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❝ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴅᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ.❞

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● ———— DEVIL’S REJECTS SENTENCE STARTERS.

* triggering content below, proceed to read/reblog with caution!

’ If you’re gonna start the killing, you best start it right here. ’ ’ Make sure I’m all the way dead, because I’ll come back and make you my bitch! ’ ’ Chinese, Japanese, Dirty knees, look at these! ’ ’ What you lookin’ at? ’ ’ I’m lookin’ at you, _________. ’ ’ Yeah, you see something you like? ’ ’ I set my standards pretty low, so I’m never disappointed. ’ ’ Oh, well I don’t disappoint. ’ ’ Please, mister. This is insane. ’ ’ ‘Cause it’s definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone. ’ ’ Is the shit on? ’ ’ Please… Stop… ’ ’ Stop? Bitch, I have just started. ’ ’ I bet all the girls/guys wanna fuck you. ’ ’ Would you say that again? ’ ’ Do you kiss your mama with that mouth? ’ ’ That ain’t the only thing I do with this mouth. ’ ’ I’m gonna have to be taking your car today. ’ ’ What’s that about clown business? ’ ’ Do I stutter, bitch? ’ ’ There is no fuckin’ ice cream in your fuckin’ future. ’ ’ I think I’m gonna be wanting some ice cream in about ten miles. ’ ’ Don’t you fucking imitate me, it’s fucking rude! ’ ’ I know what I know and I know I don’t like that nut sack… ’ ’ Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you? ’ ’ Yes, it is going to kill me! ’ ’ What the fuck is your problem? I’m in and out in two seconds! ’ ’ What the fuck is your problem? ’ ’ I think I’m gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity. ’ ’ Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good! ’ ’ Tutti Fuckin Fruity! ’ ’ Here’s the list of names I need you to run down for me. ’ ’ That’s a funny-ass name. ’ ’ Just tell me if anything connects. ’ ’ Shit always floats our way, don’t it? ’ ’ You keep your mouth open wide enough maybe you’d catch it all. ’ ’ Have fun scraping all them brains up off the road. ’ ’ You’re smoking dope. ’ ’ You recognize the clown? ’ ’ Well, mother pin a rose on me, that is so great! ’ ’ I want these motherfuckers dead! Kill ‘em! ’ ’ What’s the matter, kid? Don’t ya like clowns? ’ ’ Why? Don’t we make ya laugh? Aren’t we fuckin’ funny? ’ ’ I’m gonna kill your whole fucking family. ’ ’ All right, now get your fuckin’ ass out the car. Go on. ’ ’ They’re even better than the real thing, ya know? ’ ’ I love famous people! They’re even better than the real thing, ya know? ’ ’ Consider me fuckin’ Willy fuckin’ Wonka! ’ ’ You ain’t goin’ nowhere, bitch! ’ ’ What? Are you calling me a whore? ’ ’ I was going to take it easy on you and make it fast. ’ ’ I was going to take it easy on you but then you had to go and play the fucking hero! ’ ’ Hurry up and don’t take too fucking long. ’ ’ I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil’s work. ’ ’ You’ve got to hustle that pussy, baby. ’ ’ Did you hear what he called me, boss? ’ ’ Find a new angle and you might attract a higher clientele. ’ ’ Jesus Christ, what a fucking mess. ’ ’ There must be one hundred yards of bloody asphalt and corpse chunks. ’ ’ You listen to me, and you listen good! ’ ’ I am gonna kill every member of your family! ’ ’ You listen to me, and you listen good! I am gonna kill every member of your family! ’ ’ I’m gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I’m gonna skin em’ alive! ’ ’ They’re gonna crawl on on their hands and knees, and they’re gonna beg me for mercy! ’ ’ They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim! ’ ’ But all I’m gonna have for them is pain! Pain and death! ’ ’ Give me some sugar, bitch. Make it sweet. ’ ’ I keep thinking about old times. Like when you was a fucking baby. ’ ’ Shoot me! Shoot me right in the ass! ’ ’ So what do you wanna do? ’ ’ I knew that fucking cunt would do something stupid! ’ ’ Open the fucking door! Open the goddamn door! ’ ’ What are you gonna do? Shoot me? ’ ’ Shoot me? What did I ever really do to you? ’ ’ I swear I’ll do it! I’ll kill you! ’ ’ Why would you wanna kill me? I’m your only hope. ’ ’ Why would you wanna kill me? ’ ’ There ain’t no bullets in this thing. It’s all fucking mind power. ’ ’ I think I can still smell your wife’s pussy stink on my gun… ’ ’ Where the hell you goin’? Damn it. ’ ’ I feel contrite about blowin’ his brains out. ’ ’ Sir, you think we’re gonna die here today? ’ ’ You had to come all fuckin’ big stick, walkin’ tall, like a big fuckin’ hero. ’ ’ Look at you now, hero, you’re gonna fuckin’ bleed to death! ’ ’ Meow, meow, here pussycat. ’ ’ You gonna take me back to your room and play with me? ’ ’ Will you just keep your head in the business at hand here! ’ ’ Are you staring at my sister and thinking bad thoughts? ’ ’ Woo hoo! I feel like we’re all really getting to know each other now! ’ ’ Everyone loves me. Don’t you pretend you don’t fancy me. ’ ’ Does she like it when you puke? I mean is that part of your deal? ’ ’ Well there ain’t no what, that’s the end of the road. ’ ’ Killing sounds so permanent. ’ ’ It don’t scare me none and it don’t suddenly make you a fucking hero. ’ ’ I want lightning to come and crash down upon my fucking head! ’ ’ You could go piss yourself for all I care. ’ ’ If you want special favors you gotta give me something in return. ’ ’ I tried to walk the line but now I realize there is no line. ’ ’ Maybe he had a divine moment when his brains hit the floor. ’ ’ I want you to see what happens to heroes… ’ ’ I can’t fucking wait! You want it? Here it is, come and get it. ’ ’ I want them alive long enough so I can piss in their faces. ’ ’ Oh man! I could hear that bone shatter all the way from back here! ’ ’ Looks like you’re not getting off that easy. Huh, bitch? ’ ’ I bet you scare lots of folks, don’t ya? ’ ’ You want a piece of this motherfucker? You want a piece of this? ’ ’ What’s that I smell? I smell rabbit! ’ ’ You bring us all the way out here and this prick pulls a gun on us? ’ ’ Why don’t you get back on your fucking horse and ride. ’ ’ Next time, we go someplace else. ’

