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Every Breath, A Gift
This is a fan account for BIll Skarsgard! I will be writing imagines for Bill and all of his characters! Feel free to send in concepts! 18+ please!
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Sorry I haven’t been around much. Anyone wanna chat about some concepts about Bill or any of his characters?
#bill skarsgard#bill skasgård#Roman Godfrey#henry pearl#henry deaver#gordan merkel#my mind is slipping on what other characters to tag don't at me bitch#it's late and i'm tired ok
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Noticed my concepts are about returning or searching for something. Maybe that says a lot about me as a person.
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Concept 3: Unafraid
Our unnamed protagonist claims she is not afraid of anything, something a creature who feeds on fear can so easily see through. After living a rather tough life that involves abandonment and abuse, she thinks herself unbreakable (or already broken). The thought of monsters underneath her bed or in her closet were lost long long ago. In fact, there had been one underneath her bed when she was younger...some 27 years ago before It suddenly...disappeared. To the point where our protagonist thought that maybe he was only just an imaginary friend...the clown with the sharp teeth.
Now, with her father’s death, she finds herself back in her hometown of Derry, Maine. A place that never felt quite right in comparison to the rest of the world. After failed relationship and failed relationship. our protag seems immune to the whole heart break thing, until she finds a familiar face. A man named Bob Gray, who she can’t quite remember all the way, who somehow gives her a reason to stay in the otherwise unappealing Derry, Maine even after her father’s funeral.
This is a IT fanfic concept. One that takes place before The Losers Club reunites.
If you’re interested in this being written, please send some encouragement my way. I’m debating between this, a castle rock fanfic, and a hemlock grove one.
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Concept 2: Temptation (Temporary Title)
Our unnamed protagonist has just arrived in Castle Rock, Maine, in hopes of making a new start. Unaware of it’s past (and really more focused on the future), she finds herself suddenly tangled up in the web of whatever it is that is really wrong with Castle Rock. At first, it’s nightmares. A dark room and the harsh sounds of someone breathing or weeping. The sounds of nails scratching on the walls of something metallic in nature. She writes it off as her brain just being too creative, but then, it get’s worse.
She begins to sleep walk, finding herself in the woods in the middle of the night only to be jolted awake. Then, she begins to hear the sound. It’s a screeching. One you want to get away from, but also want to get closer to, if only to see what is causing such a horrible sound. Then finally it happens. She wakes up and it’s dark and it’s cold and she hears all of those sounds and she pinches herself and it hurts and she isn’t dreaming anymore.
That’s where she finds him, the man in the cage and when he pleads for her to release him...how can she possibly say no?
This is a post season 1 Castle Rock Fanfiction concept. If you’re interested in this idea and want me to write it, please send some encouragement. I’m debating between writing this one, a hemlock grove one and a Pennywise one.
#castle rock#castle rock fanfiction#henry deaver#henry deaver fanfiction#the kid#the kid fanfiction#the shawshank prisoner
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Concept 1: Whatever Happened To Hemlock Grove?
Angel Chasseur has a big mystery on her hands. With the sudden disappearance of her Aunt and Uncle Clementine and Michael respectively, she suddenly finds herself thrown into the confusing and downward spiral that is known as Hemlock Grove, Pennsylvania. Something about this small town brings out a side of her that she has long been repressing for over two decades: her power to touch certain objects that hold a certain value and see the past that comes along with it.
After buying a used Jaguar for a pretty decent price, everything seems to go impossibly crazier. Visions of a specific male keep flooding her mind and she cannot push them away, even though she tries. Something tells her though that this male, whoever he is, knows what happened to her Aunt and Uncle and now, she is determined to find him.
Set in post season 3 Hemlock Grove, Angel finds that she may be the only hope for this small town as danger lurks just around the corner.
I currently have a chapter written up for this and is one of the ideas for a fanfiction that I was trying to write. If you’re interested in this idea, please let me know. Encouragement really helps me, to be honest and I don’t want to bother writing it if no one wants to read it. (Also why I stopped writing my Hemlock Grove Fanfic on my personal.
#hemlock grove#Roman Godfrey#peter rumancek#hemlock grove fanfic#hemlock grove fanfiction#roman godfrey fanfiction
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Oh this bitch reached 400! Thanks for following even though I havent been the most active !
So close to 400 followers! Thanks, Guys!
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So...should I make myself refocus on this hemlock grove fic I had in mind
Or...
Should I do this Castle Rock fic....
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So close to 400 followers! Thanks, Guys!
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Psst I have a The Kid rp blog now but it’s definitely not spoiler free. Who wants to love my boy?
