#helldweller

[rockerb0y]

     NOT EVEN  the potent cocktail of chemicals in johnny's bloodstream was immune to terminal dilution, beginning to abate about halfway through the setlist of stentorian songs and eventually deadened to a  numbness  which yearned to be renewed to its former glory. the venue and its effervescent crowd had warmly received the tendentious performance, ardently lauded and extolled the visual backdrop of articles from various smear campaigns against him over the past few years — an  eye-catching  and  provocative  accompaniment to his  idiosyncratic  brand of sound. nevertheless, the fervid feedback didn't automatically merit an encore and his expeditious exit outside wasn't susceptible to further vacillation. the show was over because he said it was over and nobody could overturn the  dictatorial  decision.

     ' the night owl '  had procured his patronage over its surrounding competition with its proximity and diminutive clientele. the business hours were arbitrary and open-ended which catered to his particular ambitions for the evening, opting to occupy a seat at the far end of the bar counter away in self-imposed isolation. the view beyond the sheets of glass surrounding the bar would've enticed any wandering eye, as was expected from its location on the top floor of the bay bridge residential hotel; to him, however, the neon graveyard was a tired sight that failed to inveigle  him into any state of admiration. the inherent exigency of the empty whiskey glass in front of him was far more worthwhile of his notice, second only to the sudden movement on his right side as the adjacent seat was no longer subject to vacancy.

@helldwells: ❝ you look lonely. i can fix that. ❞ ( soooo thinking about silverhand during his prime time while ryker is still a corpo and keeping an eye on him heh )

     twitch of a smile denoted acknowledgement of the stranger ahead of a verbal reply, lidded gaze quick to steal a glance and investigate existing suppositions. the other patron's attire and comportment was of a  certain  caliber, an  eminence  that came married with corporate rancidity; its stench was as familiar as it was distinctively deplorable. despite lacking any tangible evidence or confirmation to his working theory, the once-over alone was decidedly enough to profile his counterpart and make an educated assessment.

     ❝  spoken like a true jig-jig street regular. not all that different from them, actually: corpses and joytoys. both are willin' to bend over and be  fucked raw  by their employer if the price is right.  ❞

     wraithlike whisper from  the hand  goaded him to  glass  the unexpected visitor, to accede and temporarily  tranquilize  the urge to maim. violent fantasy fogged over immediate thought for a moment before it was banished from mind, curbed for the time being as the bartender's attention was beckoned with a  knock  of chrome knuckles against the counter. a refill was sorely needed in addition to a suitable beverage for his  esteemed  company.

     ❝  another double whiskey neat here, and a  jersey turnpike  for this compassionate boy scout. my treat.  ❞

     the bartender's bout of hesitation upon hearing the order was expected but a pointed look subsequently resolved any  doubt  of its sincerity. the recipe was straightforward: all the bar mats' residual liquor collectively wrung into a single shot glass — a mixed shooter perfectly  curated  for any  bottom-feeder.

               ❝  take it, and fuck off.  ❞

BLADE RUNNER 2049 PROMPTS

[stainedpast]

Tsk, they really do know how to annoy him, don’t they? Playing at his nerves like a guitar, which is a little appealing in its own way for not many manage to reach such achievement. He almost rolls his eyes at their words, hands inside the pockets of his jacket, features even more unamused than the usual ones he wears. ❝ You really wouldn’t like it being in there out of hatred. ❞ It is true; if he hates someone enough to remember them, to occupy his mind, they are DOOMED. They have not reached there yet. ❝ What makes you think you’re to begin with? ❞

@helldwells : "for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot." be bothering one of your babies with ryker hehe :3

[cheekypriest]

@helldwells asked: do I need to baby you? ( very excited to write with you ;; )

Lack of Sleep Starters!

"Well, can do. Only if I get to be carried in those big strong arms of yours while I suck on my thumb... only right to play it out properly." The priest was quick to retort, a genuine sense of amusement on the man's face as well as dripping from every word. Though with a quiet smirk to himself, James stepped away a little, arms lifting to cross over his chest as his brows tensed a bit in thought.

"I'm fine... I'll put myself to bed after a good cup of hot cocoa when I get home, how does that sound?" He may still have been lightly teasing the man, even if it was mainly to cover up the fact that he was feeling as tired as he looked at this point. "Unless you want to come over and read me a bedtime story first?"