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would u believe me if i said i haven’t been around bc of the 1.16 minecraft update?

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hi im alive, just working a lot, forever

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@streamsayso​ gets a starter for Heather bc I said so.

      Returning to Derry was never something he wanted and though such was a gnawing thought, he cannot recall why----something just told him to stay away but when Heather had made the request so that she could see her brother Richard, he reluctantly said yes. It’d just be for a week, that’s what he had told himself as they made the drive there from New York. Nerves begin setting in as they enter the small town, his aged hues overlooking the sights that seemed familiar and yet so distant. There’s a sigh, his gaze drifting back to the road as they get closer and closer to Heather’s childhood home and once the car is parked in the driveway he turns the car off and looks to her.

      “---I'll get the bags if you can unlock the doors and open a few windows. . .what room should I put the suitcases in?” The key is pulled from the ignition before he opens the driver side door so that he can step out of the car. He’d approach the back of the car, and open the trunk to retrieve their suitcases, once in hand he walks behind her as they approach the house. Part of him wishes he could visit his childhood home to remember something----anything but unfortunately a fire had swallowed the house one that he had started when he was a teenage, but he doesn’t remember that key detail.  “At some point I should probably visit the cemetery, course you don’t have to go if you don’t want to---do you think I should go see Henry?.” 

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      “----Henry?” Spoken with a subtle smile as he finally moves to take a seat on the arm of the rust colored leather sofa, one hand fishing for a pack of smokes in his pocket. The lanky brunette moves to take a cigarette from the pack before placing it between his lips. He’d light it next, before tossing the lighter onto the table aside him as he considers the request. . .and strangely enough he finds himself okay with doing what IT demanded. Sure, he was one of the Bower’s gang but he only accepted Henry as the leader because he was unpredictable. It made things fun for him and for a long time that was enough to keep him occupied. . .but things now were about survival and if Henry had to die so he could live, it was a choice easily made. . .truth be told he’d lead all of his ‘friends’ to IT because to him they simply weren’t his friends, he didn’t believe in such a thing and though such is the case for the male, his sea foam hues drift away, showing faux reluctance of such a demand and after ‘mulling’ it over for a few moments he decides to speak. 

      “I can do that.” It’d be so very easy, Henry wasn’t excatly the brightest---he was just the most aggressive openly and that’s all there was to it. “Where should I bring him?” Patrick’s eyes slowly drift back as the cigarette in hand is flicked casually into the ashtray. “I’ll need to give it time because if I seem eager he won’t trust me. I need to wait until his father snaps on him. That’d be the easiest way to get him to you but I suspect it won’t take very long, unless you want him NOW..” 

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     "----This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods---”         Lines I’ve heard that are raw as hell. // @itsdeadlights​

       Reality had managed to render the teenage boy silent, hands slowly forming into fists as they rest against his sides. Seafoam hues avoid the line-of-sight belonging to the clown across the room as the words echo in his head. Chapped lips pull slowly into a faint frown as he begins pacing, his eyes drifting to stare down the smoke-stained walls as he begins to flex his hands. One thing is clear to the lanky brunette male---survival. . .and the only reason he understands it and the fate laid out for him is because he begins to see the creature before him as the creator of his reality. The only other TRUE being and Patrick is well aware that victory is a fate he would never concur on his own. 

