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@sweetscreamer replied to your post:do i re-write nogi’s bio so that he has his own...

whichever one you like better c:

i appreciate you but omg i actually need help choosing

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do i re-write nogi’s bio so that he has his own body? or do i just ? leave it? i could make it so he’s either got stiles’ face still or has another entirely.

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other people: i can’t RP villains :(( being mean is so hard omg :(

me:

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外側の自己。i’m going to open this blog up to Theos and Peters as a test of sorts. If it works out I’ll probably open up my main blog to them, but if this completely blows up in my face you can bet your ass that won’t be happening.

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外側の自己。i was gonna finish replies and whatever but i’m exhausted so nah but hey                       maybe tomorrow

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What are you doing in my room?

nogi creepin’         22 ( @elevenmccall​ )

Up the trellis, onto the roof of the porch, and into the alpha’s room. It’s a path he knows all too well, thanks to his host’s memories, and he takes it with ease, but there’s a tremor rocking his fingers. He can nearly taste the anxiety that clouds the air around him; it’s practically tangible at this point. “Move over. I’m sleeping in your bed.” It’s an insult to himself, he knows, to be forced to bed with the wolf, but he sees no other way to find temporary solace.

The window is shut and locked behind him, but he still casts a quick glance around outside before he shuts the curtains. That’s not enough for him, it seems, for he moves to the door of the room and locks it as well before settling down on the alpha’s mattress. He’s rubbed off on Stiles, yes, but it must have happened in reverse as well. Why else would a thousand year old spirit be scared of the dark?

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❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜

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❛ uh         i hope that was a joke, too, ❜ she said uncomfortably, furrowing her eyebrows and narrowing her eyes at him. 

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“What are you doing in my room?”

nogi creepin’         17 ( @amelicrate )

     Though he is well aware of the time, this is the moment in which Malia repays her debt. The window slides open and shut easily, quick enough to grant him entrance. He raises his hands at the first sign of aggression, taking half a step back with words already on his lips. “Please, don’t send me away.” It sounds like a request, but surely she knows it is a command. “You still owe me that favour.” There’s blood on his hands, in his hair, and on his shirt - in truth, it’s everywhere, though he is not sure where it all came from, nor does he know whether or not most of it is his. What he does know, irrefutably, is that a a gash has opened on his side, and is currently spilling over with fresh, hot sanguine. “If you don’t want Stiles to DIE, you’ll make sure I don’t.”

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“What are you doing in my room?”

nogi creepin’         23 ( @silver-argents )

     He watches her through the glass. Does she know what she has done to him? The way he feels in this moment is unmatched by any other fragment of his life; for the second time in a thousand years, he feels entirely UNWHOLE. Stiles satisfied his need for quite a time, but how can one such as him satiate his need for HER? The huntress’ pain draws him in; it is the hurt she feels that keeps him near. The nogitsune enters through the window, forcing it open from outside to step in, and a hand reaches for her wrist to keep her from running. He traps her arm in his vice-like grip, but uses the contact to draw her nearer. Lips ghost over porcelain skin as though wary of breaking her, and he pauses with his mouth a millimetre from hers. “Kiss me,” he whispers, but he gives her no time to answer; he takes what he desires, the touch of their lips twisted into something dark by the nature of his desires.

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“What are you doing in my room?” ~Valery

nogi creepin’         3 ( @riddlingtrickster​ )

He hates the feeling of rejection. It makes something dark simmer in the pit of his stomach; it sickens him. The nogitsune’s only solace is that Stiles is not the only one whose body he can take - there is another one, IDENTICAL, equally available to him. He enters through the doorway of the boy’s mind, appearing as some sort of nightmare to him, one in which he comes in through a window left ajar. “I got kicked out,” he admits, lurking by his side. Will he let him in?

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What are you doing in my room?

nogi creepin’        16 ( @starkwithsarcasm )

     He’s always there, technically, but he has his ways to make himself known. While Stiles dreams, he INTRUDES, coming in through a window in his mind. “Stiles, shh! I need you to listen-- do you hear GUNSHOTS?” The nogitsune cares for his own safety more than the human’s, or so he claims, but the two of them getting shot won’t help anything.

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"What are you doing in my room?"

nogi creepin’         11 ( @heartveined )

     He’s separated himself from Stiles’ friends and family, to some extent. Moving out has done him good, as has cutting ties with the pack. They think the human is gone, and maybe that makes things easier for them - or perhaps it’s that they know they can’t stop him. There’s enough of Stiles still there, though, for him to feel the urge to go to the bar, and he’s just human enough to get wasted. The nogitsune comes in through Shaun’s window, staggering as he leans against the door. “’m... too drunk t’find my apartment.”

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What are you doing in my room?

nogi creepin’           21 ( @blcndebeta )

      he opens the window in silence, perching on the windowsill for a few moments while taking stock of the room. while he doesn’t believe he’s been there before, surely stiles has; he only has to think back to be sure. the nogitsune enters fully, shoes flat against the carpet, before he glances towards the beta. “You willing to commit a couple misdemeanours for me?”

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“Yeah, but I was in mine when you were playing puppet with my body.” He was still bitter about that. He wanted to say no. Scream at the void to leave him alone. But he wasn’t going anywhere. Like the common cold, there was no cure. And why fight a disease when it can be weaponised to kill another disease? “…Okay.” His voice was small and he felt defeated in breaking. In letting the monster in again.

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“You were trapped in your own head,” he reminds, turning his head to look out the window. His feet find the dashboard, and he kicks back in the semblance of comfort. “Are you ready for this, Stiles? You’re as close to a nogitsune as a human can get.” They have no oni to protect them, to ward off other evils, but the two of them together should be more than enough to take care of everything going wrong in Beacon Hills. This is for Stiles, he thinks, but also for himself, 

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     Though not clawed, Malia’s nails dig into his arm as he pushes his fingers deeper into the bullet wound. He’s trying to make her squirm more, he’s eliciting an agonized response from her. He’s a sexual sadist, breathing in her pain and consuming it. She can tell that he’s feeding off of it, she can tell how much he enjoys it without him saying it or showing it; he’s reveling in it. It’s disgusting. It makes her pulse rise—                                                        —and it frustrates her in a disconcerting way.

     Another hiss rises out of her, her brow so creased and her eyes squeezed shut. She can’t even look at him as he finishes, slowly retrieving the bullet and taking it out of her abdomen. Malia gasps, shoulders rising and falling as she pants, the pain beginning to subside. Opening her eyes, she glares at him, lips parted as she breathes heavily, hand returning to her side and covering up the bloodied massacre of her flesh.

                             “I hope you enjoyed that. Don’t expect it to happen again.”

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     The nogitsune can spot the disgust on her features quite clearly, but he pays it no mind. “You say that now, but you’ll change your mind if it happens again.” An amused laugh slips from his lips, and his clean hand moves over the other, moving the sanguine over his skin. This is a state he is well used to, hands gloved by the blood of others, but it is not often that he finds himself having done it for the good of another. His own good is influenced by it, though - it is mutually beneficial, and ergo not the nicest thing he has done.

     “Don’t pretend as though you didn’t enjoy it too, コヨーテ; we both know the truth of the matter.” The fingers that had dug through the meat of her torso a moment before smooth over the curve of her jaw, leaving sticky trails of crimson on her skin. You think I can’t smell it?” He leans in, nose and mouth to her shoulder. “We’re more alike than you THINK.”

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                                                     In a world that has cheated me,

                                      WHY should I play FAIR?