*gay panic*

clover davis 29 helltownfms rpg

[cloverdavis]

i'd run the risk of losing  e v e r y t h i n g.

⸻  clover davis. 29. mycologist. helltownfms rpg.

sell all my things, become n o m a d i c.

BIO 。 PINTEREST 。RPG 。

[lexavillanelle]

two main fixations colliding into one i don't know how to act

[cloverdavis]

the building tension in confined space of the kitchen was causing clover to slowly blink. lips parted in hopes that air would seep in without having to take a deep obvious breath. she'd been so desperate for one. lungs needed soothing from the bold confrontation ophelia had been unafraid to give. clover's body always welled with tears in such moments. she'd emotionally spill into a mess. not a scene she thought would be well recieved by ophelia — so, she held it in. shifted the balance on her feet to help distract her mind. "yeah, sure." why not. submissive.

a pair of feet rushed up to clover matched with a grabbing hand. a need for her attention that was flaking off. "heyyyyy you." acting, clover turned on her heel to smile down at the young girl. eyes still followed ophelia walking away leaving the red head with a tormented mind. " did your sister braid your hair ?? you look like a cool princess." all the spunk she could conjure was lightly pushed out of her mouth before the pad of her finger booped the girls nose. "now, i know my hair isn't very long, but ya think you could give me a mini braid ?" a distraction.

[hartlings]

As she moved up the stairs, Ophelia could hear the youngest being excited to braid the fellow redhead's hair, she halted in her step at the top. Listening to the signs of life in the house, taking a moment to gather her breath she'd been holding in for way too long. Like a rubber band that stretched a little bit further every day where it could snap anytime and yet it held out unbelievably long. ''Don't mind auntie Phelia, Clove, she's been a bit sad. She doesn't say it, but I know she is,'' Molly's voice was soft when she got her hands on Clover's hair. In the bathroom upstairs, Ophelia tried her best not to lose her mind, slid against the door with her arms wrapped around her knees. Hot steam of the shower embraced the room in a warm hug.

For what had felt like forever had been maybe thirty minutes, tops. Not that time existed here. Time had stopped mattering. With a huge smile plastered on her face, Ophelia gracefully came down the stairs and her arms wide to swoop Molly into her arms. ''Have you been a good girl?'' Her eyes moving from Clover to the little girl, she booped her nose when Molly let out a gleeful noise. ''Do you wanna go see if Bastian has pancakes for us today, dollface? I think I heard that tummy of yours rumble,'' a nice excuse to get out of this god forsaken house as well, ''come - let's get you properly dressed, it's cold outside and we don't want you to catch a cold, do we?'' Her tone of voice kind, she let her back down to go let Molly get her coat and her sisters. ''I've got it from here,'' the redhead's voice deepened now that it was just her and Clover again, meaning to coach her outside. She made that clear when she held the door open to let her out, ''see you around,'' failing to find any suitable word for her, she decided on neutral grounds, ''neighbor.''

the end.

[hvneysuckled]

Growing up, and even now as an adult, Dilara was never one to fixate too much on television. The occasional movie night with her parents and siblings, but aside from that she stuck to her books and medical videos - surgical films her parents saved from back in their prime and she was unwilling to let rest for most of her childhood. Listening to the other woman gush so profoundly made her wish she at least had an inkling of the show being described, but clueless as she was all Dee could come up with was a humorous smile and a raise of her brows. “  I don’t believe I’ve ever watched, but you’re making me wish I had.  ” she commented between her speech and a small laughter erupted. Maybe she’d ask for a rundown of it later on.

Dee wasn’t someone who spent too much time fostering new friendships seeing as she barely ever had time for her own family - children aside - but being stuck in this town was suffocating with nothing to do. The clinic had more than enough abled medical professionals so her skills weren’t often used unless the damage was grave. It was easy enough to keep herself distracted for a couple of hours, and while making new friends came with the horrific realization that they could die at any given time, she didn’t want to stop living due to those fears. As time passed by, Dilara found herself gravitating towards more and more people. Looking for some light in the darkness that enclosed them. “  I do hope those words come with more than just lip.  ” Dee teased, turning to find the first place to lay her cup before she reached for the blonde’s hand and pulled her towards the music box currently playing. She wasn’t a dancer beyond the basic sense of the word, but that never stopped her from letting the music consume her. “  Show me what you’ve got.  ”

[cloverdavis]

