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painofhumanity · 1 year

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Name: Taylor Edith Kaspbrak Nickname(s): TK, Tater Tot (Richie) D.O.B: November 4th Orientation: heterosexual Age: 25 Species: human Family: Eddie Kaspbrak (dad), Myra Kaspbrak (mom)

TK was a fix-it baby, plain and simple. Her mom felt like she was losing Eddie, and talked him into having a baby, claiming it would bring them closer together. It did, in a way. Eddie at least knew he could never leave because he didn't want to risk not being able to see his daughter again. They were a semi-happy family for a time.

From the time she was little, TK had health problems. Milk and bread made her sick, pineapple and peanuts straight up sent her into anaphylaxis, and to top it all off, she had asthma. Her mom was a basket case, getting worked up over every little thing, but Eddie was ironically perfectly calm about the whole thing; a lifetime spent thinking of worst case scenarios had apparently prepared him for having a sickly child. He took the time to explain all her health issues plainly to her, made sure he understood the importance of carrying her inhaler and making sure she knew what was in whatever she was eating. Her dad prepared her as much as he could to take care of herself when needed.

TK also turned out to be rather accident prone, so she took to wearing a fannypack like her dad had, carrying various first aid supplies in addition to her inhaler--and lactaid pills because, like many lactose intolerant people, TK refused to give up dairy. All said and done, she was a pretty happy kid.

Her dad died when she was still pretty young, though she was old enough to understand what death was by that point. Then it was just her and her mom, and things became. . .intense. Her mom started treating her like an invalid and tried to keep her inside as much as she possibly could; it all went far beyond the bounds of normal motherly concern. Her dad's old friends kept in touch with her as she got older, and many of them had told her that if she ever needed anything, even a place to stay, she could call one of them.

She finally took them up on it when she was sixteen. She moved in with Richie and his son Eli. It was a bit tricky, considering she was still a minor, but they somehow managed to convince Myra that this really was the best thing. Those last two years of high school were the happiest she'd been since her dad died.

After graduating, TK decided to go into nursing--she already had plenty of experience patching herself up, and she'd been told more than once that she was the Mom Friend. Becoming a nurse seemed like the obvious choice.

#{🩹} tk kaspbrak ; bio #queue the raven: nevermore

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ithoughtghostsjustfloatedaway · 3 years

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some movie scene kinda-redraws i did during class today i’m ngl i really like the eddie one she cute

#reddie #fem reddie #fem losers club #fem eddie kaspbrak #fem richie tozier #edith kaspbrak #rachel tozier #it 2017 #it movie #have you ever heard of a staph infection?#i just love them your honor #seriously im proud of that eddie #she is c u t e #scary balloon clown movie #cam's art

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halefirewarrior · 4 years

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Fem!Reddie MoodBoards

Raquel "Richie" Tozier & Edith "Edi" Kaspbrak

(Edi HEAVILY Inspired by James Ransone's tattoos)

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #raquel tozier #edith kaspbrak #fem!reddie #fem!richie #fem!eddie

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barclaysangel · 3 years

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Eddie: Why do you two have forks taped to your fingers?

Richie: *grabbing popcorn with the forks* Improvement of human being.

Edith: *nodding vigorously in agreement*

#IT #IT 2019 #IT chapter two #Reddie #original character #OC #Eddie Kaspbrak #Richie Tozier #Edith Tozier #James Ransone #Bill Hader #Camren Bicondova #Reddie’s daughter #Incorrect quote #incorrect IT quote

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imauselessartist · 4 months

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📸✨femreddiemas day 19✨📸

*2am camcorder selfies they won’t find until three years later during a house move*

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ghost-fork · 4 years

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I drew my version of fem reddie and tried to include as many of my headcanons as possible (also i used the same colour for both of their lips cos....they do b sharing that cherry chapstick doe) . Also I know my art is ugly, please just accept my triangle noses and don’t kill me. fOr mOrE yOu CaN fOlLOw mY inSta iN mY bIO jkjhhudskfchfddfdfdsxfcdvfsdxdfxdf

#reddie #it chapter one #it chapter two #fem reddie #lesbians #less beans #it fanart #it fandom #it chapter 1 fanart #richie tozier fanart #eddie kaspbrak fanart #richie toxier #eddie kaspbrak #rachel and edith for the win #i put so much work into this that at somepoint i looked up richie's birthday and birth stone cos i didn't want it to be random #my art #fanart