[starrstained]

it isn't until the applause dies down that the dancer works her way through the club— it's all smiles and the occasional wink, small talk with regulars and check ins with bar staff. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. a little thrill stirs at the way people watch her move, how eyes trail in the tracing of her gem - lined dress . . . one that leaves very little to the imagination. but it's him she comes to see. harlow's head tilts as she appraises him, her smile warm and immodest. ❝ enjoy the show ? ❞

| | | | | @helldwells liked for a starter in da club . ❤

[cosmicallybound]

     delicate   fingers   threaded   through   the   man's   hair,   gently   manuvering   his   head   as   she   pleased.   supple   flesh   curled   into   a   satisfied   grin   as   he   allowed   the   touch,   his   head   tilted   back   until   the   strong   column   of   his   neck   was   exposed   for   her   leisure.   manicured   nails   gently   scraped   his   scalp   as   her   lips   descended   ‘pon   the   bared   flesh.   reverent   lips   left   a   trail   of   sanguine   adoration   from   the   seductive   column   of   his   throat   down   to   his   chest,   her   free   hand   dexterously   unbuttoned   his   shirt   as   her   lips   soon   followed.   knees   met   the   lush   carpet   as   she   kneeled   on   the   ground   before   him,   lips   having   never   lifted   from   his   skin.   the   heiress’s   warm   hand   settled   'pon   his   muscled   stomach,   her   nails   lightly   dragged   over   the   sensitive   skin.

     molten   amber   peered   up   eli   through   dark   lashes,   offering   a   coy   smile,   her   wine-colored   lipstick   smudged   from   their   tender   worship   of   his   flesh.   hyeon   kept   her   gaze   locked   with   his   as   her   hand   slowly   trailed   down,   slipping   under   his   pants   before   it   stopped   just   short   of   his   thigh.   pearly   teeth   grasped   her   lush   bottom   lip   as   her   hand   traced   delicate   patterns   from   his   stomach   to   its   final   destination,   always   stopping   achingly   close.

i would gladly let you drag me to hell @helldwells

     ❝   oh   darling,   there   won't   be   any   dragging.   it   will   be   a   pleasurable,   intoxicating   descent   into   hell.   i   promise   that   you   will   enjoy   every   single   second   of   it.   ❞   hyeon   rested   her   cheek   on   eli's   stomach,   eyes   fluttering   shut   as   her   hand   traced   the   outline   of   his   cock,   only   applying   light   pressure.   ❝   all   you   need   to   do   is   ask,   love.   let   go   &&   enjoy   this   sinful   descent.   ❞

[premxnitionn]

sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down

her eyebrows furrowed in concern as she gestured to the chair in her living room , the current state of him enough to assume he needed cleaning up at bare minimum . she placed her handbag on the hook and went over to their cupboard , where a basic first aid kit was located . " you don't need to tell me anything , just ... let me clean you up , hm ? i'm pretty good at this . " voice gentle and murmured , lowering itself down to eye level but not reaching out to touch them yet . he seemed ... antsy and fidgety , someone that would use reflexes without thinking -- and they didn't plan on accidentally getting hurt . " my name is ae-ri . i'd say it's nice to meet you ... but ... "

[downspirals]

🙄  to  roll  your  eyes  at  my  muse :D

@helldwells

there is an annoyed huff that comes from her in response to his eye roll. "you're the one who asked for my help." nadine is quick to point out, their hands on their hips. "it's not my fault i'm not all up to date on all the fuckin'.... uh, future shit! i'm not from here!" and they still aren't entirely sure how they ended up here. but he didn't have the answers to all his own problems, let alone theirs.

"so, are we working together? or what?" they really hope the answer is yes. because they don't really have anyone else to ask.

[fksleep]

FEARS   //   bold  any  fears  which  apply  to  your  muse.  italicise  what  makes  them  uncomfortable.  cross out what they're not scared of.

the  dark.  fire.  open  water.  deep  water.  being  alone.  crowded  spaces.  confined  spaces.  change.  failure.  war.  loss  of  control.  powerlessness.  prison.  blood.  drowning.  suffocation.  public  speaking.   natural  animals.  the  supernatural.  heights.   death.  dying.  intimacy.  rejection.   abandonment.  loss.  the  unknown.  the  future.  not  being  good  enough.  scary  stories.  speaking  to  new  people.  poverty.   loud  noises.   being  touched.  sex.  chains.  inner  demons.  hallucinations.  staring.   going  berserk.  betrayal.

tagged by: no one, stolen.

tagging: @manaborn | @the27percent | @anarkissm | @cloudrides | @sonicanary | @raisedcold | @likemosaic | @cathiief | @svpe | @helldwells | @halfdent | @jewelstole | @dreamrcven | @cosmicrayed | @emeraldbuilt | @hauntrcss | @mercred

[sanatoris]

THE MUSE AS TAROT CARDS

rules : bold what applies to your muse, italicize what sometimes or sort-of applies, strike through what’s antithetical to your muse. repost, don’t reblog, & have fun!

warnings : mentions of alcohol. credit.

𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 : a long journey, a feeling of raw energy, putting a name to something unknown, an elaborate patchwork, unexpected catastrophes, unexpected blessings, vivid dreams, sudden awakenings, the feeling of shedding your skin, the echoes in holy places, bright lights, deep shadows, feeling the earth move beneath your feet, wandering in museums, the strange clarity of moonlight, thunder and lightning, an unfamiliar road, coming back to the place you started as an entirely different person.

𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬 : being overwhelmed by emotion, finding something to celebrate every day, finding something to mourn every day, connecting with others, the scent of ocean air, making food for your friends when they’re stressed, the remembrance of something lost, sublime confusion, cool colors, a cozy cafe, a bustling bar, calm waters - hidden depths, getting tipsy in the afternoon, summer rain, comfy sweaters, flowing skirts, a house by the sea, deep conversations after midnight.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 :  the scent of spices and dark wood, making something just for the sake of creation, dry heat, crackling fire, a bolt of inspiration, refusing to apologize for your passion, stubborn optimism, taking on more than you can handle, hot tea, warm colors, getting up early, staying up late, bright fire - fast burnout, tacky thrift store finds worn with the utmost confidence, the thrill of starting a new project, spring storms, hotel rooms, perpetual restlessness.

𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 :  the scent of rich soil after a rain, hard and diligent work, solid ground - strong foundations, the satisfaction of a long-awaited payoff, generosity that comes with a catch, work boots and heavy jeans, silk and jewels, resting on your laurels, seeing your work through to the end, harvest time, fresh bread and rich soup, earth tones, jewel tones, a lush garden, sunlight through the trees, dark chocolate, a home in the farmlands, a sprawling house in the old part of the city.

𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : the scent of fresh air, focusing on the intellectual at the expense of the emotional, freshly fallen snow, burying yourself in action, tending to your own wounds, a foreseeable disaster, crisply tailored suits, starkly elegant dresses, refusing to admit defeat, cold air - clear thoughts, old hurts, fresh starts, overthinking your overthinking, the harsh glow of street lamps, black coffee, a cabin in the mountains, an apartment downtown, the quiet before the dawn.

tagged: @danversiism ilu <3 tagging: @halfdent , @bruz3r , @pu1itzer , @cartelheir , @vulpesse , @afterdeaths (xander) , @hebled , @svpe, @nightmdic , @ofwealthandtaste , @catfcng (roman) , @helldwells , @foxtaeil , @batcaller , @medicbled , @doctordonovan , @wildskissed , @rogaire , @nightmdic , @darehearts + you

[araexec]

what kind of catharsis do you need?

freedom

You've had the weight of the world on your shoulders, haven't you. It's okay to put the burden down, stretch your legs -- everything won't fall apart if you just take a second to breathe. Go for a late night drive with the windows down and the radio up. Howl at the moon. Break something. You earned it.

tagged by: @prvtocol tagging: @helldwells, @deviantdroid, @tigermcth, @teknah, and anyone who hasn't yet! <3

[rockerb0y]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED?

FERVENTLY.

     you  crave  a  hug  that  cracks  your  ribs ...  the  feeling  of  your  wandering  soul  being  crushed  back  into  the  bones  that  can't  seem  to  hold  it.  you  need  A  HAND  gripping  yours  so  tightly  you  almost  fear  it  may  leave  a  bruise,  a  reminder  that  you  are  here.  and  that  you  are  not  alone.

tagged by: @helldwells ( thank you ! ) tagging: @asteritm + @boatdriinks + @relicruined + @vulpesse + everyone else on the dash

[bluegumballmf]

Helldwellers

Sonic comic screenshot edit :)

[aedearly]

name and pronouns: joo , she / her url: helldwells ( single muse ) commission type/s: one long icon border and three post dividers first time or returning commissioner?: first time how would you describe your customer experience?: 10 / 10, it was a really great experience, so very very positive, especially considering the limited information i provided. balu consistently kept me in the loop by showing the progress updates and ensuring that each change was in line with my desires. despite the minimal guidance, balu was proactive in seeking my feedback, which made me feel reassured and involved in the process!! this level of communication and attention to detail was so very appreciated!! what did you like the most about your commission?: honestly, everything! i really gave little detail to what i needed... and balu managed to find all the items and put them together beautifully. items that i didn't suggest, but were part of the show... balu really took the initiative to make that sort of research! would you recommend aedearly's services to a friend?: yes, undoubtedly and definitely! final thoughts: balu is organised, caring and in constant contact to ensure the commissions are done according to our necessities. truly happy with the result and i'm definitely coming back :)

[calebron]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❤ -- @kokkinomati

The other caught the Incubus' eyes immediately. With a body like that, it was impossible to escape Caleb's notice and the helldweller made that clear by approaching the other, drink in hand.

" How come a stud like you is sitting here all on his own? "

[expvrgction]

“The Tycho base is under demonic siege. What are you still doing here?”

[furby-organist]

> “Attention, all you pathetic helldwellers!”

> “I am pleased to inform you that I have been married for one, entire, god damn year!”

> “Happy anniversary to my charming, incomparable, marvelous husband! And to the rest of you? You may continue to envy me.”