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| Void Stiles | | Indie | Selective |   | from MTV's TeenWolf. | Mun 21+ | NSFW content PLEASE NOTE: This is a side blog (Follow back from Thesinful-lot).

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Hades and Persephone | Voidia

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piaememoriae :

Lydia had come back to this story time after time it had lost its posttraumatic effect — it no longer sent a chill settling over her, and she was able to speak about it without trying to erase the memory of the harsh luminescent lacrosse field lights and her bloodstained dress. She had found peace with it, and she found herself distracted by the brush of lips and pearly whites along her sensitive skin. “Are you trying to make me blush on purpose?” She teased, feeling a pink glow spread across her cheeks and rolling her eyes — though she felt an unmistakable spark, making her want more. It still felt wrong — a betrayal to her essence, to her pack — and she may have had no choice, but after last night any emotional fortification had crumbled and vanished. She could find his presence indulgent, and there was no benefit in fearing the effect that stirred within her at his touch with her intimate palisade swept away. Her petite digits idly curled around his, a hint of a smile playing at lilac petals. “I hope they have that pretty pair of Dolce & Gabbana heels I’ve been wanting…”

“Oh so do I, they’re fancy right? I would love to spoil you” He muses and looks at their intertwined hands. His mind raced to where he would like to put her hand, put he pulled himself back... for some reason. It troubled him momentarily but he realized he should probably say something given the length of time he had lustfully looked at their hands.     “How on earth are you this soft?” He asks, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a sweep. She looked up at her from under Dusky hues, a deep mix of amber and yet somehow also black  He lifted her hand to tentatively place a kiss on the back of it. 

Once they had melted away from the moment of their post-slumber lust, V moved to gather his things and get changed. He slipped on a different shirt in the same room as her, but hesitated when it came to changing his pants. For some reason he felt like he should hide himself, yet never once had he given a shit about being naked in front anyone.      “Do you mind?” He asks playfully, motioning a swirl with his finger; suggesting she should be the one to turn around and preserve his modesty.

@bansheeintuition

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I hate spiders

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iknowmypvth :

As he heard the murmur, Peter paused, turning to see the boy who’d bumped him. And he narrowed his brows before pushing his glasses up. “Hey… my bad.” The voice was soft as he observed the other, clearly bereft and off his game. “Seriously, I’m sorry. Can I uh… Can I get you anything?” He asked, brow perked. “I mean, you just… You look like you’ve been through hell and back.”

“Oh gee do I? I’m good thanks.” He said calmly with a slight narrowing of the eyes, but the mood passed. He didn’t know this kid... he’d done nothing to him.      “No hey, I’m sorry man, That wasn’t fair. I literally feel like hell.” He says, returning to his slightly bubblier Stiles self. He reached out to shake the other’s hand,       “So we good?” He asks looking hopeful, but still like shit at the same time.

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Eichen | Void x Lydia

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Void smiles as he sees it, the ether that Banshees produces  when they harness their voice to something tangible. She was a fast learner. And her scream certainly proved that... but she wasn’t there yet.     “You could really get the hang of this... maybe I shouldn’t be teaching you.” He says taking a step around to stand in front of her.       “Unless you promise you will never. ever-” his voice dropped and turned sinister, “-Use it against me.” He finishes, his eyes seeming to grow darker as he spoke... but only to someone who was really looking into them. 

A deal with the devil wasn’t ever a good idea. Unless you were caught between a rock and a hard place... and Void seemed to have stumbled onto a banshee who was in just that very spot.  He held up his hand, willing her to take it... to feel her soft, warm skin against his. How long had it been since he’d felt another’s touch? He had been asleep for so long.      “So? Wwwhaat do you say?” He purrs.

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THE JANE DOE.

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abusemeshutupandome :

Stiles didn’t know it but, actually, her thoughts about Lydia were not so good. To the point she preferred to avoid talking to her even for the smallest thing. To appear by her side maybe let him think they knew each other or - big surprise! - they were friends. But they weren’t, maybe they will never be. Hellionor was too proud, plus Lydia’s attitude used to annoy her. For some moments her group of ass-kissers and Hell walked close along the way, then H sped up her step. Right for what happened Stiles was going to take her aside and speak to her, not so bad then.

 Nowdays kids were bolder: when they passed next to him, muttering some comments, they laughed to theirselves in the aftermath. Of all the things he could do or tell to answer them back, he let go as if nothing happened. Huffing, puffing, acting in his own awkwardly beaut— way. “What a little goofball…”, H thought. He seemed totally harmless, benign. A series of actions made by him created a sequencing: he came to her, he pointed at her, he gestured to send her a message. All of this when before they never talked! H couldn’t help but raising both her eyebrows as anxiety was setting up a nest inside her stomach. But if Stiles looked so innocent, so simple a kind of guy, why she acting like the most innocent and weak one between them? Well, she realized it. She feared for him to disappear and be unavailable, fly away from her hands now that she was having the possibility to hold something. 

