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sorry abt my lack of activity. i’ve been feeling ?? insecure ?? inadequate ?? about how i write the losers and i don’t feel like i have much for their voices anymore which sucks honestly since i was excited to come back here. my activity rn is mostly on @knifegifted if you want me
* YOU DIDN’T LISTEN TO WHAT I TOLD YOU , DID YOU ? you should have stayed out of derry . your parents didn’t . look what happened to them ! // ind. priv. highly selective HENRY BOWERS from stephen king’s IT. — loathed wholeheartedly by erin.
Break my muse. Exploit their insecurities and weaknesses. Do whatever it takes to make them angry or cry.
STARTER CALL. punch the ♡ for a starter & specify a muse please !! muse list
* PAPER MAN. you crumble so harshly. there is nothing kind about you. there is nothing gentle about the way you fall apart. panes of glass destroyed under harsh force. if you are going to be destroyed , you will cut apart whatever is in your path. boy , you will die as violently as you lived ! father is a preacher / you are the congregation. you hear his sermons , slicked acidic words burn as they worm into your brain. where is your excuse now , henry bowers ? salvation spins spider - webs in the aging creases of his palms. cruelty stains red , raw knuckles. but weakness , and the wrists wring in your brain of a man choosing which side of his hand to offer you , is not an option. you are not weak ( this is not a fact , nor is he convinced of this , but this is guilt of any weakness he ever had. ) camouflaged behind his hands , henry casts his attention up. red flows from the nose , stains pale skin . ONLY WHEN IT IS YOUR BLOOD FLOWING ARE YOU SCARED. ❛ what the fuck are you looking at !? ❜ switchblade mouth , sharp and deadly , barks scathing. if only you looked as lethal as you truly were.
STARTER CALL : // @wiinstons
elena had suffered herself a little to long without blood, forcing herself to drink only a little at a time to stop from killing anyone. it had started to take a toll as her head pounded, she had gone a little pale. mind was hazy, flashes of her life come sporadically. ' you know i hate doing this to you, ' even after years, she still feels like she needs to apologize. ' .. but i can't wait anymore. ' fangs show, eyes change as she takes hold of his arm. bringing it to her lips. fangs bare down
THE DAY COMES AND YOU EXPECT IT ALL THE SAME. there is no pride in deniability. there is no point. you have only felt hurt when you have denied yourself of the truth. you cannot pretend like everything is normal. nothing will ever hurt you again ——— NOT FOR 27 YEARS. it makes your heart pound. chases breaths from your lungs , forcing it to hide in the secluded corners of your insides.
no , bill denbrough , life is not meant to be calm or normal anymore for you. perhaps that is the point. you deal with this life and its lack of ordinance like you were always meant to do. that is what’s required of you. you survived before. you will survive again.
he gives her a wary look. pale / stricken and it makes his heart lurch in place. no calm to the storm ( made your home in a hurricane’s eye / hold strong against raging winds ) and he feels nauseous. ❛ i kn - know you do. ❜ listen to the rhythm of his stutter ; you are losing it slowly as your tongue presses out broken record sound. mouth a metronome , tick - tick - tick , count the beats of the words. bill reaches for his sweater sleeve and pulls up , offering ivory skin like a sacrifice to some higher being. TEETH WILL RUIN THE SACRIFICE WITH RED ——— oh , dear boy , you know plenty about being ruined !
throat is tight as he sucks in a breath , harsh pierce of teeth against his arm. fingers curl hard , half - moon grit of his nails digging white into his palm. blood spills , blood runs , blood stains. takes the breaths from your chest , it stops you from screaming. she is all angles / needle - poking stings. a row of sharpened monster’s teeth sink your skin and you can only freeze. so cold , so lost. devoted to the sensation of rushing blood from your veins. boys who fall so blindly. sacrifice to the priestess that sways and commands and enchants. bathe in what pours from your veins. one day you will be bled dry.
STARTER CALL. punch the ♡ for a starter & specify a muse please !! muse list
STARTER CALL. punch the ♡ for a starter & specify a muse please !! muse list
ADDING ONTO THAT POST !! my inactivity led to me being busy on my other blogs. if you wanna find me elsewhere when i’m not here, here’s a handy little guide!!
dr jonathan crane ( the scarecrow ) / dc comics ( with a bunch of verses including it && stra.nger thi.ngs ) / @toxinumbed
alex riley / cbs’ me myself and i ( with a bunch of verses including it && stra.nger thi.ngs ) / @bcygenius
justin riley / cbs’ me myself and i / ( with a bunch of verses including it && stra.nger thi.ngs ) / @legendtiime
OH MAN OKAY ! so long story short , my muse for over here got totally shot for so long. i logged in with no motivation to do anything. i couldn’t even seem to write correctly for anyone over here which completely sucks because i still love this blog / the characters i write. i do want to write for the losers but i get totally swamped rn with other muses / things and i’ve completely neglected this blog in that time.
so i do want to start a little fresh. i came back to a whack of new followers without doing anything for two weeks ( thanks sm but omg ? my inactive ass is not servicing anything ). so i’ve made the choice to do some construction. i’m redoing my theme, icons, etc and i’m going to be DROPPING THREADS* !! i’ll post a new starter call sometime within the next few days.
this is just for my mental wellbeing and i’m hoping this helps me feel more motivated to write here again.
