Are you a boy or a girl? Demon, actually.

Hello internet. I'm Sock, a fearsome demon from Hell. My current mission is to drive an apathetic teen to suicide, but uh... that isn't working out so well. So I made a blog! Feel free to ask any questions. :) [Ask/RP blog for Sock from W2H. Jonathan status: open]

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Well yea." they said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which it sort of was to them. "You’re kind of awesome." They were only at about 25% coherence, the words mushed up against the teen’s chest. "I’m going to miss this when you’re dead." they noted, the percent dropping with the rest of their consciousness.

[joncombed]

He paused for a moment, “Well, I’ll die, eventually. It’s not like you’ll be apart from me until then, either, really,” Jonathan replied, chuckling at Sock’s ‘unconscious’ state. Giving him a gentle nudge, he tilted his head at them, “Are you … asleep … ?”

[nbsocksowachowski]

The lack of response was answer enough, the demon was sleeping, still cuddled up to him, and snoring in an adorable, almost kittenlike way. The smile on their face was softer than the normal variety of shit-eating grin, and they seemed totally content as they were. Peaceful. Strange state for a demon.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Mephi doesn’t care. Concept of time is beyond him." they slurred, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position. "I don’t mind. Job let me meet you, eh?" they said, too tired to bother worrying at the cheesiness of that statement.

[joncombed]

Jonathan grinned, “I didn’t know you thought that highly of me as a friend,” he commented, taking Sock down with him as he lay back in bed, letting them nestle at his side while he continued to stroke their hair absentmindedly. 

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Well yea." they said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, which it sort of was to them. "You're kind of awesome." They were only at about 25% coherence, the words mushed up against the teen's chest. "I'm going to miss this when you're dead." they noted, the percent dropping with the rest of their consciousness.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Shut up." they mumbled weakly, curling up against Jonathan’s side, eyes half lidded. "You’d be tired too if you hadn’t slept for…" Sock actually didn’t know how long they’d been dead, "at least a year," they settled upon. Then again, it wasn’t physically possible to sleep in Hell. Part of the eternal torment thing, no rest. Demons however, got a pick-me-up from all the suffering around. Morbid assuredly, but far from the worst thing to happen there.

[joncombed]

Jonathan gave a meek laugh once more, still running his fingers over Sock’s scalp. “So, I guess you’re really not doing your job at this point, huh ?" he asked. "Unless … you don’t want to talk about your job or anything," he added, realizing it might not be wise to mention it. 

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Mephi doesn't care. Concept of time is beyond him." they slurred, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position. "I don't mind. Job let me meet you, eh?" they said, too tired to bother worrying at the cheesiness of that statement.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock resisted the urge to sigh. Jonathan was being purposely obtrusive, they knew it, but to call him out on it would seem suspicious at best. Selfish at worst. “I wouldn’t mind that, at all.” they quoted, a little thing that probably went over his head. Strangely enough, Sock found themself yawning. Very peculiar, since there was no need of sleep for demons. Exhaustion was relative, perhaps. Never had to think of it before.

[joncombed]

Jonathan simply brushed through Sock’s hair, still contemplating how he could possibly do it up for them, although frustrated again with its short length. “You still have cute hair, even it it’s short, y’know,” he smiled. He chuckled a bit more, seeing the demon yawn, exhibiting signs of tiredness. “Someone looks a little sleepy,” he cooed.

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Shut up." they mumbled weakly, curling up against Jonathan's side, eyes half lidded. "You'd be tired too if you hadn't slept for..." Sock actually didn't know how long they'd been dead. "At least a year." they settled upon. Then again, it wasn't physically possible to sleep in Hell. Part of the eternal torment thing, no rest. Demons however, got a pick-me-up from all the suffering around. Morbid assuredly, but far from the worst thing to happen there.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Well the first time I showed it to you, you laughed." they pointed out, a subtle jab of sorts. However, it was hard to hold a grudge with long, thin fingers combing through the soft, if somewhat springy hair. "Hmm, I don’t know. I’m pretty cute all the time, don’t you think?" they asked, meant to be banter, like that time in the fridge, but they wondered. Jonathan was so unreadable, it was frustrating, and a little alluring too. Sock had always had a thing for ‘bad boys’.

