❝ if there’s one good thing about all of this, it’s not having to worry about college anymore. ❞ or reggie mantle. better yet, the blossoms. of course — these things cross his mind. they plague it, even. one of the first mistakes he made in the good place was asking michael how he died — which led to him remembering the attack, & in turn remembering that the attacker very well could still be out there. BUT COLLEGE. that was obviously the bigger thing on his plate. he scratches his head at the thought. 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.
@inhibites··· for 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 !
❛ tell me about it . ❜ all too easy to forget the constraints of morality when you’re beyond it , even easier to forget the way they feel like chains wrapped tight around the neck ! eddie’s almost glad he died . better than finishing some bullshit assignment for a degree he isn’t sure he wanted to do . ❛ not to , like , sound grateful for anythin’ , but . . . thank god for dyin’ . ❜ ( alex trebek , can i please have : strangest sentence muttered to a stranger ever , for 300 points ? )
girl carries the box INTO / OUT OF the car , it filled with contents from shopping around town ; davina figures it’s better to make this house homey at the very least . ❛ — i just … ❜ the box WOBBLES as she walks , the large object covering half of her face before she chooses to put it down for a moment , huff leaving pretty lips as she places a hand on her waist . ❛ this place is GREAT and all , literally gorgeous - and normally i’d love to be right next to the lake but - ❜ the small witch will shake her head , loose strands of hair falling to frame her face . ❛ i recognize SOME of the faces around , here . and i’m not all too fond of them , considering all the times they’ve tried to kill me , so – not to thrilled about THAT . anyways , you got any dead friends here ? ❜ perhaps she’s a bit peppy for a dead person . but like , she’s used to this . so .
finds himself speechless / strange oddity in an uncomfortably verbal lifestyle , so he’ll take comfort in quiet repose whilst she chatters . doesn’t quite know how he got roped into helping with an oversized box balanced on a bony hip , but it’s better than wallowing ! ❛ no dead friends . probably for the best , but , like --- - i miss them , y’know ? i don’t want ‘em dead , but i miss ‘em . pains in the ass . ❜ and if there’s a strained choke in last syllables , he’s hoping she doesn’t notice ; soursweet tang of eddie’s own emotionality makes him queasy , even in the afterlife . ❛ wait --- - how many people , exactly , have tried to kill you ? because i’m up to two if you count a big ol’ space clown and just that feels like utter shirt . ❜
❛ i believe my friend andrew would say the same . ❜ renee’s already warm smile manages to brighten at the mention of andrew’s name . as much as she’s glad that andrew and the rest of her team remains alive and well , she does miss them dearly . ❛ as would mine . are your friends here with you , as well ? ❜
chews at the shape of a bitten brim , quirked downward when he considers his friends’ fates ; doesn’t know whether they’re alive or dead ! never quite expected to be the first of the gang to die , but he supposes it’s not the worst : at least he doesn’t have to suffer the kind of ache that he knows would be associated with the passing of one of the losers’ club . he won’t entertain that kind of bone - marrow hurt . ❛ i don’t think so . probably for the best , right ? they’re better off alive than , uh , y’know . dead . ❜
THERE’S small smile gracing her features : golden tone floating on her words , looks towards the other with nothing but kindness — mind not the undercurrent of jade eyes flickering ‘pon countenance , as if scalpel opening them , trying to see how they tick . “ i dunno . the idea of a soulmate is just … really … exhilarating , you know ? it’s the great romance people always seem to want in their lives — and now … we get to have it forever ! it’s like something i would write about as a kid ! “ a pause . “ wonder how they … figure out who belongs to who … “
it is a double - edged sword that she wields . keenly aware of something not quite as guileless in a gaze / will not submit to being her butterfly , peeled apart and entrails plucked ! brains will not unspool in cursory descant , not right now ! ❛ who knows ? probably some weird test they did once we , y’know . . . ❜ mimes a crude , childlike gesture : slip of a tongue lays limp in the corner of mouth , arms cross over ( tender ) chest and choking gasp rattles the throat ! ❛ s’all weird . ❜
@gplacestart: ‘ i just - ’ and she knows she’s not supposed to be able to get a HEADACHE in the good place , but clearly isn’t just another sign of her not belonging here , and the strawberry blonde rubs at her temples for a moment . ‘ i’m grateful to be here , don’t get me wrong . ’ her soulmate isn’t him , though , and that’s just one of the many things bothering hope mikaelson . ‘ it doesn’t make sense ! a dream with the dark-kermit-meme version of myself against my true self , or whatever , shouldn’t have killed me . ’
❛ i mean , you got the better end of the stick , don’t get me wrong . ❜ psychosomatic pang in his chest is a painful reminder --- - ( won’t mention his untimely demise / is it the mere gripe of acknowledging his fate , or is it the shame in last words ? ) absentmindedly , he’ll pat at it & refocus attention back onto the figure having an apparent breakdown before him . ❛ but , like , i get it , y’know ? it shouldn’t have ended like this . it’s weird . ❜
“ have you noticed it’s impossible to swear here ? ” renee muses lightly, as the colorful ends of her hair rustle from the breeze. there are many curiosities about her new home, though the lack of swear words is hardly the strangest one. the latter ones, she’s choosing to keep to herself for the time being. “ i don’t believe any of my teammates could survive being this polite. ”
❛ forkin’ bullshirt , if you ask me . ❜ trust eddie to make no mistake of his frustration ! grimace pulls at the corners of mouth ; offers a brief shake of the head , but the latter of her comments elicits a brusque huff of a snort . ❛ my friends would be dyin’ . if , y’know , they weren’t already dead . kinda the point of whatever this is . ❜
❛ i’m not making a wish on that fuckin’ thing . ❜ ── originating from stephen king’s it , based on both the novel and the film series dir. andy muschietti . as currently annoyed by plum .
layer one , dossier .
full name : edward arthur kaspbrak .
nicknames and aliases :
eddie . ( communal nickname . )
eds . ( don’t call him that . )
any of the plethora of nicknames lovingly bestowed by richie and the rest of the losers .
age : twenty - three .
date of birth : november third , 1997 .
date of death : he can’t remember , and he doesn’t care .
cause of death : speared through the chest by spider pennywise’s giant fucking pincer . died of shock and blood loss .
zodiac : scorpio .
gender : cis male , he/him pronouns .
sexuality : bisexual .
occupation : not quite sure . trying to figure out the whole being dead thing first .
layer two , history .