A conversation with him, his attention, for example. She was such a weirdo she didn’t want to scare him. So far. H looked up at him, his question made her anxiety grow. Had they already a topic to talk about? “Just a second? An hour if you want to…”, a voice inside her spoke.       “Sure. Tell me.”, she barely - barely smiled at him.

He felt instantly as though she was miles above him on the social ladder. He swallowed and was somewhat taken a back realizing just how gorgeous this girl actually was. It disarmed him somewhat, and he forgot what he’d asked her out here for. Oh right.       “Uh so I don’t know what you think you saw before.... when I was um... staring? At Lydia...” He definitely sounded like a creep. He rubbed the back of his neck and licked his lips, exhaling awkwardly.       “I, yeah... I was actually just uh, looking at the lockers behind you guys? So like ... if you could just uh... not  tell her?” He’d assumed the two were close, she was walking so close to the group of girls. 

Now he wasn’t so sure if that was the case. She looked familiar, but not in the same way that the other girl’s who he saw when looking at Lydia did. She looked more like a supporting character who was always in the shot but never got introduced.     “I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name... I’m Stiles.” He says offering her his hand with a goofy grin.

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Master Manipulator | Closed

@rejectsontherun

His existence was one that probably shouldn’t have occurred. Yet here he was. Void was loose in the world and no one from Beacon Hills knew a damned thing about it. The world was his oyster to destroy, and he had every intention of doing so. He had no Oni, no super strength, but he was still stronger than a pathetic human.      “See, my bones would never break that easily!” He teases, feeling the mortals skin warp around the splintering bone within his grip. There was a loud scream, and of course a lot of begging. But he rolls his eyes and shoves the man back. 

He looked at the man who’d been stupid enough to pull over and try help him. Looking like a dorky teen had its perks at times.      “Begging? Really? I mean, if I was going to let you go I wouldn’t have bothered tracking you down, would I? Now where’s the cloaking charm?” He asks holding his hand out for the trinket. He was sure this warlock knew where it was.... though whether he was the Warlock V had been chasing, he couldn’t be sure. Another downside to being less powerful, less accuracy when trying to sense shit. The man handed over a necklace and then held his hands up in prayer   ‘please, I gave you what you wanted leave me be?’ 

The dark spirit smirked and then looked up the alleyway to see who was around. It was pouring down, so no one.      “Mmmmm sorry, not happening.” He says before shoving his fist right through the guys chest cavity and through to the other side. The precision was enough to look like the man had been blown through with a shot gun, but Void just couldn’t  make it so cut a dry for whoever found this guy. So he looked at the fire escape above them.         “That will do.” He says to himself as he throws some wire up and over the railings, attaching each end to the victims wrists so it looked like he was still praying. A homage to his last moments... how fitting. Void then jumped up onto the landing of the escape, and begun climbing up to the roof. He wanted to know how long it would take for someone to find him... and he wanted to hear the screams when they did. And so he waited... and waited.... and waited.

[carmenr99]

Stiles Stilinski

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              What happened to the woman who called out for Chaos?

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Set:neverthetwoshallmeet

AU!Verse: The Nogitsune was captured, but he managed to transfer some of his powers to a talisman he had stashed as a back up. This essentially created a copy of Void Stiles who isn’t AS strong or evil. But is still chaotic and manipulative. He might run into Teen Wolf Chara’s / that’s who I’d prefer to plot with for this, but this can also be a sepparate verse where the show is part of V’s backstory. He doesn’t look as grim, and tries to hide his dark eyes with glasses most of the time.

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Set:inthemidstofitall

Verse: This is set around the time when the others know Stiles has been possessed and that the Nogitsune is who he is. This can be either when Void has just fled the house after being exposed, or the days leading up to it. The nogitsune will act unpredictably and violently during this time when he feels the pack closing in.

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Set:beforetheyfiguredshitout

Verse: This is the time within that sweet spot when things were happening, but people hadn’t quite figured out that it was the Nogitsune, and that the Nogitsune was inhabiting Stiles’ body.  This verse IS from the void’s perspective, but he allowed Stiles to continue life as normal during the day, feeding on his energy and causing havoc at night. Stiles will be Tired and cranky/paranoid that no one believes he can feel something’s wrong. Void will be out late at nights, sometimes in the school if something is plotted. But he is trying to keep a low profile at this point so if you come right out and say what he is he will shut that shit down and possibly get aggressive.

