#notabondvillian

[consistenthero]

HOLY SHIT I HAVE SHERIFF X PETER ON MY DASH. Nice.

[thetwistedargent]

Boyfriend application because I am the biggest shit ever and Peter wanted to be dickish. forgiveme. 

Name: Peter Hale

Age: Old enough

Sex: Male

Birthday: November 1st

Height: 6'1"

Sexuality: Anything that catches my eye.

Relationship status: Vaguely occupied

occupation: serial killer Barista

Do you have any:

siblings: you burnt them all alive.

pets: No.

piercings: Doesn't work on a wolf body

tattoos: I think I've been burnt enough in one lifetime. or two

favorite:

movies: Horror and gore.

foods: Does wanting to eat your heart count?

bands/artists: Nothing says music like the sound of you whimpering for your life.

things to do: Ripping out your throat.

Application DENIED, you're a sick, psychotic man, Peter Hale. I wouldn't date you if you were the last man on Earth; however, if you want to have hot, angry sex you know where to find me.

[sortofsassy-blog]

♦♦♦

"Okay. I’ll admit it… I’ve had the same kind of thoughts about you, too. Just… try not to let it inflate your ego too much more, okay? It might pop if you do."

[wailingxbeauty]

I'M SO SORRY TO THAT ASK/CHAT THING I JUST REBLOGGED! A POST TOLD ME TO DO A THING AND I DID IT AND A BAD THING HAPPENED.

[sortofsassy-blog]

[ There's a part that's missing. ] +notabond-villain

         Saska wasn't sure just how long it was that she'd been away from Beacon Hills. When Derek had given up his alpha powers to save Cora, and then left with no warning, the werewolf couldn't take being there any longer. She had gotten this uncontrollable urge to just get up and go. Somewhere. Anywhere. To run from it all. Leave everything behind for awhile and try to forget.

             She couldn't forget.

                          Now that she was back, the she-wolf found herself walking up to the old Hale house, having just gone on a nightly run through the woods. She'd missed the trees, and that feeling of home.

                                             Icy eyes glinted in the moonlight, taking in the dilapidated house looming in front of her. The reminder that she was a lone wolf for the first time in her life, hit Saska hard. That feeling of belonging. Of being in a pack... It wasn't there, it was missing, and she wanted so desperately to have it back.

[awolfinamask]

You can trust me. Some times.

"You’re funny.                            I know better.”

[awolfinamask]

Relax. It's not like I did anything ~ -purrs-

[awolfinamask]

You know how verses work, dear. Sp no. And quite frankly, I doubt it matters. If you must know, I almost had a Derek as well.~

"Okay, that’s gross. No. That’s—                                                No.”