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Plotting Call

Since I want to brush the cobwebs off this blog, like this post and I'll hit you up to plot.

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

#memes

One of my favourite things from the book that didn't make the movie?

11 year old Bill calling IT a whoremaster.

#musing

"You're no ghost! George knows I didn't mean for him to die! My folks were wrong! They took it out on me and that was wrong! Do you hear me?""

The fact that Bill doesn't come to this realisation until he's 38 years old.

He was an 11 year old kid who had just lost his brother in an incredibly horrific way.

And his parents treated him like it was his fault. They ignored him and neglected him and while they never said it out loud, Bill knew that they wished it had been him.

Needless to say, we don't like Zack and Sharon Denbrough.

Bill deserves better.

#ooc

brotherfailed

Plotting Call

Give this a like or a comment and I'll hit you up to plot.

#plotting call

In the process of revamping this blog, so going to go follow some people.

You might know me from over on chosenbythecrystal.

#ooc

shotbitch:

beverly is grateful for the companionship and just the connection in general, she realizes all the losers share this unspeakable bond but it is what has made them stronger in the long run. a small smile forms on her lips, sometimes it was nice to know someone was there, even if she could not exactly open up to them about things yet just because she did not like to talk about her home life and everything, she never thought any of them could relate and the anxiety that forms in the pit of her stomach thinking they would look at her any differently has her never wanting to speak on it again. it is pretty much all in the past anyway, a new trauma forming to get rid of the old and she finds herself a little grateful for it. “ i just want it all to be over, you know? it seems like we are the only ones who hold memories about what happened… “ like the rest of the world had moved on over night and they were stuck with the bad things lingering in their mind.

Bill would never pry, but he knew a thing or two about having a shitty home life. His parents might not be abusive but they were neglectful. Ever since Georgie died, they'd all but forgotten about their older son. They never said it out loud, but he could see on their faces that they blamed him.

That they wish it had been him.

Bill had thought that maybe once it was all over they'd love him again but nothing had changed. Georgie's ghost still haunted him.

Bill wished it had been him too.

"I guess that's part of the Derry sickness...how IT survived so l-long. N-n-nobody ever investigated the deaths and disappearances because nobody c-could see what was h-h-happening. Those that c-could either died or forgot."

"Do you think we'll forget?"

#shotbitch #verse; the beginning

dogof-war:

The former-soldier quirks a brow; his daughters wouldn’t want to be seen with this kid? Christ, he’d never delved too deeply in the the politics of children - everytime his daughters had mentioned school...he’d shut it out. Except, of course, the mumblings that kids had been going missing. When Edlyn had mentioned a local girl vanishing - he’d stored that information and asked his ‘new pals’ down at the local pub about it a little while later. He’d been met with silence. A silence earie enough for him to eventually submit to it - a military man, he knows what silence means. Silence means secrets, wilful ignorance. There’s a reason for that, a reason that Magnar hadn’t bothered to question.

“I’m afraid I wont believe it until I see it-”

the fact that he at all hinders a hope on belief surprises him, he’d been a man of the army. A man who had seen very real horrors and human monsters before his very eyes, why would he at all entertain the panicked ramblings of a child?

Perhaps it’s the boys passion - the fact that he’s already lost something so close.

“If this thing does exist, if it did -” a sigh escapes him, his eyes dropping in respect “kill your brother. Where is it? Why can’t anybody see it?”

"I'm not the oh-only one. To s-see IT, I mean." No, each one of them had encountered it in one way or another. For Beverly it had been the blood and the voices in the drain. Ben had seen the Mummy. It had been a werewolf and a leper and more.

IT chose IT's appearance based on IT's target's fear.

For Bill, it wasn't so much fear as it was guilt. The guilt of failing his brother. That was why IT used Georgie's photo album.

"Only kuh-kids can see IT. We can't all be c-c-crazy." There was a moment of silence as Bill stared down at the drain, almost as if he could still see the blood that had long since washed away. "Wait h-here."

Bill didn't wait for a response as he sprinted off, leaving his bike behind. His house could be seen from where they were stood - something that made Georgie's death so painful. It had happened right under their noses.

He retured clutching a book.

My Photographs - George Elmer Denbrough, age 6.

"Can you suh-see it?" He asked as he opened the book. "The b-b-blood? It's f-faded a little but my p-parents...they couldn't s-see it. Just...watch." With some apprehension, Bill began to flick through the book. His fingers were still scabbed over from the last time he'd opened it and the damn thing had tried to pull him in. He wasn't sure what he'd see - the school picture of Georgie or the old picture of Derry.

He wasn't even sure he'd see anything.

It was Georgie again because of course it was Georgie. He was smiling but the grin soon turned sinister as he winked at him. That was when the photograph began to bleed. To Bill's credit, he managed not to throw it this time, even as the blood got on his hands.

The big question was had the man seen any of that? The blood? Georgie? Or did Bill just look like some crazy kid?

