Hellion Angel

hi im dave do you have a moment to talk about the lord well if you want everlasting life then do i have stain your fingers with ink it's so hot off the press news for you let me tell you about transmutations i don't even want to think about the nightmares Heinoustuck Dave Strider roleplay blog. Warning for potential gore/body horror.

[sleepnevermore-blog]

feelin pretty fine

[honeyedsongstress]

He did seem worse than the last time you saw him, which made you all the more weary of this situation at hand. You were still concerned about him, which seemed to be the bane of your existence. You just cared too much. And you couldn’t help it. After all, the two of you weren’t about to bail from your sinking ships.

You tensed up when he reached up to start pulling his feathers, making you start doubting whether what you would do would even help. He trusted you, even if your idea of helping was terrifying to him. With a small sigh, you feel your chest get heavier. If you were going to do this, you better help him, you hated to make him uncomfortable.

Watching him get up and stretch his wings, moving to get some stuff off his bed and sitting down. You hesitated for a moment to move from your spot, not because you were scared of him, but scared of what would happen once you tapped into his soul. But, finally, you move, sitting down next to him and slowly reaching to take his hand that kept plucking out his own feathers. With a soft gaze and a small frown, you look up at him. “Don’t do this. I can’t imagine it is pleasant.” With his hand into her hold, she gently rubbed it, so to try and ease his nerves, before letting go.

“I shall move my hands to the sides of your head and rest them near your temples.” Since he was feeling so terrified, you felt like you needed to be slow and patient, explaining what you were going to do, before attempting so. It seemed like the bets tactic. Slowly you moved your hands to almost rest at the temples, nearly touching him, but not close enough to doing so. “My eyes will begin to glow, so don’t be startled. What I will do will feel very…intrusive at first, but I have to understand the situation at hand, alright ? I need to understand how severe this disorder is. Whatever you do though, don’t harm yourself. If needed be grab onto me, grip on my clothes, whatever. Just don’t harm yourself, alright ?”

[sleepnevermore-blog]

You're not sure what to expect in all this, could she really help you? You've been so resigned to the fact you were made to suffer for the rest of your life you don't know how to feel about this. It was practically built into your society, for whatever sick reason. Probably some terrible reason like 'for the betterment of mankind, for evolution', like some strange movie plot about a dystopian society. Oh god that's you, you're living that. Fuck you really hope she can help you.

When she takes your hand away you almost yank it back. Touching was always a weird thing with you, but that was your hand, man. Your claws naturally tense and press into her hand, but the way she gently rubs keeps you from causing any damage, really it just brings some heat to your face and flutter to your chest. When she releases you, your hand draws back and tucks around your side.

"Sorry, can't help it," you breath for a moment.

You gotta say, you do really appreciate how she goes on to explain herself. It's very mindful, and does provide some relief to your anxiety, she was good at that. While you don't care much for the idea of hurting her over yourself, you do decide the best idea will be to hyper focus on her. Prevent any chance of disassociation, ignore any anxiety, fear, any voices screaming at you, just, focus. You hug your arms around yourself when her hands draw near, wings pressing close to you. If you make yourself smaller nothing can hurt you, right? Whatever you say, anxiety. Still, you quietly nod at her, and stare her straight in the eyes. You're not going to back out, she didn't come here for nothing. She came here for.. you. And you're going to cling to that, focus on that like her life depends on it, because to you, it might as well if you can't keep Dexter away.

"Ok let's do this."

[sleepnevermore-blog]

( Bleh. ~ A R T ~ )

[just-shower-thoughts]

If Snails are so slow, why dont we ever see them coming? Its like…boom there’s a snail

[unclefather]

they’re only slow when we are watching

[sleepnevermore-blog]

awake but why honestly

[negutivfeadbak]

[honeyedsongstress]

Well, the condition of his room hadn’t improved. Hell, you are pretty sure that the pile of things in that corner had stayed since the first time you two met. It was still messy, if not messier at this point, but that didn’t necessarily affect you in any way. But there he was, sitting at his computer, moving to turn himself in the chair to look at you, giving a small wave. Your smile softened slightly, seeing as he himself didn’t seem to have changed that much, unlike you. A lot of things had changed since he was absent, like finally working up the guts to take back your heart. Looking more healthier and happier, a lot more invigorated, even with all the mental turmoil that still hung around you. Seemed like someone was on the road to recovery. 

“Yeah, I made it alright,” she nodded, albeit looked at him with concern when he said he was okay right now, the sound of his voice making you doubt that, but you digress. His timeline was no sunshine or rainbows at all. Your eyes keep flicking from Dave to the birds, the crows that recognized you cawed in greeting, but the newcomers just keenly watched you. This felt like the first ‘date’ they had. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to put them to sleep again, although then you would feel a lot more safer.

Get yourself together Roxy, you have shit to do. Glancing back at him you smiled again. “Well, let’s start with just sitting down next to each other, ok ? With your permission, I will tap into your soul with my powers and see what can be done. Once I am able to assess the situation, I will think of what can be done. How does that sound to you ?”

[sleepnevermore-blog]

You were glad for her, you really were. Albeit a little bit jealous, she was getting her life together and you, things seemed worse than ever. What even was self care? Haha, you probably looked disgusting, so unkempt, like some kind of, hobo bird. Ok that doesn't really make sense, but it's pretty obvious you don't know how to take care of yourself.

The birds would calm down eventually, assuming no illwill was detected. She seemed fine enough for now, you even notice a real difference just looking at her, getting some positive vibes here. It makes you feel just that much more lax, even if her suggestion stirred up mild panic in you. You grab at your chest feathers, and, habitually, start yanking them out one by one.

