follow your own path, wherever that takes you

stephen king multimuse, follow backs from kaspbraakspeaking

[ofmaine]

@consumefear

There was always something about Derry that tugged at her for the past thirty years or so. Always something in the back of her mind nagging at her, as if it were extremely important. It had come up when she met Wentworth, and when Richie was born, but it had never truly settled back into her mind.

Lately it had been screaming at her to realize. It was as if Marge was lost in her own mind everyday.

She was cutting through the small alley off of Main Street, behind the butcher shop as errands were running through her head. There were so many things she needed to get done, so she was grateful that Richie was off with his friends.

Her head whipped around as she was positive someone was walking nearby. Everyone knew everyone in town, and it was still broad daylight, so she just had to assume some kids were playing around with her. Kids always liked to fuck around with the adults in town. Typical.

[ofmaine]

@consumefear they skip over to their older sibling and drop a mauled rabbit at her feet. their tassels wag like happy dog tails. it wants her praise.

from echo for bernadette

"Wow!"

It took time for Bernadette - the name she'd chosen because it sounded like a pretty doll - to learn the things she needed to, but now the pennyling was becoming more and more what she was meant to be.

A rabbit was fine, but there was always better prey to be had. That didn't mean Echo didn't deserve their praise. Bernadette was there for her small family, until the end of time.

"How wonderful, little one. Is this your first bunny?" She picked it up, unfazed by the blood now staining her hands. "You did very well."

[hearsthephone]

Finn walked past, then doubled back and walked up to Oz. He'd avoided the place completely- the whole family was a dumpster fire- but without the other Bowers people, the property felt... sad. Lonely. Deflated.

He understood that kind of pain and grief, and maybe the remaining person was less insane than the others.

The teen stood in front of Oz and silently offered a cigarette.

[ofmaine]

It had never been easy being a Bowers son because your father tends to beat the shit out of you while also expecting the best of you. Oscar had been a complete prick, and his grandfather wasn't any better. A total asshole. Oz had some anger in him because of all of this, but he wanted to break the chain.

No, not that he was planning on having kids or anything, anyway.

Now he had to deal with the whole town muttering about him, and especially now with everything that had happened.

His eyes glanced up at the kid that had come back to stand in front of him, and before Oz had been about to slip into some rude comment, a cigarette was offered. Oz kept his words to himself, debating the offer, before he finally reached out for one.

"Got a light?" He knew what he really needed, and that was to get drunk, but he wasn't old enough to buy anything. He'd just have to raid his now dead father's stash soon. Definitely number one on the to-do list.

[ofmaine]

-slides 1989 maggie toward pennywise-

[ofmaine]

Guess who’s got a younger face claim now.

[rpmemegraveyard]

The 'yes or no' game.

Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.

[ofmaine]

@hearsthephone

Things had just been complete shit lately.

There was no way to explain how his brother had been acting lately -- much worse than usual, considering who their father was -- but then Henry went and murdered the man. There was really just no explanation.

Now Oz had dealing with his little brother's Juniper situation, and planning a funeral for Oscar. He wasn't much of an adult anyway, and especially right now, he felt like the world was crashing down on his shoulders.

Not much of smoker but hey, it felt appropriate. Oz sat on the steps of a building down on the main road of town, ignoring the stares he knew were on them.

[consumefear]

it sways were it stands, a playful act as if the wind had become too powerful. an overwhelming force that was threatening to blow it away. far, far away. its movements were exaggerated, cartoonish, but it looked up at her with a smile.

don't mind the lazy eye drifting off to the side, of course.

"hiya rebecca! it's so windy out here! do you mind if i come in- i got blown away from home!"

[ofmaine]

It didn't make sense to her why a clown was out in the backyard, and she tilted her head to the side. As if the simple action could explain things to her.

He looked like a normal clown, but there was something a little scary about him at the same time.

"My mommy is home," she said, her way of saying she would have to ask permission. "Where do you live?" The little girl hadn't even given a thought as to how the clown knew her name.

[ofmaine]

@consumefear

It seemed to be a strange sight when Rebecca looked out the window, but holding onto her favourite stuffed rabbit, the youngest Tozier had moved to the backyard.

"Hello?" she walked down the three steps that led into the backyard, and moved toward where she was positive she had seen the clown.

"Are you lost?" She didn't know there was a circus in town.

[ofmaine]

open !

Just when you thought it was safe in Derry...

