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@killjoysnoisemoved
OKAY, my blog was returned to me by the stupid baka website so I'm officially over @killjoysnoise! I'm keeping stuff with established partners should they choose to follow me over, so definitely do that if you're still interested! If not, no hard feelings, and I wish you all a very happy 2026 <3
OKAY, my blog was returned to me by the stupid baka website so I'm officially over @killjoysnoise! I'm keeping stuff with established partners should they choose to follow me over, so definitely do that if you're still interested! If not, no hard feelings, and I wish you all a very happy 2026 <3
i think i'm broken (to Henry from Chrissy; @mxrvelouscreations
where it hurts. / @mxrvelouscreations
🕰️ ⸻⠀⠀EVEN BEFORE CHRISSY IS FINISHED, Henry is shaking his head.
❝ Don't say that, ❞ he utters, setting a hand hesitantly on her arm. ❝ You're not. This is all just… incredibly stressful. ❞
Guilt churns in his stomach like sour milk. If he could just gather himself for long enough, forget the fact that they're facing the brother he failed, maybe he'd be of more help. No matter how hard he tries, Henry finds that all of this unrest leads back to HIM. As much as he wants to heed his brother's voice in his head, the one telling him that none of this is his fault, that Doctor Brenner is the true evil, he just can't find it in him to believe it.
Not right now. Not when everything feels like an open wound. Not when Chrissy is standing here struggling in the wake of his faltering resolve.
❝ We'll get through this, ❞ he tells her, giving her arm a squeeze before he lets go, ❝ you and Eddie and I, we'll be alright. I just need to focus. ❞
"You’re too close for comfort." (another ask if thats okay but i had to send this from marge (aka richie's mom to pennywise) to your pennywise!)
tension one-liners. / @scvereignreigned
🎈 ⸻⠀⠀❝ FOR COMFORT, ❞ Pennywise barks with a laugh, hanging over her like an oncoming storm cloud. His features are distended and gangly; arms reaching the floor, legs bowed like a deer's, mouth split impossibly wide with his rows of teeth on threatening display. His face nears hers, artificial sweetness and rot rolling from it in cloying waves. ❝ I'm not trying to comfort you, Margie. GETS TO RUNNIN'. ❞
And this one is from @misfxrtunekitty
008. the back row of an empty movie theater .
Also for Pennywise
setting prompts. / @misfxrtunekitty
🎈 ⸻⠀⠀THE FILM RUNS LONG AND TIRESOME, and by the time the credits roll it's had enough of the theatre all together. How do humans enjoy things like this? Even in its current disguise, its ears ring; its nose is overwhelmed with the smell of sweets and sweat; the faux-velvet beneath it itches through the fabric of its pants. Nothing about this was pleasant.
This is hardly its usual hunting ground. Typically, it peruses the streets like most people do windows whilst shopping, lurking like an oncoming curse. Tonight though, it's trying something new. Something that requires more patience. A long game of sorts, one it's regretting as the lights return and the screen goes dim.
Still, he's in too deep to turn back now. He watched the entire thing for fuck's sake.
❝ Hey, ❞ it says, earning the girl's attention as she squirms her way out of the booth. It shows her a smile—one without razor teeth, white and straight and as human-looking as the rest of him. ❝ Feel free to tell me no but, do you mind if I walk you to your car? A young lady alone late at night doesn't sit right with me. ❞
My bad, fellas! I'm not here, this blog is officially moved, BUT I just remembered I have a few answered things in my drafts here, so I'm gonna release them right now and if the people they concern want to reply / interact with them, they can tag the new blog! Apologies for the possible confusion! I'm still very much over @killjoysnoise! I just didn't want these asks going to waste <3
OKAY, my blog was returned to me by the stupid baka website so I'm officially over @killjoysnoise! I'm keeping stuff with established partners should they choose to follow me over, so definitely do that if you're still interested! If not, no hard feelings, and I wish you all a very happy 2026 <3
I've decided that I'm gonna take the time to build up a carrd / doc / site ( haven't decided yet lol ) and if I don't have access to my remade account back to me by then,I'm just gonna go ahead and remake AGAIN because fuck tumblr lmao. Sooo, if you get a 'second' follow from me, it's because I got nuked
HEY, QUICK THING!