"I'm gonna be perfectly honest with you Rox, that sounds terrifying as hell," you laugh it off a bit, ending it with a cough, "I don't know what to expect, or how to feel about that, but I trust you. So let's do this."

You'll get up off your chair, wings stretching a bit, legs shaking but you're just going to ignore that tidbit. There's not exactly many places to sit in your room, so your bed will have to do, you figure. You move over to it, shoving the mess of junk you had attacked up there off into the floor. That'll, that'll work you guess. You sit yourself down, and pat the spot next to you with the hand that's, not trying to pull out every chest feather you have.

[honeyedsongstress]

                        these really aren't dates, you guys // sleepnevermore

Thanks for pointing that out, Fourth Wall. But it is true. You and Dave need to work out the definition of what a date is. Nevertheless, here you were, after almost a year, going to his place again for the second ‘date’. Scratching the back of your head, you pull your lips into a small frown, eyebrows knitted together, and with a swift movement of your hand, you closed your laptop and moved to fetch a blazer. 

The good thing was that you’d meet Dave again. You quite missed him, so him showing up after being absent for eleven months ? It certainly made you happy. The bad thing was that you honestly had no clue what you could do to help him. You offered help to him, because you felt like you could do something about his mental disorder, but you were no doctor. While you had mentioned soul manipulation, what exactly could you do to help him suppress his personalities ? So on one side you were excited. and on the other you were at a loss whether your visit would even do anything.

Still, you shrugged on your blazer and were quick to walk to your transportalizer. You still had his coordinates, throwing them out had never occurred to you. So you picked them out, entering on the pad and hopping on the platform. Unconsciously you moved your hands to smooth down over your high-waisted shorts and blouse, fixing yourself up in the last second before you were zapped away, reappearing in Dave’s room. Instantly your eyes looked to where his birds were, cautious about them reacting to her since the last time they were upset you began poking Dave and trying to wake him up. 

But momentarily your eyes looked away from the birds to relocate Dave, and you were quick to offer a small smile. “Hey. I’m finally here.”

[sleepnevermore-blog]

That’s practically a fun little running gag between you two now isn’t it? Forever cursed to go on weird fake dates that were actually probably pretty awkward and unpleasant. You still have no actual clue how Roxy stands you, you didn’t get it then, you definitely don’t get it now.

You, well, you literally haven’t moved from your computer, though you weren’t actually using it. Your head was in your hands, more focused on trying to clear your mind than anything. In fact you were outright avoiding even touching Tumblr because let’s face it, if you see that Handmaid on your dash again you’re going to lose it, and you’d rather just be YOU while seeing Rox, if you can help it. Your room, really not cleaner than you kept it a year ago, probably worse off and far more disorganized than ever, did hold two new companions. Another crow, and new, different bird. A raven. The crows that do recognize Roxy when she appears caw and screech at her presence, while the raven.. it glares, staring with its little piercing eyes.

And you, hearing her pleasant, calming voice, snap from your small trance. At first you stiffen up, as if you hadn’t expected anyone to be there, but when you recognize the voice, damn is it like a wave of pleasant memories flowing back to you. You turn to her with a swivel of your chair, smiling hopefully behind your mask, and raise a few claws for a small wave. “Rox! You made it okay. Awesome. And I think, I’m okay right now.” You wheeze, but miraculously not out of anxiety, that’s just your lung talking, “How did you, want to do this?”

[sleepnevermore-blog]

honeyedsongstress said: hey !! 0:

yeah hey so whenre we i mean no rush if youve got shit to do.

[honeyedsongstress]

i actually wanted to come over rn if thats fine ???? 0:

[sleepnevermore-blog]

thats cool not doing anything just sitting here so just mind the birds

[sleepnevermore-blog]

honeyedsongstress said: hey !! 0: yeah hey so whenre we i mean no rush if youve got shit to do.

[sleepnevermore-blog]

i m here i guess

[thatsthat24]

why does your ass refuse to quit?

In this economy? It can’t afford to quit.

[sleepnevermore-blog]

( I actually have work today so I can't guarantee my presence. If we have to put off to things I hope it's not a bother. )

[our-lxttle-town]

Closed Starter

sleepnevermore

“Ooooh! Someone’s moving in today!” Isabelle chimed as she waited at the station. Her tail wagged in excitement. They rarely got anyone new in town, so hopefully they stayed!

Watching the train pull up, Isabelle nearly smacked Rosie with her tail, and bumped into Pete on his way to deliver!

[sleepnevermore-blog]

Ah yes, a new villager, very exciting. Here he comes now, the train pulling to a stop and the door opening, he steps out into the sunlight. Ow, yikes, this was more sun than he would ever be used to, and he shades he eyes as he steps off the station, leaving a trail of blood and loose feathers as he goes.

Dave would stop in front of the little dog, squinting a bit behind his glasses, voice muffled as he speaks. "I think I'm supposed to be moving in here? Can you tell me who I talk to about that? Kind of lost here, looking for a tour guide."

[sleepnevermore-blog]

no it's whatever she's better off anyway just look at me i'm messed up beyond repair

[sleepnevermore-blog]

o h my god

[aetherialarchfiend]

… Mm. I warned yOu. I tOld yOu tO play nice. Explain yOurself, kid. And fast. Because even I’m at a lOss as tO what she did. And I am nOt merciful.

[sleepnevermore-blog]

no no no i don't HAVE to talk about this this is literally no one's business and if she's so damn good at remembering fuck all, she should know what she did