#it verse

[kuoringankalmo]

got hit by momentary ɘna-insanity and spent the whole day drawing my enasona!!!

he's a suffering creative type, 'normally' quite silent, moody type but has his moment of creative manics that can get out of hand

[hauntedyoutuber]

the losers club! then and now.

[rebelw1thacause]

@shotbitch​: you’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes spinning in my highest heels

“Didn’t know you were a ballerina, sug,” Jasmine told the redhead.

[untamedvargulf]

New kid on the block~

@billbeatthedevil

Derry,Maine, a rather small town, with scenic forests and quaint town charm a happy place to live and yet Peter was anything but happy as he was given a quick list of all his classes and quickly shoved down the hall the attending staff wanting to get back to her lunch break as soon as possible .

Normally Peter didn’t mind drifting from town to town, especially with a forest nearby and he’d keep his head down low and go about his business with little to no fuss, but the very moment his mother and him drove into town, he was set on edge. The animal within him, bristling and growling in the back of his mind, which was strange considering he never really felt it’s presence till closer to the moon. Something about this town brought out his inner animal and kept him awake most nights.

There was a festering sickness, something dark and ancient lurking, it seemed dormant but peter could still feel it and he didn’t like it at all, he wasn’t used to not being the apex predator in the area. He shook his head as he walked into the classroom, his rough and black leather jacket, and faded dark denim jeans along with a mop of messy brown hair, made him stick out among the locals. He could feel all their eyes on him and it made the animal growl softly in his head .

He was introduced with the usual fanfare his name and a mumbled forced, Hello, and quickly took a seat in the back mulling over this strange town .

[bulltruearchive]

anyway  u  should  plot  w  me

[rebelw1thacause]

@shotbitch​: ❝ i made you some soup! ❞ 

Jasmine turned around to see the girl that said that to her.

“Umm, thanks sug,” she said in her smooth southern accent.  “I’m Jasmine, by the way.  Jasmine Ross.”

She held her hands out for the soup, not knowing why this girl would make her soup but still grateful for it.

[battleguqin]

@destroyedsectheir hit the <3 for a starter.

"I am pretty sure this place is haunted, the spirits in here don't even know they are dead." he nodded to the old house that sat against the back drop of the woods.