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[belcvedcne-blog]

          the world is dead quiet now. not a word said or a sound made aside           from the rustling of the trees along the long trek home. the brunette’s           curls bounced off her shoulders while she walked, emerald hues            practically glowing in the moonlight. she was beyond the point of tired.           her feet screamed with each step and her body creaked in protest. but           home was far from work. her small frame was weighed down. cookies           in a tupperware bowl under one arm, a bag of food for herself in the            other. turning the curb, she hummed, picking up her step as she read           the street sign: neibolt st. sniffling softly, she shivered as a particularly            chilly gust of wind brushed her dark locks across her cheeks. the north           was so much colder than where she was originally from this time of            year, b u t, she wouldn’t allow the weather to detour her,... or the feeling           that she was being watched. no wonder the neighborhood kids hated           this street. jo let out a breath, finally at the gate.             snaking her way through, she glanced around to make sure nobody             was around as she climbed the steps to the house and crept inside.            as she stopped, it felt as if a ton of bricks collapsed down onto her            shoulders and she gave way under it’s weight. exhaustion sent the            woman sprawling on the floor, unconscious. 

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[ladykiillcr-blog]

      “ mom asked me, to ask you, if you’d fix the sink          in petunia’s bathroom. she said she’d do it but,          y’know, she’s got that job thing and all? “ 

                  kit tucked his hands into his pockets, looming over his                   father, who had been in bed practically all day, a grin                   on his face. he couldn’t really blame him for sleeping                   so much. kit always got tired if he went very long with                   no food. but mom had been sick and dad had stayed                   at her side. so there was obviously no time for him to                   hunt. and his appetite differed from kit’s own. “ she                    also left you root beer before she left? “

[derrys-demons]

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Something smells... off. Allsort's legs, which were sticking straight out as they balanced over the edge of a dumpster, pulled themselves in so that the creature could turn to grip the edge of the bin. Small fingers barely holding on and the top of their head peeking out ever so slightly, they surveyed the alley they were in. They hadn't felt like dealing with any humans at present, so they had decided to get their late-evening snack from the evening-lit alleyway littered with shards of broken glass and black widow's webs. They were sure that no one was going to bother them in here, so it was all the more jarring that they could smell anything other than the reek. However, something was off. They were very used to the smell of humans, even the smell of the far bigger ones that would occasionally accompany the small ones. They were even accustomed to the smell of animals they occasionally came in contact with, like rats, frogs and insects. This didn't smell of either of them. In fact... Smells like... me.

[ohvnger-blog]

     introducing a new verse with @dcadlites: there’s fucking two of them?! aka twinnywise

     hundreds of thousands of years ago existed the first guardians, protecting the towers and the paths between dimensions from those who did not belong. but one guardian in particular believed in a future where consumption replaced protection. outraged by his brother’s blasphemous words,  m a t u r i n   t h e   t u r t l e  emerged from his shell in an attempt to save his kin.

     he separated the reasoning of the mind from the needs of the body, but the two beings refused to be apart. they fled the macroverse and found earth, where they could feast without interruption.

     however, with their power split evenly between them, they were unable to become whole once more.

     so here they remain, two halves of a whole that will never be truly united.

     one, the creature’s morality, its   c   o   n   s   c   i   e   n   c   e   ,   guiding them through millennia after millennia and keeping them safe from human eyes. the other, the creature’s instinct, its   h   u   n   g   e   r   ,   devouring flesh and soul. it is pure fury, destroying any living creature in its path.

     but they are otherwise known as the dancing clowns.

[movedbetawitch]

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It’s a stormy night and her body hurts, hurts, hurts. The fight was accidentally - it was over as quickly as it had begun but the damage was dealt and Evelyn found herself fleeing out into the darkness of Derry, the rain freezing against her skin. It was better than being in that house right now though.  She couldn’t sleep out in the open though. Not enough known about this place for that to be safe. So she finds her feet leading her to the only place, the only person, she knows that won’t hurt her.  She knocks hard on the door of Perry’s home, her hair black against her skin, plastered there along with the thin clothing she wears. It’s cold, so cold, and she knows she’ll be sick this time next week if she doesn’t get warm soon. The door open, casts light on a redhead with a busted lip that cracks open into a smile. “Hey. Can I stay the night?”

[sawblood]

@dcadlites​ continued meme

            Her breath became faint as the blood poured from her throat, the slightest gash seeming to spread wide enough to allow most of her blood to fall from her body. Of course, she knew it wasn’t ALL as she was still conscious and able to see as Perry seemed to snap back to reality, seeing what he had just done to her. “It’s okay, you weren’t yourself. I don’t ... I don’t know what happened but I think I’m dying. I can’t stop the blood, you need to take me to  hospital or get help. I don’t want to die on the side of the street.” 

She didn’t want to die at all, that was the last thing she wanted but if it was her time there was nothing she could do about it. Things had been fine, everything had been going the way it should and then he snapped. Bev didn’t blame him, she knew that there was so much more going on in his mind but that was nothing she could concern herself with at this point in time. “Please just take me to the hospital ... stop looking so scared and take me now, m-m-maybe I won’t d-d-die.” Her words became scattered, the thought of surviving this seeming highly unlikely but she had always been a fighter and would remain that way until her final breath. 

[ladykiillcr-blog]

little and broken || the gray/st. john family: pennywise, jolene, petunia, & kit

[clownfearing-blog]

@dcadlites you’re blocked i’m the only person on here who doesn’t hate twilight