Go ahead and give this post a LIKE if you wanna be followed by the remade blog, IF I do in fact remake ( I'm still on the fence lol, don't mind me ). This isn't a definitive "if you don't interact with this post I won't follow" type of thing, I'll still be combing through followers and deciding who to bring over, but this just makes it easier for me to shoot down a list of people and hit the follow button quickly!
Nahhh, that's actually really pissed me off, what the hell 💀
What the FUCK they terminated my new account??? Bro???
HEY, QUICK THING!
Go ahead and give this post a LIKE if you wanna be followed by the remade blog, IF I do in fact remake ( I'm still on the fence lol, don't mind me ). This isn't a definitive "if you don't interact with this post I won't follow" type of thing, I'll still be combing through followers and deciding who to bring over, but this just makes it easier for me to shoot down a list of people and hit the follow button quickly!
Hi fellas! I'm gonna be working on the revamped blog today ( I'm in the graphic phase at the moment, so I'm locked the fuck in so I can get everything else done relatively quicky, as a lot of it's just about transferring info and whatnot ), so if I'm not around much then that's absolutely why! I'd like it done in time for the new year so I'm really busting my ass.
To anybody who wants to remain moots: I'll be keeping the majority of threads and asks for muses that're remaining ( which seems alright, given I have a lot for Pennywise and Niffty, so. Y'all are in the clear haha! ), so if you'd like to just pick up from where we left off then that's absolutely fine! I may drop a couple just for the sake of not immediately overwhelming my emptied drafts / inbox, but they'll be less plot-oriented and more silly / things done on a whim.
In any event, I'll gets to following all of ya when I get things more settled over there. I'm at the same url and everything, hence why this one's edited now, but I wanna at least have my pinned done before I start following people.
ANYWAYS, lmao, TLDR: I'm working on the new blog atm, so that's why I'm quiet. You can go ahead and follow the new blog if you like, but it's not necessary tbh as I'll be shooting down that long list of lovely people who liked my previous post once the pinned is up and functioning properly. This one's just for the eager beavers~
◞ ྀི◟𓏵 ׁ₍ꕤᐢ..ᐢ₎ . . ❝ Pen - ❞ But he was already TEARING away from any chance of her touching him again ; recoiling from her as though she were an INFECTION, glaring her down as though she were a gnat waiting to be squashed under heel. To be on the end of that DISDAIN was a knife to the heart, a sensation only worsened by the ACIDIC spiel he proceeded to unleash on her. Elara could only stand there in that hallway -- tears cascading in an ONSLAUGHT down her bruised, grimy cheeks ( unable to restrain her growing despair any further ).
HOW had it come to this? Mere months ago her heart had only seized with DISGUST at the very notion of encountering him ; now he was the cause of a pain she had NEVER experienced before, which only begged the question -- just how deeply had she allowed herself to fall if THIS was the agony she was experiencing?
Right now, it was like It was holding her beating heart in its palm -- with the power to CRUSH it at any given moment.
And with what was happening right now, she feared he would.
DELUSIONAL PESTS. A broken gasp in response was all she could emit when that familiar, clown face sneered down at her ; her hands now quivering at her sides ( oh, how she wished he hadn't let her go ). Her entire body was shaking, really, with how the temperature SANK to a level of ice - cold that was unnatural -- all of it permeating from the WRATH that coursed through him. Burning fury internally, a harsh, icy exterior meant to silence her.
❝ I-I thought - ❞ CHOKED breath in her attempt to speak and her gaze ( agonised, shocked ) flicked to the RAMPANT motions of those claws. ❝ I thought that...maybe... ❞
She tried to dismiss the stirring of DOUBT but how could she? WOULD he harm her, after everything?