"they've got some VHS tapes dusting up in town. you should check them out. a little brain-rot." not like the brain rot that the creatures give us when they rip our bodies apart. — clovers brain drifted. the firey liquid had caused some level of paranoia. loose to the anxieties surrounding the settlement. why couldn't they have a celebration during the day ? clover couldn't spend too much time on that thought...not unless she wanted to spiral. "id totally be down to search some out for you. call me your personal film tour guide." stop talking. she thought to apologize for talking so much. hearing her own voice was almost embarrassing. if she blew a moment such as this, it would only lead to clover screaming into a non-fluffed pillow later. followed by an eternity of overthought.

hearts pulsed in the young woman's eyes. a habit of fawning over women who gave her an ounce of attention. something she was thankful her therapist wasn't dissecting anymore. one positive trait of stepping into the hellish vortex of arcadia. no therapist check ins. "ever hear of the sprinkler ? good ol' shopping cart ? moves i don't think you can handle." jesus. clover's feet nearly dragged forward allowing dilara to pull her in whatever direction. drink in the air, she danced in route. "oh, yeah, spotlight is on me now." clover took a hefty drink — nearly clearing her cup in hopes to wipe the redness from her cheeks. if the universe could gift her more luck, she'd wish to not make a complete fool of herself.

"so— it's pretty uncool to you know, to perform dance on a dancefloor. none of... stuff like this," clover's arms mimicked a pirouette. far from being any ballerina, she practically had too left feet. not to forget her terrible posture. "and you can't really do the nerdy stuff....like this," talking over the music, her body stiffened and moved in a robotic nature. "none of that, gotta keep it cool." she saluted, "just keep it in the hips a little, and a little shoulder movement."

[pagets]

HACKS 4.07 "D'Christening"

[bvsyhead]

Had this been any other time, the two would've talked about the new bizarre occurrence of daylight when it should still be dark, or at least darker. Mia quickly became desensitized, a coping response she picked up at four. The creatures scared her, but some of this wasn't new. As a child, that fear of someone lurking about in the shadows felt so similar to the way her parents fought in the night. As a teen, she always had to be on guard, taking up the mantel as parent to Tessa. The sun being up at five am wasn't exactly a cause for alarm, not yet at least.

Clover made it easy for Mia to listen and take in the new surroundings. The woman quickly went into action, grabbing every item needed to provide the comfort Mia so desperately craved. All she had to do was nod her head yes or no when asked a question. Yes, because the other was right, this situation did call for liquor straight out of the bottle. No, because every time she closed her eyes, she'd hear Tessa blaming her for being here, so sleep was futile. The last question, however, was much harder to answer. Logically, none of this was Mia's fault; she hadn't planned on getting stuck here and then dragging her baby sister with her. Yet, that wasn't how her nervous system reacted to the endeavor.

Mia finally looked Clover in the eyes, able to see that she was half awake and that the sleep she'd been awoken from was pleasant. Her eyes grew wide at the realization of this outburst, while her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Taking a deep breath in, she focused on the way the comforter put just enough weight on her shoulders to calm her heartbeat and how she fit just right next to Clover. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you up like this. I just, Tessa, my sister she came here because of me. Little shit thought I just ditched her, which I get because that's what our parents did but I would never do that to her."

Taking another swing from the bottle, she cleared her throat, feeling hot tears well in her eyes. It felt as if her brain was spinning behind her skull; a migraine was coming on as she rubbed her temples. "Can I just be here for a bit? I won't bother you, and you can even go back to sleep if you want, but I just can't be alone with my thoughts."

[cloverdavis]

"dude," could be labeled as the redheads most used word. stamped on her forehead. known to speak it into the air at least twenty times a day. "don't worry about it." a hand waved any apology out of the space between them. even with lids heavy, clover was fond of being a comfort. a deep empath. emotions filled her cup of sensitivity.

"—this has been heavy on your mind. i'm glad you woke me." clover's tongue slid across her bottom lip suddenly making her insecure about any morning breath she may be heating the air with. "sorry if i —stink." frankly. get the truth out there—maybe it would ease mia's shoulders a little, make her laugh. clover could handle being the butt of a joke if it broke any tension.

eyes — green and amber, watched the liquid flow forward to mia's mouth. another form of comfort. one clover understood. a tormented heart often crushed by friendzoning, marriage...god, she tragically always leaned towards the unavailable. "stay as long as you like." clover spoke after allowing the other to spill her mind. "hey, yeah, i can chill out here with you for a bit. we don't have to talk if you don't want to, but im here for ya." she casually drew out a breath. "already swallowed by the blanket, anyways." a small chuckle. one suffocated mostly by the small bounty of sleep. "but...really, don't harbor the weight of guilt. it's not your fault. if you beat yourself up about it, you're going to feel like constant shit." clover paused to recount what she said — if she'd been making any sense. "your sisters forgiveness isn't what you need. let her feel it out, but forgive yourself."

