.” He said, laughing softly. “Yeah, it’s me. I’m here.”

alittlebitofamess​:

Scott suddenly found himself rowing up to an island in a small boat, the wind tussling his hair and strong against his face. He was startled, as the last thing he remembered was the library, and then…. nothingness. He continued to row, docking the boat as if it was the most natural thing in the world - despite the fact that he had never been in a boat in his life - and climbed out, recognizing that he was in what looked like a small town. Scott noticed a figure in the distance, and he quickly ran up to them, tapping the figure on the shoulder. “Hey, I’m sorry, but do you know where we are?” @havenstarters​

Malia was freaking out a little bit. She had never liked not being in control of things or stuck in situations that she couldn’t comprehend; she hated losing and there was no way to win when you didn’t know who or what you were up against, and so far she had only seen Peter here, which honestly didn’t do much to ease her frustrations despite him being her father. She turned at the tap on her shoulder, ready to tell whoever it was to jog on and leave her alone because she had no idea either, but she stopped frozen when she noticed who it was.

“Oh my god. Scott?” She wasted no time in pulling him into a hug, not even waiting for his response before her arms were around him. Finally somebody that might be able to figure things here out, somebody that she trusted explicitly. 

[alpha-as-hale]

Feral [Peter||Malia]

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Having caught the itch to shift early, Peter scurried off to the woods before sundown. His meeting with Cora still under his skin, the Alpha was ready to shift as soon as he left civilization behind him. However, a pair of scents and the sounds of disgruntel voices caught his attention. The more familiar scent was of werecoyote, while the other was unknown for the most part. He could tell it was a vampire. 

Looking up at the Sun in the sky, Peter chuckled as he deciphered the vampire must have been of the Mikaelson’s kind. Freaks of nature within their own kind, the werewolf grew even more interested. As he approached, he realized the vampire was definitely out of it. “I want to play,” he announced, abusing his enhanced speed to get between his fellow were and the leech. A warning growl vibrating in his chest---excited to let out some steam.

[arrumos]

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[macabrefm]

                                                ─  ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠  ─

@moonaed​ : kiki  ───  aspyn  locke,  christian  frusilier,  victor  fontaine,  damon  salvatore,  elena  gilbert,  callan  wisteria, +  aranya  chai  .  ───  4/6 .

@geminiliv ,  @secrethale ,  @aangelmilton , @ellenharvellee , @faerosalind :  brynn  ───  olivia  parker,  rosalind  ‘  rose  ‘  ramone,  anna  milton,  ellen  harvellle, +  malia  tate  .  ───  4/8 . 

@groupiefree​ :  mel   ───  dan  ‘oz'  ozborne .  ───  4/6 . 

[dreamyoncs]

@secrethale​ asked:  ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver .

          “  ow --  ”     reflexes clearly nowhere near the other’s, davina couldn’t catch the item thrown at her before it hit her in the cheekbone, only holding her hand in time so the chunky bracelet fell into her open palm once it bounced off.  one quick look at it and davina was quick to recognize it from years ago.  from when everything was as easy and simple as making shitty-looking bracelets for one another and exchanging them in school.  from when they still had a somewhat strong bond that had not been stained with the bitterness of time coming in between.  from when they were friends.  in actuality, davina would still consider the other a friend, though they had to embrace that there were still bridges to rebuild.  still, davina was willing.  yet the other gave off bitterness and the witch was confused by what might have caused her to throw that bracelet at her.  brows furrowing and fingers curling around the item, davina raised her gaze at malia, confusion clear in her expression.     “  what was that for?  ”

[haven-hq]

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@grcvegirl

due to request, stiles stilinski, theo raeken and caroline forbes have been reopened.  due to inactivity lydia martin, malia tate, and elena gilbert have been reopened.

[alpha-as-hale]

Coincidentally, Just by Chance [Peter||Malia]

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Peter walked through Bon Temps happily, welcoming the Sun and even mosquitoes. Anything as long as he wasn’t trapped under fake light anymore. Not to mention the smells, the scent of illness and death was driving Peter crazier than the cage of vivid memories about the fire he’d been trapped in. Every time he had slipped out, getting back to the hospital felt harder. Once free, he was glad to no longer need to return.

He was on his way to Merlotte’s when he caught a familiar scent. It couldn’t be possible, right? Far as he knew, only Laura, Derek and himself survived the fire. Following the scent, he came face to face with a stranger. “Hm... Not whom I expected,” he judged shamelessly. “If you’re Cora.... You’re much more different than I remember,” Peter admitted, although it wasn’t the reunion he had imagined. She couldn’t be Cora, however, seeing how the scent was completely wrong---down to the fact she didn’t smell like no wolf. Maybe she’d been around his niece.

[macabrefm]

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[haven-hq]

@grcvegirl

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please follow elena gilbert and malia tate.