       “I suppose I am though, huh?” Finally, his gaze creeps back to meet the glowing yellow hues and though a smile threatens to split across his pale features, it doesn’t only because he continues to keep speaking. “It’s because of you that I am able to do whatever I want----right?” Bodily animation flourishes with a cant of his head, one step taken towards IT, “What’s so wrong with that?” A shrug, “I’m not. . .complaining. . .if anything, I’m offering to HELP you.” Now the smile comes one that showed no fear but an eagerness for his little games to continue. “It’d benefit you in some way I’m certain and the only thing I ask in return is to LIVE. . .I’ll bring you whoever you want, no questions asked.”

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House Of 1000 Corpses Directed by Rob Zombie (2003)

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triggering mentions ;   death, murder, horror, violence, blood, etc.                                    please change any pronouns to your own liking or as you see fit !

❝ Grab anything that might make a good weapon. ❞

❝ Lets bow our heads. ❞

❝ Oh my god, what is happening to us? ❞

❝ I don’t see anyone. Do you see anyone? ❞

❝ Whoa wait, don’t do that! You don’t want your DNA in here man! ❞

❝ I’ll clean it up later. Just like the rest of this fucking mess! ❞

❝ Excuse me? You say that like it’s my fault. ❞

❝ You never want to do anything interesting any more. ❞

❝ I don’t think that’s a fair criticism. ❞

❝ Fuck me next to your dead mom then. ❞

❝ You seem to have a handle on it. ❞

❝ I knew you were into some sketchy shit! ❞

❝ This wasn’t a random attack! Our family’s being targeted. ❞

❝ Why would anybody do this? ❞

❝ I wanna meet your family. ❞

❝ You know what’s going on? ❞

❝ I knew you guys served together but I didn’t know you were related though. ❞

❝ Man she really fucked him up good huh? ❞

❝ Listen, just so we’re perfectly clear, I just had to kill my own brother. ❞

❝ Thanks for your help by the way. ❞

❝ Why the fuck not? ❞

❝ I stuck a blender in his head and killed him. ❞

❝ And, thanks to mum and dad. For having us all here together. ❞

❝ Whoa wait, don’t do that! ❞

❝ You were supposed to do that! ❞

❝ For all the good you guys did in here you could have stayed outside with your fucking crossbows! ❞

❝ I had to stab my brother! More than once! You were supposed to do that! ❞

❝ That’s my brother, laying dead right there. And unlike you, I liked my brother. ❞

❝ Look… I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. ❞

❝ You could have stayed outside with your fucking crossbows! ❞

❝ This wasn’t a random attack! ❞

❝ It’s our pleasure. ❞

❝ It’s kind of hard to tell. ❞

❝ Who says I’m judging you? ❞

❝ I’m not putting up with it anymore. ❞

❝ You are so jealous of me. ❞

❝ You know what, I’m glad this is coming out. ❞

❝ Can you get a handle on these boys? ❞

❝ What the fuck is that? ❞

❝ What can you not believe? Go ahead and tell me. ❞

❝ Get down! Get down! Get down! Stay away from the windows! ❞

❝ We’re all gonna die! ❞

❝ I don’t have a signal. Does anybody have a signal? ❞

❝ I had a signal today. I was able to use the phone today. ❞

❝ Why are you calling me a low life? I’m just tring to help the situation. ❞

❝ What you just said. What was that? ❞

❝ Is there something else you wanted to say to me? ❞

❝ Somebody should make a run for the car. ❞

❝ No, no, no! We can’t go out there! ❞

❝ Come on, it’s the only way. ❞

❝ Whoever’s the fastest runner, who is that? ❞

❝ I got this fucking arrow in my back! ❞

❝ Nobody needs to run, we need to all stay inside. ❞

❝ I can’t believe you’re in on this. ❞

❝ How were we supposed to know you were really good at killing people? ❞

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Im working on new tags. If you wanna plot hop into my dm’s or add me on discord: Trashcan’t#6661. Mutuals only and lmk your URL. Thanks!

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             "You’re a coward. You always were.”         Lines I’ve heard that are raw as hell. // @ancientdeadlight​

      It’s not real-----it can’t be. . .no, it was just another illusion, something he willed into existence, that’s the ONLY logical reason IT can be here, standing front and center and though his subconscious desperately pleas in the form of goosebumps across his arms, he stands his ground, an expression of disinterest on his visage through his seafoam hues find themselves blinking a few times so that he can be sure that this thing was actually there---it had been some time since he had slept, after all, maybe it was a hallucination? 

