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Love Begins

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Product Placement
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art

shark vs the universe
One Nice Bug Per Day
trying on a metaphor

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Xuebing Du
KIROKAZE
taylor price

Janaina Medeiros
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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blake kathryn

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@pennywisethot
If I accidentally liked your post stalking tags no I didn't
Just a PSA to all the accounts suddenly following me: this was not a casual IT/Stephen King stan account I wanted Pennywise to aggressively bend me over while ripping my sternum out
What would you do?
Pennywise x reader imagine. This was originally going to be short (I’m talkin’ like two paragraphs maybbbeee three) but it turned into a sorta ficlet/imagine hybrid. No smut. Pretty tame blood and gore.
Imagine you’re walking home on a winter night. Snow is falling soft and silent. There are no people in sight. You hear no animals in the woods adjacent to the sidewalk. The only sign of recent life is one other set of foot prints on the ground. They are somewhat small compared to yours; a teenager walking to the library a couple miles ahead? Just an assumption.
Suddenly something catches your eye up ahead. Under the harsh, yellow glow of the street light a trail of blood burns into the snow. It starts in the middle of the sidewalk and continues to the right, leading into the hushed forest. You hesitantly approach closer, fearing that you’re looking at the result of an animal attack.
To your horror you see that the foot prints you’d been walking alongside stopped right there. But there was another, different set of foot prints leading up to the blood coming from the opposite direction. They were definitely not animal foot prints and they were huge. You notice the snow is disrupted, showing signs of a brief struggle. This didn’t look like an animal attack- it looks like an assault or, even worse, a murder.
You turn and look around frantically. There are still no cars or other people. Your hands tremble as you pull at your coat pocket searching for your phone. After pulling it out you start smashing at the power button. To your misfortune it’s dead. “What the fuck?!” you hiss under your breath. This has to be a really bad cosmic joke.
Dread consumes you as your gaze once again follows the trail of blood into the forest. It was still glistening in the light, meaning that it was relatively fresh. You can’t just leave- what if whoever was attacked is still alive? The nearest house is still a ten minute walk away. There could be no time to find help. It’d be reckless to go in there, but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself any other way.
There was only two things- thanks to your paranoid and cautious mother- that comforted you in this moment. You pull a can of pepper spray and a taser out of your bag and grip them tightly in each hand. Your determination to give the victim justice pulls you slowly toward the forest like a magnet.
Twigs snap under each of your gentle steps. Light from the street gradually starts to fade the farther in you go. The only thing lighting your way is the moonlight that manages to break through the trees. Your hands start to cramp up, forcing you to relax your grip on your weapons. You try to calm yourself by taking slow, deep breaths. This is no time to be losing all composure.
A minute passes. The blood trail, from what you can tell at this point, has gotten thicker. As if the attacker had been dragging the victim into the woods as fast as possible up until this point and had slowed down, allowing for more blood to spill on the forest floor.
Weak screams mixed with wild, manic laughter pierce through the forest. The sources of those sounds couldn’t be more than one hundred feet away. The victim is alive! You quicken your pace to a slow jog and the sound of snow crunching under your feet is amplified. Before too long you see a clearing in the distance. Two figures are faintly illuminated by the moon light. One small in comparison to the other, which was inhumanly large.
You get closer and closer and you realize that the little figure is a teenage boy that couldn’t be any older than 20. One of his legs is bent at an unnatural angle; broken. His shirt was soaked in blood that had yet to dry. Facing away from you was that huge thing- it barely looked human- in an outfit covered in ruffles and bells. Dirt and the young boy’s blood stained every inch of the outfit that you were able to see. It looked like a clown straight out of a nightmare.
“You beings are so predictable,” growled the clown. The young boy turns toward you and his eyes widen, powerless pleas escaping his throat as he reaches an arm out for you. “You think I couldn’t smell you coming with all that fear and panic in your bones?” You drop your taser and pepper spray. It was talking to you. It turns to face you–
“You interrupted me before I was finished marinading my meal. But now that you’re here this little brat is just the appetizer,” it licked its lips and shot you a wide, gleeful grin. “What’s the matter? Clown got ya’ tongue? Ha ha ha ha!” his laughter dripped with cruelty.
What do you do?
Me singing loudly outside the sewer: WHEN the moon hits your eye like a big pizza p-
Pennywise, echoing from the depths: Shut the FUCK UP
Me: THAT'S AMOREEEE
You know that weird thing cats do when they sleep? Yeah.
You’ll float down here. We all float down here. Yes, we do!
Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti - Round and Round
Don't reblog posts and change the source to your own blog. That's just weird and pathetic.
Clingy Pennywise
Okay but imagine Pennywise feeling clingy and wrapping his huge ass body around you so you can’t leave the house for any reason.
You: Penny I NEED TO WORK
Penny: YOU CAN LIVE IN THE SEWER
You: PENNY!
Penny: HUMAN!
And you just fume in his arms even though you secretly love it :3
Ya know anti clownfuckers rarely used to message me at the height of my posting, probably because I'd either troll them or just be rational? We still gotta love it
The IT movie where everything is the same but Rolf from Edd, Ed, n Eddy pops out when Pennywise uses his deadlights on Beverly
when you got your own contributions to the fandom to work on but everyone is uploading more chapters of their fics or their artwork and you wanna support everyone
“you know Pennywise would actually rip your arm off, right?”
I hope Bill Skarsgård is safe and happy and knows how much he’s loved and appreciated and that his privacy is being respected and no one is sending him or his girlfriend hate and he’s well rested and stress-free and
Between Beast and Human
Pennywise x reader (18+). Pennywise is an absolute asshole. He’s manipulative, selfish, and cocky. The only way he’d ever bond with a human is if he thought they were of use to him. I’ve been wanting to explore more of that without fluff or relying on smut. There’s still little bits of smut but it’s mostly implied. Also violence and lots and lots of blood.
Dirt, blood, and leaves caked your hair as you suddenly found yourself face down on the forest floor. Just moments before you were sprinting, weaving in and out through the foliage you had become so familiar with. Pennywise had caught you; a swift swipe with one of his huge, clawed hands was all it took.
A deep wound on your shoulder had saturated the air with a sickening smell of copper. Spasms shot through the muscles on your back as you hopelessly tried to grip the tree roots in front of you. You could hear groans of disgust as Pennywise hovered over you for a moment.
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Not gonna lie the IT/clown fucker fandom was fun as shit a few years ago. Everyone was just unapologetically themselves.