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gloomy-prince · 5 months

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Edith is definitely cuter I used to have a friend called Edith and she was adorable but ultimately I guess it doesn’t matter because his name is Eddie/Edward/ Eduardo/Edmund etc…..

we are unfortunately going to hear eddie deadname from time to time. its only happened once in the actual comic thus far (from eddie himself) but ive used it several times in the script up till now, otherwise i'd probably have forgotten about it tbh.... I do think "Edith Kaspbrak" sounds like a better name overall than "Edna Kaspbrak"... It bothers me that I only picked it because it was the first name I thought of that started with "Ed" lmao. It was before I was putting much thought into things 😭

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fear-and-delight-l · 3 years

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GENDERSWAPPED!LOSERS

HERE WE GO

JILLIAN DENBROUGH

-Jill is very avid about getting her sister, Georgia back. Well, at least the killer anyways.

-Jill has never finished any of her writing, until she is an adult.

-aRTiSt??

-Jill gives hugs hugs hugs!!!

-everyone wants her hugs.

-ok, Jill is very sexually confused. Bradley Marsh is good looking...but so is McKenna Hanlon with her pink lipstick and her always good looking pigtails....then there is Sarah Uris, who is so cute with her blonde/brown curls and her little cheerleading outfit.

-suffers from stuttering simp disorder

-simp simp simp

-simp? Yes.

-ok but I think she would like Plastic Hearts by Miley Cyrus lmao

-FLANNEL GODDESS!!! Has flannels in so many colors.

-”R-R-Riley, stop m-making fun of m-my j-j-jorts.”

-oh yeah. She is rocking the jean shorts. They either go to around her knees or near the middle of her thighs.

-shoulder length brown hair. Screams bisexual.

RILEY TOZIER

-just gonna put this out there, take it as you will, but her glasses make her look like a fish. Her eyes are HUGE

-goddess or (what is a non-binary god? Godthem?) of dad jokes. But not the corny kind. The kind of dad jokes that include sleeping with him and “riding him like a horse.”

-”so not fucking funny.” -Edith Kaspbrak, who’s dad isn’t even present in her life. -yeah, bisexual. -sexual for Edith Kaspbrak. -And Sarah Uris

-And Bradley Marsh

-and Jill Denbrough

-and Brenna Hanscom

-and Patrick Hockstetter (she regrets this. But when Patrick isn’t chasing her with Bowers and Criss and Huggins, she likes to notice that Patrick is definitely good looking)

-crazy wavy hair. Seriously, she wears it in a pixie cut, and it is CRAZY. But she help Bradley cut away his mullet.

-the friendship dynamic between Riley Tozier and Bradley Marsh is UNSTOPPABLE!

-plays softball with Jill. She is pitcher, and damn is she good. (Jill plays third base, for reference)

-the girls on the softball team sort of like her, sort of not. She’s a loser, and they don’t like her because everyone thinks she’s queer. -still a trash mouth

-still a smartass

-Rildeth? Edithley? Redith?

BRADLEY MARSH

-all right, here we go.

-POWER BISEXUAL

-He came out to Riley, and Riley came out to him.

-daddy issues

-anyways, Bradley had a mullet that his dad made him wear, and when Riley helped him cut it....freedom!

-when he and the other losers are going to the quarry, he likes to help McKenna pick flowers so Sarah will have some to turn into flower crowns

-is totally charmed by Jill Denbrough. He is a simp for how charming she is. Bravery, art...

-Bradley also likes to draw.

-Brenna may be totally smitten with him....

-Bradley is the same age as all the other losers, but the losers all see him as older.

-hates his father, feels weak around him.

-he and Riley often share cigarettes. (I love the friendship dynamic here.)

-Bradley has little freckles, and when he and Brenna get together as adults, Brenna likes to kiss all of them.

-Bradley loves to hang with Sarah, and she is such a sweetie. She gets annoyed, but when she is around Bradley, she is calm.

-Bradley likes to put his arm around Sarah, ALWAYS

-I’m in love

SARAH URIS

-WE LOVE OUR JEWISH CHEERLEADER LESBIAN

-yes, Sarah Uris is cheer captain. The other cheerleaders are skeptical of her, but treat her ok nonetheless.