[joncombed]

He grinned, separating the demon’s hair into two parts. “Your hair’s a little short for braiding,” he snickered in a lighthearted tone. “I guess I can stick to petting your hair for the rest of the night, if that’s something you want,” Jonathan replies with a chuckle.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock resisted the urge to sigh. Jonathan was being purposely obtrusive, they knew it, but to call him out on it would seem suspicious at best. Selfish at worst. "I wouldn't mind that, at all." they quoted, a little thing that probably went over his head. Strangely enough, Sock found themself yawning. Very peculiar, since there was no need of sleep for demons. Exhaustion was relative, perhaps. Never had to think of it before.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock smiled at him. “What, like a sleepover? We braid each others hair and talk about celebrity crushes?” they said, though it didn’t bad. Not at all. The smile got bigger, a ever growing crescent of sharply tilted white. “Fine by me. Let’s see…Chris Evans, definitely. OMG he’s like adorable and handsome at the same time. Especially when he’s all Johnny Storm with the beard and stuff.” they said, the tone joking but they actually weren’t lying.

[joncombed]

Jonathan laughed a bit, tugging Sock’s hat off, running his hands through the demon’s ghostly head hair. It felt real, by all means. Of course, it was real; though, its tangibility was questionable, no doubt. “I dunno, I just thought you’d like to do something with your hair for once other than hiding it under a hat,” he chuckled. “I guess I wouldn’t have to braid it, either. How to you feel about, uh, pigtails ?" Jonathan snickered, still finger-combing Sock’s hair. "That’d be cute, I bet."

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Well the first time I showed it to you, you laughed." they pointed out, a subtle jab of sorts. However, it was hard to hold a grudge with long, thin fingers combing through the soft, if somewhat springy hair. "Hmm, I don't know. I'm pretty cute all the time, don't you think?" they asked, meant to be banter, like that time in the fridge, but they wondered. Jonathan was so unreadable, it was frustrating, and a little alluring too. Sock had always had a thing for 'bad boys'.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Wise words from someone who refuses to show theirs." they half teased, as Sock….well frankly, snuggled up to their charge, their friend. They weren’t quite sure what word to use to describe this. They felt a little better now, the great thing about moods being how temporary they were, but Sock appreciated the way Jonathan had reacted. Kinder than his apathy would lend one to believe. "Thank you." they said quietly, head not-so-discretely resting on one shoulder. It seemed right, somehow. Sock had a feeling they were going to miss this close moment, to feel the lack of it come morning, but couldn’t bring themself to stop.

[joncombed]

"I don’t really have a whole lot of feelings to show, y’know," he chuckled, pulling the demon over into bed, sitting upright with them in his arms. Not as embarrassed now as he might have been months ago about warming up to Sock, he was … strangely happy to sit with them. "You want me to braid your hair or something ? I don’t have anything to put it up with, but I can certainly do it," he asked, muttering a side thought in addition.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock smiled at him. "What, like a sleepover? We braid each others hair and talk about celebrity crushes?" they said, though it didn't bad. Not at all. The smile got bigger, a ever growing crescent of sharply tilted white. "Fine by me. Let's see...Chris Evans, definitely. OMG he's like adorable and handsome at the same time. Especially when he's all Johnny Storm with the beard and stuff." they said, the tone joking but they actually weren't lying.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock nodded. They could get that. Bad enough the school thought he was crazy, his parents would make it really awful. Not to mention actually interfere with their job, which they really took seriously. It just wasn’t easy to phase Jonathan. Even now he seemed totally in control of the situation. Even though they could’ve floated, they let him pick him up, finding a strange sense of ease in the warmth and the almost protective way he held Sock. And if a head happened to fall on a shoulder, well, he was moving fast was all. Sock went back to floating while Jonathan turned on his light, dim yellow casting off the apologetic features. They shrugged, a habit picked up from constantly seeing it. “Kind of. It’s all sort of arbitrary now, isn’t it? I’m dead, they’re dead. I work for Meph, they…chill out in Heaven I guess. At least now I have-” Sock cut themself off, there was no way they were going that cliche. Even if it was true.

[joncombed]

Jonathan just sat and listened until he heard Sock pause, perking his head up. “Well, even though you’re dead … and … a demon, you’re still entitled to your feelings,” he managed to try and chuckle at the end of it to try and cheer them up, gesturing for the ghost to slink over and sit beside him, sitting on one end of the bed, body half turned on the bed to accommodate the space where his demon companion would find a spot.