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If you real life find his retweet jokes funny you probably need jesus tho lmao
Me and valter are the same age and have the same sense of 'dead inside but thriving' twitter humor. Are we the same person? You've never seen us in the same room together so....
Valter? I’m sorry for all of the nasty shit I’ve said and assumed about your dick. #oramI?
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FUCK
being friends with V for years and always having a crush on his older brother Bill. you always assumed he saw you as a little girl until one day you go over to their house expecting to find V but instead Bill answers the door and less than 10 minutes later he has you pressed against his bedroom door fucking into you relentlessly: "Bill, I shouldn't be doing this..." you say despite knowing that you're past the point of no return "But you are so just enjoy it" comes Bill's breathy reply
Ayeeee 💀
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Me at Valter
this is mean and terrible but it exhausts me to be around people who haven’t finished going through their pretentious asshole phase like okay holden caulfield i know we’re all helplessly suckling at the teat of modern media but can you shut up and play some goddamn mario kart for like five minutes
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I'm a failure because I still havent watched battlecreek even though I've been meaning to.
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Burn
So this is the “The Kid” one shot I just wrote. There are some touches on mental illness in this though nothing too terribly serious. A few other nsfw things happen as well. This is based off episodes 6 and 7. Hope you guys enjoy and if you want a part 2 at some point (Like when episode 8 comes out) let me know !
She couldn’t remember why she was here. Perhaps it was all the medication she was given by the nurses with pity eyes and faux smiling faces. It was some kind of facility, one she couldn’t remember the name of, but it was for people like her. People who had trouble...functioning. The meds helped, she guessed. Enough that she felt less which meant she panicked less. Where the world had been once been vivid and startling colors was now so many shades of grey. Drugged up to the point of just floating, existing, but no longer really suffering and that was the point wasn’t it? Not to suffer?
It was breakfast time. The food didn’t really taste like much. Good or bad. Her actions were just habit, not taking any thought. Picking up the spoon and putting the food in her mouth, chewing. It was all like clock work, but then something happened. Something new that broke the routine. A new patient, which wasn’t all too new, but the air around him, the sensation he brought up in her, that was different. Among the greys she found color in him, even though his skin was placid pale and clothes were a light grey themselves. It was his eyes that pulled her in. They were bright and some mix between blue and green and yet they were so dark somehow as well. Her frazzled mind could barely wrap her head around it.
His eyes met hers for a moment and then he casted his gaze away, but she could not. Perhaps the medication had taken away her manners as she stared at him with his sunken cheeks and all too skinny body, but she wanted to be close to him and she wanted to know why someone like him was here. She didn’t realize she had stood up until the sound of the chair screeching on the floor reached her ears and made her cringe. The nurses gave him a tray and he sat down, away from everyone else and she found herself floating his way. Interacting was slightly encouraged. As long as things didn’t get too far, of course. After all, connecting with other’s like you could often times be inspiring.
She plopped down in front of him and noticed he had stuffed all of his bread into his mouth. He glanced up at her and the expression on his face made her think that maybe he was embarrassed, but he didn’t blush, nor did he speak to her. He pushed the rest of the tray aside as he swallowed, their knees almost touching underneath the small table. It was then that she found herself smiling and it was strange. The sensation was sort of like how one might feel during or after exercise when they hadn’t in awhile, like muscles that had not been used in a while finally being used again. Maybe she looked strange doing it, because he still didn’t say anything.
“It’s not too bad here.” She said softly, “Especially if they get you on the right thing quick enough.” She felt herself chewing on her lip as he stared at her. His lips parted slightly and then she felt him examining her. His gaze tracing the shape of her face, her eyes, nose, lips. He paused there and something in his demeanor changed. She thought he might speak but he stayed quiet. She couldn’t let herself get discouraged though. Maybe he was mute? There were plenty of reasons for his silence.
“It’s not at all like the scary movies anymore. Big horse needles or anything like that. It can be relaxing sometimes if you let it. The doctors here are...nice.” She sighed as he blinked at her and she was quickly out of things to say, “I’ll see you around.” She mumbled before heading off. His brows furrowed, but she didn’t notice as she got up, heading out of the dining area and into the halls where the rooms for patients were. She walked into her room, grabbing the small sketch book they allowed her to have for therapeutic reasons. It hadn’t been touched in weeks, maybe even months. Her change in medication had dulled her so much that drawing hadn’t been anything but something that frustrated her, but now, she found herself drawing away, unable to stop herself as she had the new patient’s face in her head, clear as day.
A few hours later...