When her attention moved back to him and how CLOSE he was -- snarling right into her face & in such proximity she could smell the flesh of the man he had TORN to pieces less than an hour ago. Plush lips parted to breathe a shaky sigh. ❝ I thought I was more to you. ❞ And THERE it was. ❝ Yes, I thought about living my life with you. Yes, I even dared to dream what it would...w-what it would be like to have you in - ❞ GOD, this was so hard. She was laying her very SOUL out before him whilst he shredded it with those talons. All by DESIGN? Well, if that was the case, then surely this was all KNOWN to him already. ❝ - i-in the way I've found myself wanting. I shouldn't but I do. ❞
Her smile, corners twitching, was PAIN - FILLED.
❝ I started to believe that I w-wasn't just...meat..to you, that I mattered. I started seeing beyond the monster, the GOD, and just - I - Fuck, I just wanted you. It doesn't matter, though, does it? You're never going to accept it. ❞ OR HER.
🎈 ⸻⠀⠀IT STARTS AS DISCOMFORT, a foreign twinge of something in his gut as he watches the tears roll down her face. He should be delighted. He should want to lean in closer, take a large obnoxious sniff and drink in the scent of her agony, but he doesn't.
The feeling blooms without permission. That uncomfortable twisting sensation deep inside of him becomes a dull ache, then a gradually searing welt across the spot where he swears a conscience doesn't sit. For the first time in eons, Pennywise feels as if he's been STRUCK by something that actually has the power to hurt him.
He made her cry. He made her cry and he feels like shit. And in feeling like shit, the rage in him is renewed once more.
Teeth are bared with a seethe, though the typical drool that accompanies a beast about to feed is nowhere in sight. It's as if he's trying to will it, awaiting the slick between needled teeth like a woman unenthusiastic about sex. When it doesn't come, it registers as failure.
A unique kind of SELF-LOATHING fills him, the snarl lodged deep in his throat becoming a committed growl, then a wordless YELL of frustration. He backs away from her before promptly vanishing, and when he returns seconds later it's with wild hair and splinters in his claws. In the time it took him to come back, he levelled a path through the dense woods of Derry.
❝YOU. ❞ It's a heaved expulsion, spat like poison, chest rising and falling as if he has blood pumping through him just the same as her. ❝ You've DONE SOMETHING to me, you've— ❞ He takes a moment to sniff the air, attempting to lock in on something he's convinced is there. ❝ Did he send you? ❞
His counterpart. The brother still floating out there somewhere in deep space. That stupid fucking turtle with its infinite light and innate good—is Elara a byproduct of his will? Is that why he feels so disgustingly different around her? Why he can't operate as intended?
A large fist connects with the wall beside her head, plaster cracking, dust rising, his tall body looming over her as he leans in close once more. In a dangerously quiet murmur:
❝ Is that what this is? Is that why I can't kill you, even when I'm sure I want to? Why I— ❞ Want you. ❝ Answer me. ❞
◞ ྀི◟𓏵 ׁ₍ꕤᐢ..ᐢ₎ . . LIAR.... A LIAR. He was a goddamned L I A R. The word was SCREAMING in her mind, reverberating through it and she was shaking her head before he even finished speaking ; there was no way in HELL she was going to let him spout that sort of evasive BULLSHIT at her. ❝ No, you would have. I know you would have. There's no way you wouldn't have rescued me. ❞ And that KNOWING was sure to rouse Its ever present ANGER ; for it detested any hint of WEAKNESS with regard to himself. It was something that had become obvious to her in the time she had known him -- this need to appear ABOVE all those he deemed beneath him, it was something he craved with an absolution in a way an addict craved their next fix.
❝ I don't believe you. ❞ The slam of her door boomed throughout her home and Elara spun back around to face him upon ensuring their privacy ; blood - splattered hair messily framing her face, BETRAYAL so easily detected on her face. In spite of her own words, her heart still ached at the CALLOUSNESS that oozed from him ; this cool facade he was projecting as a means of HURTING her, she could feel it in her bones. ❝ There's no way in hell you would have let me die, Pen. You're lying and you wanna know how I know that? ❞
'Twas then that she brandished their still - joined hands like a WEAPON ; raising them right up so he could perceive the way their fingers interlocked, a perfectly molded puzzle, pieces MEANT to fit together.
