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[islecaptain-a]

@not-helpfcl​ | X

“You think I have a pretty face huh?” the wolf teased as he leaned on the breakfast island in the middle of the kitchen. A lopsided grin on his features. “How about we test how pretty you find it hmm?”

[unsaintedfox-a]

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Deshi wasn't exactly everyone's favorite person. They either never took him seriously because of how many smart ass remarks he made or they took him too seriously because of said remarks. It technically wasn't entirely his fault. He was a kitsune and most kitsune were known as tricksters that loved testing their limits. Which is why right now Kira was berating him for scaring off her last date.

"Kira, I didn't do anything. I didn't threaten him. How is this my fault?" Deshi couldn't understand why he was being blamed for it. "Because you decided it was a great idea to piss him off! Did you seriously have to say I was only dating him because I felt sorry for his accident? Which you followed up by 'the accident of when you fell face-first into the ground and were stuck like a pug for the rest of your life.' " Okay so Maybe Deshi was at fault. But he couldn't help it. The kid was so nervous he was just trying to lighten up the situation. "To be fair, he does look like a pug." Deshi grinned as Kira started throwing random objects in her room at him and throwing him out of the house.

He really didn't know where to go or what to do. Which is why he decided he would go to the one person who somewhat tolerated him. Noelle. Now it wasn't exactly like they were best friends, but she tended to not overreact when Deshi got protective. Which is why he was knocking on her door with a sly grin.

[artxmisargxntum-archive]

@not-helpfcl​ for Isaac

Allison had been on the trail of this particular hunter for a couple of weeks now.  A few months ago she’d found an old Argent safehouse, and in it a ledger of Gerard’s that had provided a nice list of the kinds of men he’d considered trusted allies.  Men who had shared his ideas about power and those who were different from them.  Of course they’d all been in the game for quite a while, so tracking them wasn’t exactly a cakewalk.  But she’d finally caught up to this one, prowling through the woods outside the cabin he was staying in with her eyes glowing faintly silver like they always did as she closed in on the end of a hunt now.  With her bow drawn and each step across the leaf-litter beneath her feet almost unnaturally silent she drew closer, not yet realizing that she wasn’t the only predator stalking this particular prey.

[musamulta-a]

@not-helpfcl​ (Isaac)

“You could try and sound a little less surprised when I say I’m a scientist. I can also be a badass, too.”

[incolubruma]

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“---You ever just feel trapped?” The words came out of nowhere in the comfortable silence that had been between them. “You don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be in Beacon Hills... but you can’t leave. You can’t leave because people need you.” Even though people hated Theo quite a bit more than they did Isaac. They didn’t hate Isaac, at all. Theo knew he deserved the hate, but he still felt trapped.

[flounderingdestinies]

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Claudia was deep in her work, bent over a half-crushed circuit board to see what she could salvage in cramped space she called a workshop.  She’d set up in one of the smaller warehouses, chasing off the younger kids who’d been using it before and turning it into one of the more formidable bases on the Isle.  The whole thing was full of salvaged tech and various pieces of scrap that she’d gathered from the barges that kept the Isle supplies with Auradon’s trash.  Trash that she turned into something useful, and often dangerous.

Anyone on the Isle who needed something more advanced than a dagger or bow and arrow knew where to find her.  Not that she wasn’t defended from unwanted intrusions even still.  The warehouse was littered with booby traps and she carried more than one nasty toy on her person to discourage anyone who might take advantage.  After all, as a girl without a gang she had to be extra careful.  She didn’t even have familial protection, as content to ignore them as they were to ignore her.  She lived and worked out of the warehouse, completely on her own.

[criedwxlfarch]

@not-helpfcl​  / liked.

     "isaac,"   his name is a drawn out whine as stiles moves through the living room, promptly plopping down on the couch and sprawling out. the other doesn't even budge, even when he drops his head in the wolf's lap. wide honey brown eyes blink up at him, pausing only a moment before he squirms and pokes the leg under him.   "i'm bored. let's go for a drive."   everyone had warned isaac when he agreed to rent an apartment with stiles that he'd regret it eventually, but so far in the almost year that they'd been living together they'd managed not to bite off each other's hair.

[islecaptain-a]

@not-helpfcl​ | Malia wanted her daughter ok?

“I’m not really the most qualified to take anyone anything kiddo.” Malia’s hand were on her hips. Regardless to how much she actively avoided the pups, one always seemed to slip through the net. The same one, every time. Little Luna, whose scent reminded her of Derek and Peter’s. “Isaac might be able to show you though?”