derry deathly dead

indie abigail from IT mythos - penned by foxxy

[derrydeathly]

       abigail has been moved to @musewritten

[derrydeathly]

       abigail has been moved to @musewritten

[derrydeathly]

       abigail has been moved to @musewritten

[derrydeathly]

       abigail has been moved to @musewritten

[derrydeathly]

       abigail has been moved to @musewritten

[derrydeathly]

       abigail has been moved to @musewritten

[derrydeathly]

deliciousfear·:

IT just never really cared to kiss anyone, since he was never around anyone like he was around her. hundreds and hundreds of years, even if most of those it was asleep, it always woke to her and went to sleep with her being the last thing it saw. Maybe that was all it was, being familiar with her and staying in its human form too long, making it feel things that it was not used to. Only for her. 

When she rolls her hips, it feels something it cannot explain, and was honestly a little too worried to ask about. Big eyes fall to where she was undoing her blouse, head tilting curiously, not sure of the purpose of it. ITs hands coming to rest on her hips, he looks back up to her with confusion in its eyes. “Touch me? Sure, touch me however you like.” @derrydeathly

With permission given, her lips press gentle against his human form, pressing against his jawline and edging towards his ear where she whispers sweet nothings into his ear. Sweet and sometimes saucy secrets are shared with him, of those dreams she had of him so many centuries ago before his monstrous form had ever been revealed, when she had thought him to be entirely human. 

Her hand reached for his to pull his hand from her hips to her breast. The fabric of her blouse never moved, never revealed anything to him just yet, though Bobby was free to feel the soft warmth of her breast while her other hand moved to his trousers, working to reveal him from the fabric of his human clothes. Wrapping her warm hand around him, she smiled at him before pressing a final kiss to his cheek before locking eyes with him. “Are you okay, Bobby?”

[derrydeathly]

deliciousfear·:

          “I am Derry, this town is me as much as I am it…..”

IT says simply, closing his eyes for a momnet. Just listening to her breathing, feeling her warmth. IT doesn’t want her to leave, not after all those years of being together. And It is unsure if it could leave anymore. Start over, its roots deeply dug into this town, besides, having only a year to try and move and find a new place and try to grab enough food to survive.

                        ”…. maybe that means you are stuck with me more than this town.” @derrydeathly

She won’t leave, not without him. If Derry is Bobby then she’s certain that he won’t leave. The town was as much his home as it had been his. It had only been a figure of speech that she would have run away with him into the surrounding forests so many centuries ago before certain events had changed everything.

“We don’t have to leave. I know what Derry means to you. I like being stuck with you now. It’s not so boring anymore -- especially since things have changed so much.”

[derrydeathly]

deliciousfear·:

It closes its eyes for a long moment, head coming down to rest on top of hers. Relaxing into the hug, despite its previous hesitance. As it was still not too used to all of this, even though it was something deep down that it liked. But only from her, anyone else it would have killed within seconds of trying to initiate something so intimate. 

   Her words bring it back to the now, “Yes.” There was not hesitance in that word, plus lips press together before pressing them to her hair. “… do you?” @derrydeathly

“Yes. I think so, but only if you’re sure, Bobby,” she answered, her words soft and caring as her hand pressed against her stomach. It was an odd sensation, one she hadn’t felt in centuries. The idea of being a mother again was a scary one given how spectacularly awful many would have considered her previous life as a mother. 

“I’m scared though, about being a mom again.”

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send “🍼” for a drabble/starter where my muse introduces their newborn baby or child to yours!

[derrydeathly]

                                   baby mine, don’t you cry

[rpmemegenshikkaku]

Send my muse “Sexy Time” + any nsfw question, and my muse has to answer it.

[derrydeathly]

i feel a little forgotten on this blog. it’s why i’ve been staying on @musewritten here lately.

[vaememes]

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[whatnotmemes]

——————–LOVE SENTENCE STARTERS change pronouns as needed.

“Do you love me?” “You don’t love me.” “Have you ever been in love?” “Do you still love him?” “I love this.” “I love you.” “I love her.” “I think I’m in love.” “I’ve never been in love.” “This isn’t about love.” “I’m not looking for love.” “I’m not in love.” “I don’t want to fall in love.” “Don’t fall in love with me.” “I have so much love to give.” “I look at you and all I see is love.” “Do you think you could love me?” “I never loved you.” “I never stopped loving you.” “I’m falling in love with you.” “I fall in love too easily.” “I’ve never been in love before.”

[derrydeathly]

deliciousfear·:

IT rubs its thumb over her ear, fingers toying with a few strands of hair between them, as he listened to her. Head tilted slightly, as it tried to really think back to that time. All those years ago, IT could not seem to recall really knowing that she liked him like that. Even before all that happened, perhaps there was a tiny part of it that knew, played on it. But IT was unaware that it had ran so deep then.

     ”I like to think that I would have run away with you…” IT says softly, leaning over it presses a kiss to the top of her hair. “… though, we can’t go back. There is time now for us, right? We can still run away together.” @derrydeathly

“Can I run away,” she asked, eyes opened once more as she turned her head to look up at him. Bright blues that would never rival the blue of his own stared up at him as she searched his more human like features for some unspoken answer to her question. For centuries, Abigail knew little of the curse that afflicted her: was she bound to Derry for what she had done or was she simply bound to Pennywise?

“What happens if Derry doesn’t let me leave? What happens then?”

[vyrulent]

                                  it means not dead