[nbsocksowachowski]

"Wise words from someone who refuses to show theirs." they half teased, as Sock....well frankly, snuggled up to their charge, their friend. They weren't quite sure what word to use to describe this. They felt a little better now, the great thing about moods being how temporary they were, but Sock appreciated the way Jonathan had reacted. Kinder than his apathy would lend one to believe. "Thank you." they said quietly, head not-so-discretely resting on one shoulder. It seemed right, somehow. Sock had a feeling they were going to miss this close moment, to feel the lack of it come morning, but couldn't bring themself to stop.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

Strangely enough, the words did help a little. Even if he could be lying, Jonathan was the only human that could see them anyway, so as long as he got it, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. “I know. It’s just hard to see, sometimes. Most people think there’s only one of two choices. But I’ve never really fit in the box.” they said, leaning slightly into the touch. Jonathan was warm, like he ought to be. Pleasant against their own cool skin. “My parents didn’t like it. Didn’t like me and this was another log on the fire. Weren’t even around most of the time. Just me and this big, empty house. Sometimes JoJo came over, but she didn’t like me much either.” It felt good to say, even if it was ill advised, even though the rational side of them was screaming for it.

[joncombed]

Although he would have loved to sit there with Sock and empathized, he couldn’t help but fear that his parents would walk in on him; sitting on the ground by the tub surrounded by the shards from the broken mirror. He wrapped his arms around Sock, picking them up around the back of their shoulders and up from under their legs, carrying the demon as he stood himself up. “We should probably talk elsewhere. I don’t really want my parents to see me in here with all that’s … happened,” he muttered, cautiously stepping around the large, sharp chunks of the broken mirror, turning off the light and shutting the door behind him as he left, instinctively feeling his way through the darkness, nudging the door to his room open as he entered again, setting Sock free as he knealt beside his bed to turn on his dim bedside lamp. Jonathan glanced in Sock’s direction, giving them an apologetic look, trying not to seem to tense. “It definitely sounds like you’ve had it rough,” he muttered in response. 

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock nodded. They could get that. Bad enough the school thought he was crazy, his parents would make it really awful. Not to mention actually interfere with their job, which they really took seriously. It just wasn't easy to phase Jonathan. Even now he seemed totally in control of the situation. Even though they could've floated, they let him pick him up, finding a strange sense of ease in the warmth and the almost protective way he held Sock. And if a head happened to fall on a shoulder, well, he was moving fast was all. Sock went back to floating while Jonathan turned on his light, dim yellow casting off the apologetic features. They shrugged, a habit picked up from constantly seeing it. "Kind of. It's all sort of arbitrary now, isn't it? I'm dead, they're dead. I work for Meph, they...chill out in Heaven I guess. At least now I have-" Sock cut themself off, there was no way they were going that cliche. Even if it was true.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock had to admit the teen was right for once. They were being overly cryptic about this whole thing, and they had destroyed his mirror. He deserved a straight answer, (pun unintended). “The thing about being dead is you’re frozen. You don’t get to change anything.” they said, thinking not only of this, but the hole in their stomach, which while pretty cool, was not always fun to live with. “And don’t get me wrong, I really love this outfit and all, but….it doesn’t always match up with me.” they said. “When I look in the mirror there’s a boy looking back but I’m not.” they explained finally, best to rip it off now, like a Band-Aid, than drag it out.

[joncombed]

He let out a sigh of relief to hear them reveal the thoughts that had been eating at them all this time. “If it’s any help, I don’t think you look like a boy. Not ‘traditionally’, at least,” he replied, slowly re-approaching Sock and kneeling down to their slumped state on the ground, the demon’s back facing him. Jonathan set a hand on their shoulder. “Just because … you can’t change things like that doesn’t mean you can’t change what you think of yourself, y’know,” he added in confidence. 