“Bed time everyone. Please go to your rooms and turn the lights off. Thank you.” The sound rung on the intercom just as she had finished her drawing. She smiled fondly at it, giving it a light stroke before setting it down on her dresser. She stood up then, walking over to the light switch and crawling back in bed. Usually, sleep came easy for her at this point. Another side effect of her medicine, but her mind was racing. She wondered what his name was. She wondered what he was diagnosed with. She wondered if he was hurting. She found her thoughts circling around him, unending until she saw a shadow cast out from the open door. They didn’t let any of the patients close them for security measures.
She sat up and blinked, a bit surprised. Doctors didn’t usually come in for visits this late unless it was to check vitals, but they didn’t linger by the door. They just came in and woke her up. By the time she got her thoughts together, she realized who it really was. It was him. He was just standing there, staring. Not at her, but at the sketchbook even though it was coated with darkness, likely not even visible to the regular eye.
“You’re going to get in trouble.” She said softly and the words made him glance back at her. He stepped inside the doorway before slowly shutting the door behind him. It was dark, completely pitch black and she didn’t know what to think. She didn’t hear him move until the bed creaked from his weight. She thought maybe she was dreaming, hallucinating, but when she pinched herself it was real and the covers slid off her body underneath his touch.
“There’s no one to get in trouble with.” He said then and she felt his hand on her thigh. She was wearing only one of the nightgowns they provided her with and it had rode up higher than she might have guessed since she had been under the covers. She was flustered, absolutely confused, but her eyes were adjusting and he reached over with is other hand to pull open the blinds. The moon was full and bright and reflected onto his face at just the right angles. She felt her heart racing in her chest as he pulled away, standing up in clear view of her as he stripped. She could see the bones of his ribcage, as if he hadn’t eaten properly in months.
When he was finally naked in front of her, she had to force herself not to look downwards. She wasn’t sure what he was even trying to accomplish at the moment. His actions had dumbfounded her, but she was still in such awe of him. He was looking at her, innocent despite himself. She felt her cheeks burning and there was a heavy silence for what seemed to be a long while. Maybe he was thinking of what to say?
“Aren’t you going to take your gown off?” He finally asked, “Isn’t this why you were looking at me like that earlier?” Her eyes went wide and she felt absolutely ashamed, but in reality it had been. Something about him was so beautiful and she hadn’t been touched in so long, not with a touch so soft and loving. She stood up, pulling her night gown over her head and tossing it onto the bed. She looked up at him and he was soaring. He was practically a foot taller than her. She reached out to trace his ribcage. His skin was soft and cold. He stayed still though a bit stiff. She stepped closer before placing a kiss on the left side of his chest, right where she had been taught his heart was supposed to be.
“You don’t have to hurt anymore.” He said quietly, “or suffer.” He led her backwards to the bed until she tumbled onto it. His eyes were black now as he spread her legs, long fingers working their way up and down the soft skin. “All of it. It’ll be over soon.” He promised and though the words should have frightened her, they didn’t. He was seemingly unexperienced, but luckily, she was already wet and quivering for him without much effort. He had aligned his cock up to her and she found herself filled up with his surprisingly massive length.
“Please.” She heard herself whine. She looked up at his face and it was expressionless or perhaps the moonlight just made it look that way. She felt his boney hips meet her thighs, filling her up completely. He reached down, brushing some hair away from her face. He slowly began to pull out, light wet sounds filling the otherwise silence. There was not even the sound of nurses chatting about.
“Please.” She cried again, feeling on his tip inside of her as her toes curled. He quickly pushed back inside of her, making her yelp and then he began to thrust, almost relentlessly. Her whole body was rocking and shaking from the force. The bed groaned and creaked in pity for itself. She dug her nails into the bed sheets as she was fucked and she couldn’t keep her eyes open even though she wanted to, if only to see his face, if only to confirm that this wasn’t some ultra real fucked up sex dream.
She wasn’t sure how long he pounded into her. She’d lost all feeling, but the feeling of him inside of her. She couldn’t remember when and where and what time it was and didn’t want to remember. She whined as he gave one last heavy pump before she felt him cumming inside of her. So much of it that it oozed out even with his cock still quivering inside of her. He gave her a moment before pulling out, more of his release pouring out of her, unable to be contained within her tightening walls. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiping himself up before pulling his clothes back on. She watched him, not feeling enough energy to move.
“It’ll be over soon.” He repeated again and then the smell of something burning reached her nose. He walked over to the window, using all of his force to get it open before climbing out and disappearing into the darkness. That’s when the fire detectors went off.
#castle rock#the kid#the shawshank prisoner#bill skarsgard#bill skarsgård imagine#bill skasgård#bill skarsgård x reader#bill skarsgard imagine#the kid imagine#the kid x reader#the kid x oc
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Also I am trying to pinpoint a fucking eye color for The Kid and I’ve realized that his eyes keep fucking changing color??? Like they were literally practically black in 7. WHAT THE FUCK
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