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Set:beforethetakeover

Verse: This wil literally be anything prior to Void Stiles coming into effect. However, I am not the most confident with my abilities at Stile himself so this one would be a selective verse.

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Caught In The Middle | O P E N

Stiles had been called into the office to talk about his constant zoning out in class. Well he thought that’s what this was about, he hadn’t really had a chance to look at the slip which had brought him here. He hadn’t realized the other person who had come at sat one over from him, until they sneezed.     “Bless you.” He says on reflex, looking up at the receiver of his blessings with a side eye when they didn’t say thanks.

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Hello Darkness My Old Friend | O P E N

He sat on the edge of the cliff looking down at the city with which he was wreaking glorious havoc.  Everything just looked better at night, and nothing anyone said would ever change this Ol’ Dogs mind. Yes... He was in control of the Stiles’ mind, and no one had even realized his evil had come to town yet.He let the boy wander like a shell through school, exhausted. Meanwhile taking the vessel out for a joy ride every now and then. He wondered briefly if he could stick a landing from this high.      “Best not to risk it.”  He sighs, pushing up from the edge and turning to walk back to the truck which Stiles would be suspicious if it was left. Though her made a mental note to do that around town sometime. With a dark chuckle he moved to get in the truck, but he wasn’t alone on the road. Ugh, time to play nice. Jumping out of the car he channeled the goofball kid he was impersonating, waving his bat like an idiot, swinging it in the headlights at whoever was standing behind the truck.       “I have a bat!” He yells approaching them, though backs off at the last second.    “Uh, hi... hello, can I help you?” 

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THE JANE DOE.

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abusemeusemeshutupandomeme :

Beside the famous Lydia Martin there was another red headed one walking through the corridors of Beacon Hills High School. Just - despite her autumn features, the light redness on her cheekbones made her skin assume a freezing tone. What about a princess that represented the fall? Good idea. In constrast with the renowned scientist she wasn’t known by people that much. Her name was Hellionor Ziegler, a German one. As every morning, or almost, her crystal clear irises rested on him with the weight of a leaf. The ‘’him’’ she was thinking about was the same since two years, he was called Stiles Stilinski. As coldness started to cool the air down his flannel shirts looked warmer, and she was sure they had his scent on them, one that she would have liked to smell. Hell sighed as she reached the literature class with a feeling of emptyness in her stomach, she was always there waiting for something to happen, for an attention of his, but she had none of this and she sometimes got tired of that lack. He was a distant goal, but the connection with him that she felt, somehow, kept her on hanging. She left a trace of melancholy around her as she sat down. That day his skin was paler, his eyes surrounded by intriguing dark circles, and his aura radiating off not the good old Stiles anymore. 

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Stiles had been pining for Lydia Martin for as long as he could remember. He’d been there, in the background of every major event in her life. When she had gotten Chicken Pox, or tonsilitis... he’d take her soup or scented candles and was forever leaving them on her door hoping she would see him one day and realize he’d been the one . But as he was staring after her today, and as Scott his him in the chest for staring, his eyes caught glimpse of a girl he’d never noticed fully, and she was staring at him. He blinked and shook his head as the group of girls walked around the corner, and he felt dread... she would tell Lydia that he was staring at her... he would come off like a creep! He had to get to that girl and explain himself... in some way. 

He waited until the bell had rung as he figured it would be easier to find her if everyone was sitting in their rooms. He’d been growing more and more tired ever since their latest enemy was vanquished, and weird shit had started going on at the school. Well, weirder shit that normal. Stiles swallowed as he found the girl who’s name he didn’t even know, and he waved awkwardly, and he was able to catch her eye pretty quickly from through the classroom door. He pointed at her and gestured for her to come to him, his huffing and puffing catching the attention of some kids who were passing and muttered something about him, to which he spun quickly and rested against the door awkwardly smirking at them as if he hadn’t just been acting weird.  Once they were gone he spun back around and saw that the girl wasn’t in her seat anymore. He craned on his tiptoes to peer further in the class and then felt a tap on the back of his shoulder. He yelped and turned around, ready to attack whoever it was, but then he realised the girl must have left through the back door of the class.      “Oh uhh hey! Can I talk to you for like one second?” He says urgently as if his life depended on it. 

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i remember everything i did and the worse part is i remember liking it.  because i felt powerful, i felt fearless and most of all in control. but when i came through it, i learned something else. 

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» styles & lydia: 03x03 - Fireflies

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Starter call!

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