#dogof-war #verse; the beginning

matewialgus-deactivated20220403

GUYS I PRESENT YOU

BILL DENBROUGH

#bill denbrough #this is why i love bill #he sassy

killbilled

(Chüd, this is Chüd, stand, be brave, be true, stand for your brother, your friends, believe, believe in all the things you have believed in, believe that if you tell the policeman you’re lost he’ll see that you get home safely, that there is a Tooth Fairy who lives in a huge enamel castle, and Santa Claus below the North Pole, making toys with his trove of elves, and that Captain Midnight could be real, yes, he could be in spite of Calvin and Cissy Clark’s big brother Carlton saying that was all a lot of baby stuff, believe that your mother and father will love you again, that courage is possible and words will come smoothly every time, no more Losers, no more cowering in a hole in the ground and calling it a clubhouse, no more crying in Georgie’s room because you couldn’t save him and didn’t know, believe in yourself, believe in the heat of that desire.)

He suddenly began to laugh in the darkness, not in hysteria but in utter delighted amazement. “OH SHIT, I BELIEVE IN ALL OF THOSE THINGS!” he shouted, and it was true: even at eleven he had observed that things turned out right a ridiculous amount of the time.

#bill denbrough

cucimei

It (2017) vs It Chapter Two (2019)

#bill denbrough #beverly marsh #stanley uris #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #pennywise #words hurt people xD

inhaledlies:

“I’d say it gave you more than inspiration, Bill. I’d say it gave you your entire career.” He hadn’t known it at the time, but he had read Bill’s books. He’d read his stories, even though Eddie hated the concept of all things horror and scary and spooky. Just like he had watched Richie’s stand-up. Just like some of his clothes were created and designed by Beverly Rogan, aka, Marsh. He’d been connected to them all in ways he had never known until now, and he wondered if others had the experience. “I read your books, you know. You’ve always been creative and imaginative, Bill, but…..but it takes fucking trauma to write the way you do.”

Eddie was always one for honesty, especially with Bill Denbrough. Bill had been his first friend, his ride or die, until they had forgotten each other due to this stupid town and its stupid curse. He had no problem being upfront with Bill, but having some alcohol in his system certainly didn’t leave room for secrets either. The others were all around the table, talking up a storm, more than a few drinks in their own systems. Though alcohol certainly wasn’t Eddie’s drug of choice, he felt like he needed something to make this reality more stable for himself.

He chewed his lower lip at the thought of Stan, of losing Stan, and his heart fell into his stomach. Which of them would be next? It was a question that hung in the air, though was entirely unspoken. “Crazy is a bit of an understatement. Normally you couldn’t pay me to be back in this shithole of a town, but getting Mike’s call….I knew I had to come back.” He flipped his hand, gently tracing the scar Bill had given all of them those 27 years ago. “I’m scared, Billy.”

"You're probably right." Bill had always had a flair for story telling. It had been his vice as a child - he struggled to get things out verbally so he took to pen and paper, or typewriter after his parents bought him one for Christmas one year. Georgie and the losers had all loved his stories but they had never been horror stories. Bill hadn't realised until coming back to Derry but his preference for the horror genre had come after he left Derry.

Thinking back on it now, many of the characters and plots he had written had some similarities to his childhood experience in Derry. Sure, he wrote well - some would argue his endings sucked but that was another matter - but perhaps he wasn't as creative as he thought. People had asked him how he came up with his ideas and he'd always said that they just came to him.

He didn't know they came from suppressed memories though. Trauma - yeah, that sounded about right.

"I couldn't get far enough away from this p-place," he agreed. He hadn't really known why but there was this feeling inside him that warned him against ever going back - a feeling. He knew that Derry had sucked in the same way he knew that Georgie had died - he just hadn't remembered why.

The Derry sickness, whatever protected IT must be strong because who the fuck forgot that their kid brother was murdered?

"When the call came though, I knew I didn't have a ch-choice. It was like I was...compelled. I think we all were." There was a moment of silence as he looked down at his own palms and the scars that had reappeared with Mike's call. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sc-scared. But we're not alone. We have each other and that's something to hold onto."

#inhaledlies #verse; 27 years later

shotbitch:

“ i’m really sorry we could not save him, bill. “ beverly speaks with remorse and perhaps a twinge of guilt since she had saw georgie specifically in the deadlights, saw how he died, saw pennywise tear him apart limb by limb, the sound of screaming ringing in her ears until there is silence and her hand tentatively touches his hand already feeling the blood but she does not care, holding it between them for comfort, if she could offer anything she hoped. she takes a small breath in, never having lost a sibling but she can feel bill’s anger, his guilt, his sadness and it really breaks her heart, her green eyes try to level with him. “ i’m….. “ could she open up about what she had saw? did she even want to? “ i’m sure he would be proud of you, i know that sounds stupid and georgie was taken from us too soon but…. you… we fought a clown and won, we actually won and no one else has to get hurt now… “ she murmurs and then looks down. “ hey – you know, you can always talk to me, right? i’m not going to say anything to the boys or anything.. “ here she is offering her time and hopefully not shitty advice in the wake of their friendship.

"It's okay. I knew all along, really. That he was d-dead. I just...didn't w-w-want to accept it."

No matter what people had told him or the fact that Georgie's arm had been all that had been found of him, Bill had clung to the belief that he might still be alive. He thought that if he told himself enough times, it would end up being true.