( tw : parental neglect and abuse , clowns , descriptions of violence , underage drinking , lots of death , my godawful purple prose which i would like to issue a formal apology for right here . )
it’s strange , to think that once upon a time you nearly had it all . nearly had a nuclear family / a warm , safe environment to grow up in , two loving parents who adored you ( within reason ) ! it’s the way you’d like to imagine your earliest years , all rose - coloured and bright and beautiful , but it’s not the truth . your mother holds an iron grip on your father , same way she’ll one day have the same hold on you --- - control smothered under the guise of sacchariferous love , a deleterious need to dominate the lives of the ones you’re meant to love . when your father dies , that vociferous attention is paid to you and darling boy , you deserve better .
myra is a force to be reckoned with , and you’re too young to know exactly what she’s doing / when they say she’s clever as the devil they mean it ! equal parts a hypochondriac and a megalomaniac , it starts with a vitamin with your morning glass of water when you’re six and it snowballs . it’s a regular prescription for something you can’t pronounce ( and truthfully , she can’t pronounce it either ) ; all an insolent ploy , because it’s better if you think you’re sick than to actually be sick ! she pours the concept of your fragility down your throat to the point where you embody it , you believe it with your entire existence . you are fragile , you are sick , you are not like the other boys , you just aren’t !
school is hardly a worthwhile experience . scrawny , rattling chest and thin and simultaneously timid and rabid ; shy until provoked and then something snaps , something unfurls and that mouth is running a mile a minute until you get it kicked in for you . you learn to patch yourself up , to carefully conceal fresh wounds and stem any bleeding . ( it plants the very first seed of doubt in your mind though : if you were as sick as momma tells you , why does running come so naturally ? why does your heart pump so loudly , so wonderfully ? why does an unhinged kind of joy blossom in your chest when you’re hurling an insult at henry bowers ? ) you are a loser , an outcast , but you’re not the only one . a slow friendship begins to build with the other loser down the road , bill denbrough . the stuttering wreck and the walking pharmacy ( make us detectives ! make us solve crimes ! ) , a strange pair but a loyal pair . slowly , your circle grows : stan uris . richie tozier . through a later series of unfortunate events , ben hanscom , beverly marsh , mike hanlon . together , you form the losers’ club , and for the first time in your life you feel normal .
naturally , though , that lasts about ten seconds . derry , maine has a strange history with disappearing children ( much speculation but no evidence ) , and your childhood is not spared of the tragedy of a spout of missing kids . bill’s brother , georgie denbrough , kicks off an epidemic and a determined search that ends in something insidious . your summer takes the most horrifying turn imaginable when your ragtag band of misfits finds out that it’s an intergalactic space demon killing kids , and that it’s been lingering for centuries and it’s hungry again . pennywise the dancing clown , bob grey , fuck the name it goes under : you have felt its hellish - hot , steaming breath on your cheeks , felt its gloved mitt clutching at your face , stared into its drooling jowls and screamed into the abyss ! you break your arm in the process of your first fight with it , and your mother is furious --- - and on some level , so are you . your summer is wasted , deftly shat upon by a motherfucking clown ! your rage is something fierce , internalised until it bursts through . you don’t mean to , but you scream at your mother , you tell her exactly what you think of her fucking gazebos , and you ride out ( awkwardly , stiffly , cradling a casted arm ) to join your friends , because you had to come when they called . losers forever , baby , that’s just what happens .
you win . it’s not what any of you are expecting , but you force it back down into the depths of wherever the fuck it came from , and you scream with joy when it’s all over . beverly steals a bottle of her dad’s whisky ( likely to calm her own nerves after being caught in its deadlights ) and you all drink until you’re comfortably numb and tingly . it’s the first time you’re ever drunk --- - such a tender age to be so , but you’re covered in sewer water and grit and blood and shit , and your mother just about has a heart attack when you stumble through the door but you don’t care .
your teenage years bring rebellion , as they always do . myra’s attempts at control get worse , but you are weary and jaded / you will not be your father , obedient and meek . you learn to drive , against her screaming will ; you get a job , buy a shitty car , ignore her pleas that it’s not roadworthy eddie please don’t drive that you’re going to die eddie please you’re scaring your mommy eddie please eddie eddie eddie ! you move out after a particularly vicious fight : she sees the fire and the fury and the steel in your eyes and gives up . you feel guilty for months , but you cannot regret your decision . you graduate high school hungover , giggling like mad when stan trips over the stage and holding back a guffaw when beverly has to leave to throw up . you are the happiest you’ve ever been , wild in your freedom and unruly and uncouth ! the fragility grown like ivy around your heart is sheared / and you still cling to things like your germaphobia but you know you’re not flimsy anymore . you can take it , and you do .
and then he died at 23 bc pennywise is a c*nt thank you goodnight