[electric-dream-machine-22]

[bvsyhead]

When Clover opened the door, Mia couldn't help but smirk. Of course, she'd still be sleeping despite all the commotion outside. The image allowed her shoulders to relax, knowing that even though so much had changed, some things would stay the same. "I mean it is kinda early, but I thought since all the electronics were going off, maybe you'd already be up." Leaning against the door frame, she let out a sigh. "To answer your questions, it's 5am and I am not good, and water sounds great."

Placing her fingers on her eyelids, pulling them down as if her sinuses were acting up, but really she was trying her best not to cry in the hallway. "My sister is here, she's trapped in this shit hole and it's all my fault. The phones went off, and I got every single text and voicemail she's ever left....she came looking for me cause, of course, she did."

"If you have anything stronger than water, I will also take that." That horrible feeling of tight panic filled Mia's chest, causing her second second-guess every move her body made. Was her heart beating too fast? Did it always make that sound in her ears? Is this what it feels like to have a stroke? She sniffed the air to catch if that warning sign of burnt toast was near, but instead it just smelled like Hell Town; musty and with a hint of copper.

[cloverdavis]

no. there was no way. it couldn't be five in the morning. could it ?? — clover's head whipped quickly towards the window. enough for bed hair to make movement. the sun cracked the darkness, but there was something still about the morning. fresh from the darkness that loomed dangerously. mia...she wanted to speak, but the others name was absent from her mouth. too astounded by the time. clover couldn't ever recall a time she'd been up so early. not since school called for it. even then, her mother had to basically drag her out of bed by her ankles.

clover was ten steps behind the other woman. her mind fumbled to keep up. though, the tone was revealing that comfort was needed. mia's mind needed to be soothed. "okay." collecting herself, the red head moved to her kitchen. no water. "it's five am and i'm pulling out the liquor. alright. no biggy." reaching for the bottle on top of the fridge, clover neglected to grab any glasses. didn't feel necessary. "this feels like a no-glass, drink-from-the-bottle sort of moment. am i reading that right ?" she called out to mia before reappearing to the living room.

"look, i don't know much about this situation — but i am all ears." arm extended holding the bottle of fermented liquor out. "by chance....have you, i don't know....slept at all ?" clovers brain was still foggy. she could sleep for the both of them right now. "also, i have weed if you need to chill, but no presh. just laying that on the table." sharing was caring. for someone who was a barely functioning human at this hour, clover disappeared once more. when returned, a heavy comforter trailed on the ground — most of it held in her arms. "here, let's sink into this." sitting on the couch, the blanket was draped on the two of them. "wanna tell me why you think this sis situation is your fault ?" clover, tired, tried to widen her eyes to wake herself.

[warmbloodedbutch]

HACKS | 2x05

[cloverdavis]

location. ⁺ diner.

a rare occasion for food to be placed in front of clover and go untouched. even the wafting savory smell couldn't reel her in. not when she'd been shown a glimmer of hope — not when the outside world almost felt tangible again. the device, with a now cracked screen, had been a false god. she'd left it untouched for months in defeat — now it was clung. fingers picked it up running the pad of her thumb over the jagged screen. it was her own fault.. she didn't answer it in time...she threw it to the ground...maybe it didn't work now because of her.. the mental blame was filling her appetite.

maybe if she double blinked, luck or superstition would awaken a call again. clover gave the stare down with the screen a few more chances before she gave up. trading the device for her fork, the woman sighed. such meloncholy. before the phone rang — clover thought she found some sense of peaceful adjustment. as much as this place allowed. now it felt like square one with just a glimmer of tortured hope. the prawns of the fork moved the cut potatoes around her plate. the feng shui was off.

@babygctback // closed starter.

