❛ I WANT MY FAMILY BACK.

malia tate. werecoyote. white house.

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so... i just sent in my message for an unfollow bc this group is just Too Much  ( and idk when it will be posted since the main is awfully busy rip to them ) and my tiny lil anxiety ridden brain can’t handle it rn !!! haha. rip to me aswell. i might be back. i might not. group rps aren’t even my thing anymore so i probably won’t but i am in the process of making a malia indie and that’s over @coyoteskin !!! hmu if u wanna chill. or if u have sk*pe mine is lydiamaximoff just tell me who are in the lil message or i’ll cry about randoms !!!  i don’t know what else to say !!! you’re all lil angels so !!! peace out baby loves thank u for having me muah ilysm  💕💕 💕💕 💕💕

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[differentconfessions]

I’d like to see the Teen Wolf group go to a karaoke bar. That’s just be a sight to see!

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😈 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

evil muse shenanigans. |  :^)))

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@impulsivc​

                  how many times can she get away this? it’s not self defense. in her case, it’s never self defense. she had been following her victim for an hour, and dragged out their death for even longer. the thing that made it abruptly stop was the presence of another and she knows who it is. she knows his scent. she knows the calm he’s supposed to bring and the anchor to her depleting humanity he controls. he’s supposed to make her better. but nothing comes of it and she’s reveling in the sensation of it all. scott’s voice rings in her head - WE DON’T KILL PEOPLE. but she wasn’t like them. she was a feral animal. “control is overrated, right??” she actually laughs, marveling at the blood coating her fingers and wiggling her hands with a child-like enthusiasm. mocking him was an absolute delight. “'cus i couldn’t control myself and now he’s dead. my bad.”

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“Back in this hell again which means drinking my arse off.”

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                  “again? you’ve actually been able to leave -- how the fuck did you accomplish that?”

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😈 RIP MY BBY MALIA NO

evil muse shenanigans. |  :*

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                  “before you start lecturing me, it’s not my blood.” not a single drop of blood tarnishing her skin is hers. there’s a lot, it’s on her fingers and clothes, splatters of red staning her soft features and making her grin all the more terrifying. but it didn’t come from her; it came from what was left of the person she had just ripped in two with elongated claws. something is very wrong. but something had never been quite right with malia to begin with. years as an animal made her numb to certain things, and threats placed against the few things she cherished made her animalistic side take over. except it hadn’t stopped, and she couldn’t make herself better. now she had a dead body beneath her feet and nobody else to blame. so she plays into her old self, embracing the theatrics and forcing her eyes to water as she pretends to be appalled by her own actions.  “i had to kill him. he tried to kill me.” lies, lies, lies. every word passing her lips was a lie. “don’t tell scott or stiles, please? they won’t get it.”

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Send 😈 for a starter with an evil version of my muse!

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loving me must be so fucking hard i am so fucking sorry

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my friend: tony stark is the richest superhero me: SWEATY  ,, , ,da rli ng ,, , NO :^)

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erica was taken back slightly by the bluntness of the girl’s question, but that didn’t matter as much as her feeling of happiness. the word pack echoed in her mind but not in a sad way like before, no, she was finally belonging somewhere. “yeah. i was hoping i’d join to, considering i was pretty alone before.” she raised a brow, trying to seem sassy in her old erica fashion. “so i take it that you’re happy about this?”

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                    “duh! scott’s good at bringing lonely people together -- it’s kind of his thing, i guess.” it’s almost as if the mccall pack was made for that. they weren’t the most conventional pack, but it worked. each member was important and brought something different so the addition of more was always a good thing. malia had her suspicions, but that came with just about every new member. “we’re all a bunch of misfits. but it’s good, right? we kind of just... fit together.”

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“I have a feeling we’re going to be best friends.”

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                  “what if i already have a best friend? you can’t take her spot.”

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          lydia didn’t listen to malia’s argument, because she knew exactly what it would be, she didn’t need to. “that was a FULL MOON, malia, you couldn’t control yourself.” lydia was practically begging for the girl to understand because to see malia hurt is something she never wants. “think of it this way, when you were breaking me out of eichen if my scream were to have killed one of you would that make ME a monster because i couldn’t control it ??” thought the strawberry blonde knew she’d have blamed herself had anything happened to anyone, she didn’t voice it. she refused to think it, even.

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                    as much as malia adored the girl, she HATED when she was right. which was pretty much always since the girl was a genius in her own right. her lips purse as her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose, trying to usher away any of the unkind thoughts she had about herself. even with the knowledge that she hadn’t harmed her mother and sister in any way, the guilt still remained. and even if she hadn’t killed them, she had wished them dead. “can you just not be right, for like, a day? it’d be great.” there’s no malice to her voice, it’s only defeat. she doesn’t have it in her to dwell on the thoughts or drag out the debate between them. “sorry for being weird. i’ve been thinking about it too much.”

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            she makes a sputtering noise, pulling a face before shaking her head. she knew it was a valid point; clawing the air DIDN’T exactly pose much of a threat. still, if malia could create claws, who knew what else she was capable of? it didn’t matter — they were both going bare-knuckle. korra was aware of how much strength she possessed and she was genuinely curious to see how much malia possessed. honestly, it was a pleasant distraction from the fact she was alone in the town — though perhaps PUNCHING wasn’t the best way to deal with that. still, she clenched her fists, lunging forward and allowing her fist to collide against the cheek of the other girl, before she added a second punch to her torso.  “ show me what your made of. ”  her voice was still playful, despite the taunt. 

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                    the blow to the face shouldn’t have made her smile, much like how the punch to her torso shouldn’t have elicited something reminiscent of a laugh if it hadn’t nearly winded her. call malia a masochist, but it had been an eternity since she had sparred just for the sake of it and even longer since she had a partner that seemed like a challenge. iron dances across her tongue and she enjoys it, cracking her knuckles before she takes a swing back at korra, and putting even more force into her legs so she could swipe her off her feet with a quick turn. “see, now it’s fair.”