#deathsdesiign

[eslavida]

@deathsdesiign

     ‘ -- hey, did you miss me? ’

[trashmouthrichie]

@deathsdesiign

          This is not how Richie imagined he would die. Not even a teenager yet (  hell, he’s never even had his first kiss! ) and he’s lying on the ground, paralyzed, staring up at IT, whose blurred figure is just as terrifying without glasses perched on Richie’s nose. Drool dribbles from the monster’s mouth, coating its sharp, yellow teeth and gathering on its blackened lips before forming a long thread of thick saliva that falls closer to his unprotected face by the second. It reeks of death -- rotting flesh burning his nostrils with each pained breath. At least three of his ribs are broken, blood soaks his torn shirt and Richie is fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to run away if he tried. (And Eddie had laughed when his arm was broken. Laughed like an absolute madman, laughed as if the broken bone was the light tickle of a fucking feather.) 

          The world is growing darker and, god, this motherfucking clown is going to be the last thing Richie ever sees; yellow eyes burn holes in his own, evil shining with an unnatural light. Beep beep, Richie. The monster’s words echo through his mind like daggers, slicing away each coherent thought that attempts to surface. He’s going to fucking die and Derry is going to forget him. His teachers, his friends, his parents will all forget little Richie Tozier just as quickly as they’d forgotten the countless other missing kids. 

[hastodosomething]

@deathsdesiign

“You think maybe it’s a little stereotypical; the fact that you like walking around at night by yourself? Kinda eerie.” But there’s a smile on his lips, so Scott’s not really so bothered. He’s teasing him -- teasing death. 

[singersonlydaughter]

@deathsdesiign

Cold was something she was used to. Sitting outside on the porch while the chill of midwest winter settled into her bones, numbing her to the core. Funny how that was the only time she felt real, alive even. Her heart would pick up, and the rush of blood would fill her head as a reminder that she was human.

She wondered to herself, if that same sensation could be felt when kissing him. To feel death’s cold lips on hers, and his icy fingers over her skin. 

“Is it true you can’t touch people or they die?”

[sarcasmdefenseex-blog]

@deathsdesiign;;

“ I was just trying to make things less awkward. By joking. Probably not the wisest decision considering where we are though..”

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[delabor]

☠ — @deathsdesiign liked for a starter;

“you have a human job? H A. lame.”

[warningisms-blog]

@shieldpawn, @hittcr,@fxxtballsajoke, @argentsniper, @deathsdesiign

          “i think i can take care of myself.” 

[scarredanger-archived-blog]

mortimer  ‘   mort   ’   wynter  aesthetic  for  @deathsdesiign

you  leave  footprints  of  decay .   no  plant  may  live  where  you  have  walked .