Creep come back making Pennywise art the kids miss you
And i miss you all too đ
Letting you all know I've never stopped thinking about him he's my world still
Drew a little something because I missed him too much

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Creep come back making Pennywise art the kids miss you
And i miss you all too đ
Letting you all know I've never stopped thinking about him he's my world still
Drew a little something because I missed him too much
Helping with chores on the Hanlon farm.
From an old request. Mike and Bev are an underrated duo.
Here is my concept of Pennywise as a clown, but in the form of a snake!
I like to imagine that he can spring out of those famous prank boxes where a little toy snake usually pops out.
At the end of his tail, there are jingle bells to echo the rattling sound of a rattlesnake!
Live footage of the Losers Club vs Pennywise
Photoshop edit by me.
Pennywise (the REAL one) and Periwinkle again! đȘâš Will they finally perform together in the next episode?? đ
"In the Deadlights"
Title: âIn the Deadlightsâ: It fanfiction
Pairing: Pennywise ( Bill SkarsgÄrd ) x Reader Male
Genre: Psychological Horror | Dark Romance | Supernatural | Thriller
Warnings: obsession / twisted affection, canon-typical violence and disturbing imagery.
Summary: A disillusioned man ( you ) arrives in Derry to disappearâbut instead catches the attention of Pennywise, the ancient creature that haunts the town. Unafraid and strangely drawn to the monster, the two form a twisted connection that blurs the line between fear and obsession.
You came to Derry to disappear.
Something about the place called to you in a way that you couldnât explainâlike a hum just beneath your skin, vibrating against your bones. You werenât running from anything in particular. Just... done. Tired of people. Of pretending. Of trying to explain the emptiness that grew like a black mold behind your ribs.
Youâd heard of Derry before. The disappearances. The rumors. The fear stitched into the streets like the cracks in the sidewalks. But that made it perfect, didnât it? A place where people forgot. Where people vanished. A place where even the pain might dissolve into fog.
The first time you saw him, it was in the sewers beneath the town. You were wanderingâlost, not quite on purposeâand the shadows breathed around you like they knew your name.
And then⊠eyes.
Amber, glowing like coals. A smile, too wide for any man. A clown, crouched in the darkness, body twisted in impossible ways. A voice, laced with that sing-song menace, echoed through the damp stone:
âHelloooooâŠâ
You shouldâve screamed. Shouldâve run. But instead⊠you stood still. Maybe curiosity. Maybe madness. Maybe something deeper.
"You're... not afraid," Pennywise murmured, crawling closer, movements jerky like a marionette. âStrange little thing. Not like the others. No tears. No screams.â
You met his gaze, unblinking.
âYou donât scare me,â you said.
He smiledâno, grinned. Unnerving. Predatory. Almost⊠delighted.
âOh⊠but I will.â
----
He visited you after that. In dreams. In reflections. In the places between waking and sleep. Sometimes as a clown, sometimes something⊠worse. Something raw and ancient, made of teeth and hunger. But always with those eyes. That voice.
And you let him.
You didnât know what that said about you.
----
One night, you found yourself by the Kissing Bridge. Fog clung low to the ground. The moon cut sharp through the branches overhead.
âYou're obsessed with me,â you said into the air.
Laughter trickled from the shadows like blood down a drain.
âMaybe itâs you who canât stop thinking about me, sweet boy,â Pennywise cooed, voice slithering behind you before he materialized just inches from your ear.
You didnât flinch.
He circled you like a predator, tilting his head. âYou came here⊠to be eaten, didnât you?â
You gave a half-smile. âMaybe.â
Pennywise grinned again, slower this time. The way a storm might grin if it had teeth.
âBut youâre⊠different. Not tasty. Not scared.â He leaned closer, nose brushing yours. âYou're⊠fascinating.â
His breath was ice. His eyes, too alive. You felt something crawl inside your chest, coil around your heart like a vine of thorns. You shouldâve hated it. But you didnât.
âI donât want to be saved,â you whispered.
He stared at you, and something changed behind his face. For the first time, you saw hesitation. Then curiosity. Thenâ
âlong, gloved fingers touched your jaw, thumb dragging over your bottom lip. âI could keep you,â he purred. âLike a little pet. A secret. A toy.â
âIâm not a toy.â
He giggled. âEveryoneâs something to me. Why should you be different?â
You stepped closer, closing the gap between you, until your breath mingled with his.
âBecause Iâm not afraid to love the monster.â
Silence. Heavy. Endless.
Then, suddenly, he was gone.
----
He didnât come to you for days. Maybe weeks. Derry began to rot around you. People whispered more. The air got colder. The town hungered.
And then he came again.
This time, he didnât wear the clown face. He was taller, sharper, darker. Something older than fear. Something divine and wrong and beautiful.
âStill not afraid?â he asked.
You walked toward him. âStill not running.â
He tilted his head. âThen come.â
He opened his mouth. Not to eat. Not this time. You looked into the Deadlightsâand saw eternity.
You stepped forward anyway.
----
They say another person went missing in Derry.
No one really noticed.
No one ever does.
But sometimes, late at night, the fog swirls with laughter.
And deep in the sewers, a monster whispers to something that doesn't scream.
Not anymore.
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hey so i actually miss eddie and richie and itâs been like 6 years since this shit happened :
Stan: Bill, wait, it could be dangerous!
Stan: *kicks Richie* Rich, you go first.