[nbsocksowachowski]

Strangely enough, the words did help a little. Even if he could be lying, Jonathan was the only human that could see them anyway, so as long as he got it, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "I know. It's just hard to see, sometimes. Most people think there's only one of two choices. But I've never really fit in the box." they said, leaning slightly into the touch. Jonathan was warm, like he ought to be. Pleasant against their own cool skin. "My parents didn't like it. Didn't like me and this was another log on the fire. Weren't even around most of the time. Just me and this big, empty house. Sometimes JoJo came over, but she didn't like me much either." It felt good to say, even if it was ill advised, even though the rational side of them was screaming for it.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock sunk down to the ground, too tired to bother with the effort of keeping themself afloat. “I don’t know.” they admitted, which was sort of true. They didn’t know why it felt so awful tonight and not any other time they’d passed by. Some days they’d even found it a nice sight to look at, even with the distinctive pudge around the middle. “I guess I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want to be….that.” They looked down at the pieces of glass, several eyes staring back like some sort of carnival attraction. Somehow that was a little bit better. Ironically, it made them feel less of a freak.

[joncombed]

Still trying to draw a clarification from his demon counterpart, Jonathan continued to question him. “What do you mean … ?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "Just because you’re supposed to talk me into killing myself doesn’t mean you can’t just talk to me like a normal person, Sock," Jonathan sighed, his shoulders slumping a bit with his deep exhale. Not able to determine how delicate of a scenario this was unravelling into, Jonathan simply attempted to talk them into admitting … well, something, at least.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock had to admit the teen was right for once. They were being overly cryptic about this whole thing, and they had destroyed his mirror. He deserved a straight answer, (pun unintended.) "The thing about being dead is you're frozen. You don't get to change anything." they said, thinking not only of this, but the hole in their stomach, which while pretty cool, was not always fun to live with. "And don't get me wrong, I really love this outfit and all, but....it doesn't always match up with me." they said. "When I look in the mirror there's a boy looking back but I'm not." they explained finally, best to rip it off now, like a Band-Aid, than drag it out.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

"It was lying." they said after a moment, finally turning away from the broken mirror. It was a mistake perhaps, an opening for more questions, but they just couldn’t bring themself to care. Funny, Sock thought to themself. They didn’t think the dead could feel depressed. Especially not over something so pointless. They were pathetic. No, he was. But even thinking the wrong pronoun was like another knife in their stomach. Sock felt a jolt as Jonathan’s hand on their shoulder, not expecting it.

[joncombed]

He drew his hand back from the demon’s petite frame and refrained from approaching them any further than he already had, “Lying; what do you mean ?" he asked, trying to remain content as he came to terms with the fact that he could easily lie to cover up the mirror’s damage, "How did it lie to you ?" Jonathan inquired, trying to coax an answer out of Sock.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock sunk down to the ground, too tired to bother with the effort of keeping themself afloat. "I don't know." they admitted, which was sort of true. They didn't know why it felt so awful tonight and not any other time they'd passed by. Some days they'd even found it a nice sight to look at, even with the distinctive pudge around the middle. "I guess I don't want it to be true. I don't want to be....that." They looked down at the pieces of glass, several eyes staring back like some sort of carnival attraction. Somehow that was a little bit better. Ironically, it made them feel less of a freak.

[nbsocksowachowski]

are you really ok with being called a twink? most people find that offensive, especially lgbtqia+ folks and nonbinary people../

[[Hey anon. Mun here. I see what you mean about the word possibly being offensive, though I don’t know the complete etymology and context of it. I never meant it to be that way, seeing as I’m nonbinary myself, but if it’s considered a slur or makes you uncomfortable I’d be happy to change my tagging system. I just heard it being used in the context of Sock and thought it would fit for my ask blog.]]

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock didn’t bother looking around. They knew the expression that would be there, annoyance spread out across anger. It was one of the teen’s defaults and they knew it by heart. “What does it matter.” Sock said, not in the mood to be themself, to grin and turn it into some reason to kill himself. “You’ll think of some excuse, same as always.” He’d be the same picture of apathy, a constant. In a way, they were jealous. He’d never hated himself like this. Providence knew he didn’t care enough. There was still some shards of glass clinging to the wall, revealing a picture they liked little more than the full one. Flat chest, sharp angled shoulders. Save the skirt and forever unbroken voice, they were a boy through and through. Even if it wasn’t true.