Things probably could have been handled with a bit less mess, but Bernadette was just a baby, just a young creature, and most young creatures were driven by hunger.

Soft humming came from her as she twirled about, skipping around her now deceased prey. Blood stained down her chin and summer dress. She was happy now, having fed.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention, and she whipped toward the source. Eyes a deep amber, and her teeth now rows of razor sharp fangs, the young offspring was ready to defend herself.

[ofmaine]

naturally, feeling my IT muses, so like for a starter from one of them! let me know which, or i can just pick one.

mike hanlon stanley uris beverly marsh (1990) jessica denbrough (oc, bill's older sister) rebecca tozier (oc, richie's younger sister) maggie tozier (i'm willing to explore that this could very well be marge from the show) ben hanscom audra denbrough oz bowers (oc, henry's older brother) bernadette (oc, pennywise offspring)

[sewer-boat]

He tried to talk but only whimpers in response ", hurts" the boy whimpers.....as the wound was indeed bad "pl-please" he's so young.....so innocent he needed someone

[ofmaine]

There was certainly a wound there already, and Bernadette could smell every bit of this little boy. His heart was pumping, and the blood in the air was delightful. It seemed as if her Papa left her a little gift. There wasn't a lot of good options down below the town, and she usually didn't like to go out of the sewers without her parent, so this seemed like it had been delivered just for her.

She came even closer as she sniffed at the wound, curious about everything.

"Please?" she repeated, pulling back for a moment. It was a confusing word for her, and she had no idea what the boy meant by it.

[ofmaine]

i've seen people say/assume that marge is going to grow up to be richie's mother, and i kind of hope that's true. i already have maggie as a muse, and it was just hit so well if i was just gifted her young fc, and more history. hell yeah brother.

[ofmaine]

IT IS PREENING ITS CHILD RN.

bernadette is big daddy's girl. she purrs.

[consumefear]

[consumefear]

@ofmaine 🎈continued

for the longest time, it had assumed its spawn had all been culled. little lives stomped out by an courageous boot. a part of it wonders, mindlessly, how courageous it is to kill something that has not even begun to live?

it senses it- her - only when she has become strong enough, her lights bright enough for it to see her.

it wears its favorite face to greet her. all pale makeup and painted smiles, a red balloon pinched between a forefinger and thumb. it grins, but this expression holds no malice, no mocking.

it is soft. genuine.

it extends its arm and the balloon with it. an offering.

"my little one...how you've grown."

[ofmaine]

The child never ventured too far from the safety of the tunnels, of what felt like home, so words were never really something she had picked up on just yet. Still, hearing IT's voice allowed her features to brighten.

There was no fear as she stepped out from behind a wall, and instantly she moved forward to take the balloon. One hand took the string as the other moved up to tap the balloon, tiny laughter leaving her as it bounced back toward her.

Her gaze turned toward her parent, and her hand then moved to touch IT's face, the painted clown look not bothering her for even an instant.

IT felt safe, and the small creature only stepped forward to curl against the clown, all while clutching onto the balloon. She would certainly treasure her first gift.

[trashmouthrecords]

"There's no clown out there, dummy, you're probably just seeing a-- coat on a branch or something." Richie stammered, shaking his head and shoved his large glasses back up his nose. He looked up at his little sister, lingering by the door, the stuffed animal in her arms that had once been his, or so he'd been told, handed down to her like most his baby toys had been. He didn't mind it, they were baby toys and he was almost a teenager now.

He knew that none of that stuff was going to bring him any comfort in a thunderstorm anyway. Distraction did.

"Come up here," Richie moved his duvet aside, propping up another pillow. Behind his knees he had an open X-men comic book. He couldn't help but feel bad for Rebecca. She was just a little kid still scared of thunder and lightening.

A crack of thunder made Richie jump, the skies growing even darker.

[ofmaine]

Rebecca was almost positive she saw a clown, and she almost wanted to go to Richie's window and point down the direction to prove it but instead she just stood where she was. It seemed like her big brother didn't believe anything she said, so it wasn't anything new. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what a clown was doing out there in the rain.

She took the invitation next to her brother and walked toward him when the crack of thunder seemed to rock through the house. Richie had jumped, and Rebecca jumped as well before running the rest of the distance to jump into the bed.

"Why is it so loud?" she asked. Her hands moved up to cover her ears but kept her stuffed animal tucked in the crook of her arm, keeping it close.