*if there’s a thread we have that you wanna keep doing, just hmu and i’ll gladly keep it!
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PUBLIC NUDITY ? / ind. sel. priv. hc based justin finch - riley from cbs’ me , myself and i. —— sideblog to & follows back from BCYGENIUS / adored by erin !
Just a PSA
Reblog if you don’t ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.
&& * ALEX:
❛ EVERYONE has blood on their hands. that DOESN’T mean they are BAD people though. ❜
SUCH BLOOD NEVER WASHES AWAY / FEEL IT CAKE UNDER YOUR FINGERNAILS. you try , in your panic , to feel less like you regret your actions. you did something good ; why does it make you feel so bad ? CHARCOAL - BURNING VOMIT still feels like it stains your hair with its smell , concave dent in your sneaker from the soccer kick you did not know you could manage , sight and smell and touch of rotted heads and limbs as you dug around in that water. routine is hard to break , but easy to improve on. you have taken two showers a day to feel like it does not POLLUTE your skin.
❛ it’s freaking DISGUSTING is what it is. i’m not - i’m not a bad person. i just — ❜ just what ? bile builds when he hears bill call them heroes , when richie calls them clown - killers , when stan touches the scars that dot his temples. there is no shame in his actions. he does not regret standing by and watching the monstrosity sink into the furthest recesses of the sewers. but he does not like the UNCLEAN remains that still play on his skin. he can cure just about anything ; his medicine cabinet a cornucopia of different coloured pills that he knows can help him. THERE ARE WOUNDS THAT NO MEDICINE CAN TREAT. nothing he has can rid himself of the memories. ❛ you don’t know how bad this is. i couldn’t sleep and - and my mom , she took me to the hospital to get checked for insomnia. she thinks i’m narcoleptic ! do you know what that’s like in my house ? ❜
charmerlikeme:
“Yes… she’s the best… I don’t remember a time where I’ve felt more comfortable in my house.” She admits, giving a small but happy chuckle. “I am too… we can walk or ride our bikes together to go to school and back,” Beverly suggests. “If you want that is.” Watching him she suggests before he says to give him a minute. Hanging up her phone, she waits for him to step out before waving. “I’ll be right out!” She yells out the window before heading downstairs. Her aunt was already asleep and didn’t mind her leaving the room so long as she didn’t go too far from home.
“Hey…. it’s good to see you up close.” The girl greets, leaning in to hug him tightly. Once a few seconds passed she stepped back. She didn’t want to overdo it as she was still unsure where he stood on everything. Whether he enjoyed those two kisses as much as she did. Their second kiss could’ve been in the heat of the moment since she’d told him that she was supposed to leave the day after. A friend’s kiss instead of something more. Still holding his hand, she looks up at him. “How’ve you been? I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I just needed time to get everything together before school starts again.”
IMAGINE HER HAND AGAINST YOUR CHEEK / BLOOD STAINS THE LAST MEMORY OF HER. when you arrive home , you wear the stain like a bruise. you relish in it , for it is a sign of your courage and your heart , but you feel it sting when you remember why it is there. beverly marsh is a fading memory by the end of the evening. you remember what she said , about forgetting. YOU FEEL YOURSELF FORGETTING TOO. watercolor smears across your drawing of her , leaking red across her cheek like the red that adorns yours , and you write her name so you may never forget her. you could live to forget ——— forget the cistern , forget the clown , forget every late night spent blaming yourself for georgie’s disappearance death. but you cannot afford to forget the ones you love.
evening breezes rush over him , summer’s death passes with little fanfare as derry grows colder by the minute. EVERYTHING FEELS A LITTLE BIT COLDER NOW. all he can do is accept it ; everything dies eventually. should that be something a child should accept as casually as he does a new concept in math class ? he can only look up , find a face that makes him feel warm again. “ i d - di - di - didn’t think you wuh - were coming back. ” can he put his heart into something like that again ? is it possible ? “ good. as good as y - you can get. ” for bill , considering everything he had seen in the course of a year , his judgement on just what consists of being good is SKEWERED , but he’s sure he isn’t the only one. “ duh - do - don’t be sorry. you couldn’t have kn - known. ”
probably one of the funniest moments in Game Grumps history