[joncombed]

He couldn’t help but feel put off by his response. “Wh-what’s wrong with you, why are you so… upset… ?" he asked, trying to find the words he saw in Sock’s behavior. "I don’t care about the mirror, okay ?" he continued in a hushed tone, glancing back out into the hallway to be sure his parents weren’t awoken by the crash of broken glass. They were heavy sleepers; that much was for sure. He turned his attention back to Sock, stepping inside and trying to grab ahold of the demon without stepping on any of the mirror shards. 

[nbsocksowachowski]

"It was lying." they said after a moment, finally turning away from the broken mirror. It was a mistake perhaps, an opening for more questions, but they just couldn't bring themself to care. Funny, Sock thought to themself. They didn't think the dead could feel depressed. Especially not over something so pointless. They were pathetic. No, he was. But even thinking the wrong pronoun was like another knife in their stomach. Sock felt a jolt as Jonathan's hand touched their shoulder, not expecting it.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day

Sock stood in front of Jonathan’s bathroom mirror, wide green eyes staring back at them with a mix of disgust and annoyance. Today was not a good day. There weren’t exactly any after dying, but this was particularly bad, because there was nothing they could do. Despite everything, they looked in a mirror and a boy looked back. There was nothing to be done. The clothes they died in were what they were stuck with, and while it worked for most days, every once in a while it made them want to puke. Sock wanted to be what they were inside, and the outside didn’t match. Angry, Sock picked up a deodorant and threw it at the mirror, spreading splinters of glass across the floor. It made them feel a little better, damn the consequences.

[joncombed]

Even in the heavy depths of sleep, Jonathan sat up in bed with a jolt. Taking a moment to process what he’d heard, standing slowly and pacing down the hall from his room, scanning the corridor of the upstairs floor, his eyes fixating on the light coming out from under the bathroom door. Carefully creeping in its direction, he stood to the side of the bathroom threshold, opening the door to reveal a scene of sprawled broken glass - and a discontented Sock floating in front of the sink. “Sock,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and back down over his face with an exhausted - but relieved - expression crossing his eyes. Jonathan leaned against the doorway, “What the heck is going on ? What are you doing ? My parents are gonna kill me when they see this mess,” he started to rant frantically. 

[nbsocksowachowski]

Sock didn't bother looking around. They knew the expression that would be there, annoyance spread out across anger. It was one of the teen's defaults and they knew it by heart. "What does it matter." Sock said, not in the mood to be themself, to grin and turn it into some reason to kill himself. "You'll think of some excuse, same as always." He'd be the same picture of apathy, a constant. In a way, they were jealous. He'd never hated himself like this. Providence knew he didn't care enough. There was still some shards of glass clinging to the wall, revealing a picture they liked little more than the full one. Flat chest, sharp angled shoulders. Save the skirt and forever unbroken voice, they were a boy through and through. Even if it wasn't true.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Gender of the Day: A Closed RP with Apathy-Is-Better

Sock stood in front of Jonathan's bathroom mirror, wide green eyes staring back at them with a mix of disgust and annoyance. Today was not a good day. There weren't exactly any after dying, but this was particularly bad, because there was nothing they could do. Despite everything, they looked in a mirror and a boy looked back. There was nothing to be done. The clothes they died in were what they were stuck with, and while it worked for most days, every once in a while it made them want to puke. Sock wanted to be what they were inside, and the outside didn't match. Angry, Sock picked up a deodorant and threw it at the mirror, spreading splinters of glass across the floor. It made them feel a little better, damn the consequences.

[gloomy-blonde]

Oh hey Jonathan! You never told me you had a blog. I thought you were too busy hating life. Maybe enough to kill yourself, eh? :D

Oh god, you’re here too? Yeah nope still not gonna kill myself, good try.

[nbsocksowachowski]

Aw, come on! Think of how much your death could benefit me. I could get a promotion, I get to move on, I escape damnation. Plus, you get to alphabetize the Hall of Crippling Phobias! That’s like the farthest from the Glutton-Lawyer turf war as you can get.

[gloomy-blonde]

Why would I do something to benefit you? You make my life a living hell sometimes. No pun intended. And why would I want to do that? That sounds terrifying!

[nbsocksowachowski]

I am?

I mean, of course I am! And alphepetizing isn’t so bad. There aren’t any computers, so it has to be done by hand, but…at least you don’t have to live them like the Tarites. Man, are Greeks cruel. And I thought you liked me! Are you not a real friend.