[cloverdavis]

location. ⁺ the ranch.

time that stretched into darkness hadn't been too rough on clover. truth was — she'd slept most of the time until the burning sun urged her to wake. a broken slumber was the beginning of a horrible nightmare when the box television began to static. a noise she deeply buried from her childhood. in memory — she'd always ran out of the room covering her ears thinking someone would crawl out of the grey lines. the sun brought a sense of cruelty to her phone displaying a call from her sister. through an overwhelming fit of emotions — clover couldn't rest her mind. she'd been walking all morning. the soles of her feet began to pulse. doc martens weren't a suitable shoe for pacing emotions.

there had been no direction set in mind — clover had walked to the ranch three times already this morning. her mind dragged elsewhere — longing for clarity to break her upsetting scene — to be free of this place. in the whirlwind — anger was tangled in the urge to cry, topped with a small amount of hope. "hey!" the first break in her steps. the sunlight forced the young woman to squint. "you're a ...meaty guy.." conversations with clover had never started anything out of strange-weird girl aesthetic. "my request is that you just don't snap me like a twig," seemed fair. though she was failing to connect the verbal dots. a part of her tilting on awkwardness to confront what she needed. what she could possibly have in the moment.. "just like.. i don't know... could you give me a hug — and not be weird about it?"

@maverickxbell // closed starter.

[cloverdavis]

location. ⁺ outside.

"holy....—holy shit.." words that shot clover up off her couch. boosted like a blasting rocket. her chest heaved with breathes that her lungs could barely catch up with. the phone glowed in her hand pulsing a call. lenny bo benny. the incoming call had been such a shock to clovers system. no technology had worked. they'd been cut off from the outside world — but now...now her sister, lennon was calling. eyes welled with burning emotions that were far too overwhelming to process in the current moment. "fuck!" sudden adrenalin caused the redheads fingers to slip the intricate piece from her hands. fumbling, clover answered. "len! holy fucking shit! dude! you'll never belie–" panting, clover was word vomiting. "y–you have to come get me! is mom and dad pissed?? they're never going to believe the shit i've seen.. it's been some ultimate james wan shit here...oh my god, len..." lip quivering, it was the first moment clover had stopped pacing in her apartment. "len?" static fizzed on the other line.

clovers body jolted from her living space. out the door and to the stairs. her eyes wide and desperate — hadn't left the screen making her a warning sign for a clumsy fall. somehow she made it outside without harm. with the brightly warm sun upon her fair skin, clover squinted holding the phone back up to her ear. "len—len can you hear me?"

y-you won't make— the words of her sisters voice cracked and fizzled on the line before three beeps haunted clover. the call ended. "what ?? i won't make what ? like—bread ? what won't i make ? len??" a wave of panic, clover looked down at her cell phone. the small brick was a taunting device. lifeless until now...had she somehow been a chosen one connected to the outside world, and she now ....blew it on poor service? "noooo! are you joking??? what the fuck!" confused rage rippled through the woman as her digits pressed firmly on the redial button. nothing. again. nothing. "piece of shit iphone!" was shouted before clover pulled her arm back to slam the phone to the ground below.

@fernsbys // closed starter.

[bvsyhead]

closed starter for @cloverdavis

This place had changed drastically overnight. Mia was now aware that her baby sister was stuck here, and that realization sent her reeling. Then the whole power fiasco happened, only sinking her into a deeper depression. Anyone who had gotten to know her was fully aware that the one thing keeping her alive was the fact that Tessa wasn't here, safe from everything that lurked in this town. With that whole illusion faded, she felt a wave of anxiety fall over her frame.

There was only one person who could provide the substance to calm her mind, so that was exactly why she ended up outside the town apartments. Normally, the two would meet in the greenhouse, planting whatever would provide the most sustenance. But today, Mia's sanctuary felt closer to a suffocating prison. Tip-toeing up the old steps, Mia took small deep breaths while repeating you're okay in her head. The words refused to sink in, causing her to run up the rest of the steps and quickly knock on Clover's door.

"Clover, please, I really need to talk to you, or well, anyone...or we can not talk, I just can't be alone right now." Her voice came out in a harsh whisper, desperate for the other to just open the door and offer her solace.

[cloverdavis]

mouth agape — clover was in the thick of a dream. her mind was wound in imagination of angela bassett putting her in a chokehold, only for nicole kidman to make her drink milk from a bowl. dreams didn't make sense, but whatever clarity the folds of her brain had in this state — she didn't want to wake. drink the milk. why milk ? clover questioned her dreaming state. nicole's blue hues began to fade away with a thump. then another. thump. "no! i'll drink the milk! just please be oat!" she shouted from her sleep. thump. "nooooo...." clover cried out, her feet kicking beneath the blankets. "why...." thump.

realizing the thumping had been coming from her door, the young woman pushed herself upward. the weighted feeling tugged for her to lay back down — but the noise was persistent. ...and was that a voice ? muffled ? with squinted eyes, clover peeled the blankets off. "alright, alright. i'm coming —" the flat of her fingers rubbed her temples as feet stumbled through the small apartment. "mia ?" matching the voice to the person, clover felt more awakened. "hey —" opening the door, "a-are you good?" what time was it ? "full transparency... whatever you were saying... didn't hear a word of it." lashes double blinked to wake herself up more. "come on inside. sit down. do you want...some water?" was the most certain her kitchen had at least that.

