"Shit, shit, shit," Isaac muttered, as he held his foot. "Where the hell is the werewolf superhealing when you need it?"
"You werewolves. Always so dramatic." Tatia said, observing the person in front of her. He seemed to be slightly injured so she perked a brow. "How severely are you hurt?"
- The Plastics’ Burn Book edition for Teen Wolf & The Vampire Diaries
This is the reblog listing for anyone in the two fandoms listed above to be on The Plastics’ radar so we know who to stalk and who would like rumors about them, etc. There will be a “Burn Book” so to speak where one of the characters on the blog will make posts about some form of scandalous rumor be it true or false. This will be based on what the Dash consists of post-wise and who wants some trash talked about them! Bear with the Muns seeing as we have out own blogs and aren’t always on here!
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I’m passing out now, so goodnight lovely people <3
Southern Hospitality - Marcel & Tatia
Tatia rolled her eyes as she was tugged through the streets of New Orleans. In all honesty, she knew that she could end every single one of the people that had their hands on her, but that wasn’t really her style. It was as if she was being dragged through the streets for treason. However, by the looks she caught, she couldn’t help but think that was exactly the case. Tatia had never expected this to happen, but now that it did, she figured these mouthbreathers were escorting her to their leader. Even though she could sense she was a lot stronger than them, she knew that their strength wasn’t at all human. Vampires out in the day as if it were nothing? Now her interest was peaked. There were vampires feeding on people out in the open, and no one seemed to bat an eyelash. How peculiar, thought the Petrova as she was pushed through the traffic of tourists and townsfolk.
When they finally reached a building, Tatia considered killing them there. Even though she knew that they probably were planning the same thing for her, she couldn’t bring herself to take someone’s life. Even if they were technically undead. When they made their way into the elevator, Tatia found herself humming the elevator tone, which made her captors slightly irritated. She smiled wickedly, enjoying the rise she got out of the Vampire. When the elevator finally stopped at the top floor, Tatiana was pushed in, and analyzed the room, searching for a means of escape, in case she was out of her league. “Sir, you have a visitor.” Said a vampire that stood behind Tatia, no longer seeing the need to restrain her.