#pinkskcrts

[derryrosie-archived]

          ELIZABETH LOOKS OVER, raising a brow and peaking over from her book. a girl decided to sit right next to her, despite the empty spaces throughout the library. she looked over at her, raising a brow at her. ‘ why are you sitting here ? ’

@pinkskcrts // starter call.

[salmiire]

         ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ                           ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇғᴛ          ɪ'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴍᴇss ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴ                            ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ          ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

                                                                                             promo credit - xx                                                                                              psd credit - xx

[mavrcks]

ID:// @pinkskcrts — kailee. SOURCE:// starter call.

“i hear your mom’s sick.” beth isn’t good at subtlety anymore, gave it up when she left grady. she can be subtle when she’s being sneaky and devious, but being subtle to be kind? it’s something she’s not too big on lately. “i’m sorry. i know how that feels.” except her mother wasn’t sick, she was dead. beth knows that now.

[torturcdsouls-a-blog]

           jojo wasn’t one to get into debates on town matters, not even when kids up and go missing, but to hear how some kids were scoffing about the missing children...well, it truly riled up the brookes boy.  ❝ fuckin’ idiots. if the missin’ kids parents heard ‘em then they’d be thrown right into the barrens. ❞  who was he speaking to ?  nobody in particular, simply an open air comment for anyone to grip onto and converse with.  //  @pinkskcrts  sc

[dartmouthed]

positivity for pinkskcrts!

Send me URL’s for positivity! (( @pinkskcrts! )) 

How did you slip in under my radar???? 

I mean, I’m very forgetful so I miss things, (and for that I’m sorry!)  but I just lowkey stalked your blog and I am very heart eyes right now. It takes a lot of creativity and hard work to make an OC and I admire you so much for it. 

[infantiicide]

@pinkskcrts

Dim moonlight cascaded through a dusty window, casting a small glimmer of light into the dark attic. There was nothing but silence, but as the moon continued to rise, the light trails rose upon a beaten down figure. At first glance it would look like a collection of parts and oddities, nothing at that grand, but shortly…in just a snap of the fingers, the figure twitched, a static growling emulating as a single tiny red light flickered on. The creation slowly came to life in such a robotic way, it would easily take the limelight in a haunted house.

 Ripped up gray hands reached outwards, the ebony nails scrapping against the floor as it pulled itself to its feet. With a twitching head, it began to look around the room, taking in the all so familiar atmosphere. However, to him, it was new every time he had woken up. He almost didn’t collect memories anymore, he had no one to share any with. He was lost and forgotten in time, and he didn’t even know it.

With slowly trudging motions the creation stomped across the attic, it’s head twitching and bobbing as it walked closer to the moon, his paws soon meeting the glass. Slowly, he ran his sharpened nails in a downward motion, causing a near ear-piercing screeching noise. The ghost in the machine had yearned for a normal life again...One where he’d see his friends, the sunlight. It had been many moons ago that he was cursed to this life. Funny how a simple nights work had turned into something unbelievable.

[salmiire]

kailee && apollo moodboard ( @pinkskcrts ) + i had to include this

[torturcdsouls-a-blog]

          hunched over his notebook, george slowly bobs his head to the music that ashton had practically forced him to listen to  -  something that her dad had apparently been blasting the other day on the rough side of derry.  probably to annoy the jockers and that mongrel pup... 

          the current page of the notebook is full of doodles and sketches  ;  a mixture of designs from a small portrait of ashton and jojo to the beat up truck that came into his uncle’s garage.  due to the music drowning out the outside world, george had hardly noticed the other person.  //  @pinkskcrts  sc