[dykebark]

x

[hvneysuckled]

She initially raised her eyes curiously, unsure what she had done to gain such a reaction from the other, and soon found herself returning a small laugh ending in a smile. Dee wasn’t sure what part of her sentence could’ve been misconstrued as homo so she gave a small shrug and teased, “  Hmm, perhaps I’ve got a sixth sense for these things.  ” Though truthfully, she couldn’t bear to drink alone for too long, and the bit of company - even if just for a singular cup - was enough to keep her content. She was already a little out of sorts being at the settlement with all the rumors she’s heard. Dilara didn’t think herself capable of witnessing any of the deviant acts she heard whispers about. Focusing on getting to know a person or two seemed like the only other solution to ignore her unease. “  Hopefully, that gained me a dance?  ”

[cloverdavis]

"better than having that sixth sense the kid had in the movie. the one about seeing dead people ?" a classic. "shit used to terrify me a little bit. you know, do the entire thing where," cup in hand, clover lifted both of her hands to mimik her story. "i just covered my face the entire time. just peak through my fingers." a laugh, charming through her rambling. "total dweeb stuff, but man, that film is actually really sad. annnnyways." some vibrant neon light was flashing behind dilated pupils. all due to dee's next line of words. clover's chest was ill with palpitations that a gorgeous woman had a) brought her a drink, b) mentioned that they'd be dancing together...or anywhere near one another in the same vicinity. clover knew the stories of the settlement, but couldn't believe the gift this tree was providing to her. eyes quickly looked upwards a small thanks to whatever gods were up there. a first thanks to the hellish town. "oh ? i don't know if you're prepared to see the killer dance moves i've got hidden up my sleeve." awkward. heat rushed to clovers cheeks. "seriously going to impress the hell out of you." teeth bit down on the rim of her cup. a pressured attempt to gather herself together.

[hauntinglesbian]

oh no, she’s a dork irl too. It’s so over for me. (x)

[hartlings]

Rylee was such a gentle spirit, even when she had all the reason to be angry. Ophelia was the complete opposite, she couldn't hide her angry emotions even when she tried to. There was always that look of fire in her eyes when something or someone upset her, maddened her or kept her brain too occupied at night. She couldn't contain herself, she exploded if she had to. Encountering such emotions after a run wasn't the best time for anyone to run into the redhead. This town affected her already - missing on all the things she once had, could buy and could get within the blink of an eye.

When the sorry hung in the air, Ophelia paused in her tracks, realizing what a shit she'd been to someone who had no ill intentions whatsoever. All the girl needed was some damn pot, to get through it all. Through this shitty situation they had no way of escaping. ''I...'' Ophelia's own apology lingered on her tongue, feeling uneasy to say the words, she rested a hand on the darling girl and gave her a nod. ''Thank you,'' she muttered apologetically, her tone having taken a turn on the harshness. ''Give me a few minutes and I'll be down to take over.'' Ophelia gave her one last glance before running upstairs to rinse the sweat off her body and make herself look decent again.

[cloverdavis]

the building tension in confined space of the kitchen was causing clover to slowly blink. lips parted in hopes that air would seep in without having to take a deep obvious breath. she'd been so desperate for one. lungs needed soothing from the bold confrontation ophelia had been unafraid to give. clover's body always welled with tears in such moments. she'd emotionally spill into a mess. not a scene she thought would be well recieved by ophelia — so, she held it in. shifted the balance on her feet to help distract her mind. "yeah, sure." why not. submissive.

a pair of feet rushed up to clover matched with a grabbing hand. a need for her attention that was flaking off. "heyyyyy you." acting, clover turned on her heel to smile down at the young girl. eyes still followed ophelia walking away leaving the red head with a tormented mind. " did your sister braid your hair ?? you look like a cool princess." all the spunk she could conjure was lightly pushed out of her mouth before the pad of her finger booped the girls nose. "now, i know my hair isn't very long, but ya think you could give me a mini braid ?" a distraction.