      “I’ve never been a coward----cowards are the only ones who are complacent in Derry.” He speaks back, using proper grammar, taking care to present the stonefaced monster that hid behind a giddy mask. “Fear doesn’t rule me because I am real----nothing else is, not even you.” While others panicked on meeting the strange clown, Patrick doesn’t and it proves how sick mentally the brunette had been. His warped outlook on life was something cemented in his skull and the effects of IT’s control over Derry secured the thought fully as a littered can in the junkyard is kicked towards the clown. “If this is some kinda prank, i’ll have ya know I’m not laughing cause it’s not funny....Ain’t that what clowns are supposed ta do? Make people laugh?”

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              "Well, well, look what the trash dragged back in.”       Lines I’ve heard that are raw as hell. // @shotbled​

      A real spitfire---he never liked her very much. . .she seemed to differ from others, and had this. . .air about her, something that made him nearly on edge anytime he encountered her alone. . .she seemed to be quite a rebel at heart, and he had personally taken it upon himself to make her school-life a living nightmare just so he could indulge in the sight of the other’s bullying her. . .And truthfully it had lost his interest only a few days after the occurrence. . .but now he is standing idle on a bridge, hands tucked into his pockets, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips as stops in front of her. He hadn’t even noticed it had been Beverly at first on account of being lost in his thoughts after walking back home from Henry’s house, but as he looks up to acknowledge the voice his brows pull slightly, a huff of amusement escaping his lips as he lifts a hand from his pocket so that he can remove the cigarette tucked between his lips.

      “Yer one to talk.” A quick retort as seafoam hues drift to the river beneath the bridge, “Ya should get lost before something happens ta ya.” Was it a bluff? Or a promise? Truth be told he wasn’t even sure himself. . .he had been tired, exhausted by the shitshow that occurred at the Bower’s Farm. . .He just wanted to get home so he could lock himself up for the night. . .and the fact she was there, in his way. . .it’s enough for teeth to press tightly together as the cigarette is flicked from his hands towards the river. “Just get the hell out of my way.” Spoken with annoyance as he takes a few steps towards her but she doesn’t move and it causes him to cease his stride, a heavy breath escaping his nostrils. 

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Patrick Hockstetter Aesthetic Board 002 / ???

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      The quip is enough to cause an airy breath to escape his parted lips, his spine bending slowly so his seafoam hues finally meet Heather’s own, and he’s close, perhaps a bit too close for comfort of the blonde female...perhaps enough that she’d be able to feel his warm breath roll across her features. “No one is more me than me----guess yer a little smarter than I thought.” A snicker as he snaps back to his full height, the sarcasm obvious by the way he rests his hands on his thin hips. Weight is shifted to one of his legs as a brow slowly perks. “That’s sarcasm cause yer a little DENSE---ya know, everyone says it----DUMB BLONDE.” Amusement is present as he stares down at her. 

      “Why----is that what gets yer panties wet, Tozier?”  The tone is mocking, his eyelids relaxing before his eyes drift away slowly, only to snap back to Heather. “----What if I was, huh? Ya think ya’d be able ta stop me? I mean. . Henry’s pops is the only person ya could run ta and tha bastard is a drunk asshole. He wouldn’t do a damn thing. . .and what about yer parents, huh?” Lips pull further into a sadistic grin, “I bet if I really wanted too, I’d be able to cut yer body up in’ta little tiny pieces. Maybe feed ‘em to tha pigs at a local farm, it doesn’t take that long, after all it’s not like they’d look for ya anyway, I’d have plenty of times. Heard cops aren’t really investigating the disappearances because it’s happening so much, they can’t keep up.” A hand slowly moves towards her, “But. . .I’m not completely heartless Heather. . .I’ll let you get a head start of let’s say. . .TEN seconds, starting-----now.” 

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Nice to see an active Bowers Gang Rper, from what I could see so far top quality content. Hope we can write soon 💕(also thanks for the follow in that regard)

yes hi henlo----ty for the sweet comment uwu!!

and yes ofc we can do some stuffs !! And you are most welcome!!

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           "Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard.”      Lines I’ve heard that are raw as hell. // @kaspbraakspeaking​

       “That’s a hard pass----I think I’d rather ya do a little somethin’ for me.” A hand is revealed to show off a green pencil case, “Ya see. . .teacher’s been sayin’ I’m lacking in the numbers department so I think the two of us should practice together.” The lanky brunette’s free hand moves slowly to open the pencil case, a sight revealed quickly to the smaller male-----and inside would be an array of flies that had been smashed with a ruler in class, some old, some new, and such a sight is only offered for a minute before a hand moves to grab the front of the younger males shirt, enough to create an opening for him to dump the dead flies down Eddie’s shirt. The hand holding the shirt open would only move to smash the insect carcasses against the hypochondriac’s torso, a sick smile pulling on the taller brunette’s visage.