He'd just been lying to himself though.

"You're right," he managed a small smile. Georgie was a good kid - more kind hearted than anyone he'd ever met. He thought Georgie would be happy that nobody else would die at ITs hands. "Thanks Bev...that...means a l-lot...the same goes for you too. I'm h-here."

#shotbitch #verse; the beginning

dogof-war:

Adults don’t see what they don’t want to see?

But then he’d already seen so much of that - the war having shown him things no man should ever witness. Magnar doesn’t rest anymore because of the nightmares that keep him awake; his daughters would listen to their father scream in his sleep. Adults don’t see what they don’t want to see? Sure, he wishes.

“I wish that were true, kid-” he mutters, his voice soft enough to perhaps go unnoticed. “But listen, whatever it is that you’re trying to kill - you can’t do it alone.” His pep talk is inspired by his service, a leader to a group of men in the thick of war had inspired him to once keep his friends close -

of course, they were all dead now.

“Maybe-” he stands to his full height, his frame towering over the lad “you should get to know my daughters-” of course, he still has yet to believe the lad “they’re good girls. Whatever animal is terrorising you, they’ll teach it a lesson-”

Bill Denbrough was a leader. Whether he liked it or not, people looked to him for answers. They chose to follow him and they had followed him right into that house on Neibolt. Eddie had ended up with a bust arm and Ben had been sliced up.

The fallout that had ensued had caused them to scatter - some leader he was.

They all wanted to hide, to bury their heads under the sand and hope that they were spared this cycle because by time the next cycle came around they would be adults and most likely far away from Derry.

Bill didn't blame them. He might have felt the same way if it wasn't for Georgie. He couldn't just pretend it wasn't happening though - that would be an insult to Georgie's memory.

"Your d-daughters. They don't wanna be suh-seen with me. That'd be social s-s-suicide." That was why the seven of them had been so close. They had all been outcasts. "Besides, it's not an ah-ah-animal. It's a monster. It kills kids. It killed my brother but Juh-Georgie wasn't first or the last. It sleeps for twenty-seven years then it comes back and bad things h-happen. That's why I have to stop Ih-IT even if nobody will help me."

#dogof-war #verse; the beginning

itsdeadlights:

Pennywise side-eyed the plank for a second, but didn’t seem to be threatened by it, not when Bill was alone. In fact, IT’S expression seemed more bored than anything, “–Isn’t that where we already are–?” The clown asked, the Losers sure seemed to think so.

The shapeshifter tended to disagree, as bad as Derry could be for the humans that lived there during IT’S feeding cycle, Pennywise thought IT was quite fair to them. The monster stayed in the shadows, kept the town prosperous and safe from additional threats. IT only ate a few of them, never anyone important, and IT even usually had a scapegoat to take the blame and give survivors closure.

With the last cycle being the one and only exception, where the Losers Club could not leave things be and hunted IT down.

The creature stepped back giving a dismissive snort, “–I’m not interested in fighting with you, Billy-boy–” Pennywise said, turning IT’S back to the author. Refusing to engage him seemed like the greatest insult IT could provide as well as being true, “–Come back with your friends or fuck off–”

Bill Denbrough thought that Derry was a sickness – one that only affected adults, leaving the children to fend for themselves. It was less noticeable now he was a grownup himself but memories of his childhood had started to come back and he remembered how utterly alone they had felt. They had each other, that was true, but they were just kids – they shouldn’t have had to deal with that alone. That was what he’d wanted to be for Dean – an adult who would protect him the way none of them were when they were kids.

And how had that turned out? He hadn’t helped Dean, he’d sent him to an early grave. The boy had already heard things so he was likely already a target, but maybe if he hadn’t met Bill, he’d still have been alive by the time it was all over.

IT was arrogant – IT always had been but that was part of the reason they beat IT before. IT hadn’t expected such resistance from the children – for the hunter to become the hunted. Even now, IT was turning IT’s back on him – dismissing him, by himself, as a threat. It pissed him off, but he hoped that would work in his favour.

He glanced around, eyes falling on a splintered piece of wood that looked sturdy enough for him to use. While the creature’s back was turned, Bill lunged forward, attempting to impale the creature with the sharp end.

#itsdeadlights #verse; 27 years later #IT is so considerate xD #only eating some #and blaming others xD

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“They deserved it.”

VIOLENCE/DEATH THEMED ASK MEMES/PROMPTS

Bill couldn't bring himself to look, keeping his gaze firmly on the ground instead. It was the first time Bill had come into contact with a member of the Pubes. Ticky had told him all about them - warned him about them. They were the reason Bill wasn't allowed outside alone, he said. Bill knew that wasn't true though - at least not entirely. He wasn't allowed out because they didn't trust him not to run away. Bill was important to them for some reason. He was young and they didn't get a lot of youngsters to train.

Tick Tock was not a man Bill wanted to mess with. He was intimidating at the best of times and quick to anger and that was with other members of the Grays. With someone he considered an enemy, he was much, much worse.

The evidence was at there feet, as much as Bill was trying to ignore it.

"Nuh-nobody deserves to die..."

#ticktocx

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