❝ A flesh - eating being of cosmic proportions. ❞ A whispered hiss through gritted teeth, tears pricking her eyes anew. ❝ An entity I apparently can't comprehend...and it held my hand while it walked me home - after saving me from a violent attack. ❞ Elara tilted her head then and a spark of DESPERATION flashed in her gaze as it roved over that handsome visage he wore ( having not yet donned Its other, preferred form ).
He had to take those words back, he didn't MEAN them. HE DIDN'T.
❝ You're really trying to pretend that you would have let that happen another day? I know you look down on humans, Pennywise, but please don't think I'm a goddamn idiot. ❞
A pause. Heartbeat POUNDING in her ears and she awaited the inevitable OUTBURST following her next words.
❝ You care about me and even now...you're so fucking furious...you wish you could rip that man apart all over again. ❞
🎈 ⸻⠀⠀❝ Stop talking… ❞
Reality confronts it like an oncoming tsunami, fast and blinding in a way that infuriates it. Pennywise is used to seeing everything all at once, all the time. There can't BE an instance in which he doesn't know what's coming, and by extension, an instance where he DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
Yet here he stands, caught in a spotlight he doesn't want any part of, his fingers still interlocked with the very source of his confusion.
❝ Stop. Talking. ❞ He lets her go as if burned, repelled by his own weakness, glaring at her as if it'll right the wrong he's allowed. Somehow, a mortal has slipped through the cracks. For all of its evil, it wasn't able to fulfil its purpose—and that's another thing, isn't it? Since when did he start categorising himself as a "he" and not an "it"?
You care. You care. You care. You've been touched by something unforeseen.
❝ ENOUGH. ❞ The word is loud and layered, splintering the space between them like a nail through plywood. The very air shakes. The veil between worlds creaks. Its body twists and morphs disturbingly quickly, the pretty visage of Bob melting into white paint and frills; painted red lips forming a menacing snarl as it stands tall and imposing. ❝ I'm a GOD. I EAT WORLDS. I don't frolic with DELUSIONAL PESTS. ❞
Harsh. Ice-cold. And technically true—just not for her. It enrages Pennywise to know that no matter how much vitriol he throws in her face, she'll still be the exception to the rule. He can't even figure out how she wormed her way into such a position, and that makes him even angrier.
It stalks towards her, crowding her, the temperature he's emitting all but SUB-ZERO. Hands form gnarled claws as it gestures wildly.
❝ What do you THINK will come out of this little conversation, hm? You think I'm a pet? You think you can chain me to your human ideals and live a happy little life with me by your side? I'm BEYOND you! I ALWAYS WILL BE! You have no idea what you're meddling with! If I filled your head with fantasy, it was all by design. ❞ It leans closer still, face near as he snarls at her. ❝ You. Are. MEAT. That is the natural way. The way it will always be. Do NOT mistake me for fickle. ❞
HEY, QUICK THING!
Go ahead and give this post a LIKE if you wanna be followed by the remade blog, IF I do in fact remake ( I'm still on the fence lol, don't mind me ). This isn't a definitive "if you don't interact with this post I won't follow" type of thing, I'll still be combing through followers and deciding who to bring over, but this just makes it easier for me to shoot down a list of people and hit the follow button quickly!
sometimes feel like you dont really wanna write with me
That's a bit of a bizarre thing to say on anon, sorry. Like, I don't know who's saying this so I can't identify what measures I've taken to try and interact with you, or if I've lost a thread or what. If you really feel some type of way, you're welcome to come to my dms and we can talk it out.
I try my best to make myself "equal opportunity", but the truth is that I gravitate towards people who make effort with me just as I do them. Which, because you're on anon, I can't say whether I did or not.
I'm sorry you got this impression from me, but I don't follow for follow. If I follow you, no matter how slow I may be with OOC replies sometimes, I want to write with you. I don't really know what else to say without some form of identification.