-Sarah Uris is a softie who will tell you to fuck off.

-bridwatcher. Sarah loves her birds. She likes to sit with Jill. Jill draws birds while Sarah quietly talk about the birds.

-Brenna loves to play with her curls, braiding them and doing fun styles with them with the help from McKenna.

-sundresses one day, shorts and a shirt the next.

-her hair is so nice! Think...classic curls. Google for reference.

-the cheerleaders don’t go to track meets or softball games. So, since Brenna and Edith are both in track and Jill and Riley are softball players, she goes in her own cheerleading outfit, and even snags one for McKenna, (who isn’t a cheerleader.) and they both cheer at track and softball.

-must I remind you that Jill is a simp for BOTH OF THEM. AND BRADLEY?? HE CHEERS THEM ON TOO.

-one time Bradley actually got into a cheerleading skirt??!!

-anyways, back to Sarah. -she loves to give everyone kisses before leaving. Here’s how she gives them:

Jill: cheek kiss, runs a hand through her hair. Edith: takes Edith’s face in her hands and kisses her nose. Edith sometimes backs up a little when she feels a little panicky about germs, but always accepts Sarah’s kiss. Bradley: forehead. She ruffles his hair, and sometimes, Bradley kisses her chin as she is kissing his forehead. McKenna: near her lips. Like, the corner of her mouth. 🥺 Brenna: cheek kiss. She holds brenna’s chin while kissing her. Riley: straight on the lips. Or the forehead if you song ship stozier. -ok, I am a huge fan of Sarah+Riley....but then there is Edith. Poly??? Possibly

-anyways, Sarah loves to make flower crowns and put them in bradley’s hair.

-she and Brenna are very close. If Sarah isn’t next to Bradley, or has Riley’s arm around her shoulders, she is with Brenna, either holding her hand or showing her stuff about plants or birds. She gives Brenna constant praise about the barrens

-very grumpy a lot.

BRENNA HANSCOM

ok, Brenna is straight. I didn’t change that. -Brenna thinks constructively, and is a visual learner. Constantly thinks about the future.

-ok, she is so so so sweet. Likes to wear this cute pink skirt, but only around the losers.

-POETRY

-She loves to read and wrote poetry. It’s so cute I just can’t aaaah-

-ok, so she’s on the track team. Edith convinces her in 10th grade.

-HAIR CLIPS! she has them in her hair, and tons extra in her backpack.

-Bradley loves it when Brenna plays with his hair and puts clips in it.

-she and Bradley are very good friends.

-she may be straight, but isn’t uncomfortable when Sarah holds her hand or Riley talks about her gay situation or when Jill tells her she’s pretty. She just isn’t gay but she loves and supports her gay friends. She even kissed McKenna in a game of spin the bottle

-poor baby has body insecurities...

-ugh, she hates Henry Bowers. But she loves ice cream! She likes vanilla because it’s sweet and plain.

-when they have sleepovers, everyone always has a disc of New Kids on the Block to play for her (AAA!)

-Riley literally swore to protect her. Even though Riley’s sarcasm can be demeaning, she trusts her.

-Brenna Hanscom, a sweetie that will fight for you.

McKenna Hanlon, the badass vegan who definitely has WAP.

-ok, I didn’t change her race, she is still black.

-McKenna is a sign of hope. Everyone feels so uplifted around her.

-she has this signature pink lipstick she wears everyday the Greta Bowie makes fun of, but she still wears it.

-she loves bubblegum. McKenna has it ALL THE TIME.

-inspiration? Yes. She is a goddess.

-ok, she is so nice, but that gun she has? Pennywise doesn’t stand a chance. McKenna is a fighter.

-McKenna has these cute little pig tails that she wears with purple ribbons. Jill loves to listen to her talk.

-definitely the least insane of all the losers, but girl knows how to have fun!

-not a huge smoker, but occasionally will share one with Bradley.

-the friendship between McKenna and Bradley is impeccable. They are a badass duo.

-I don’t know what her sexuality is. She definitely doesn’t. Although she and Jill got caught making out in a closet. They said it was no strings attached....suspicious.

-she is indeed vegan. She just has a special love for animals and can’t bring herself to eat them. She isn’t protesting everyone to go vegan, she just eats how she wants. She occasionally slips and goes for ice cream though😉

-at the rock war, after she recovered a little from Bowers, SHE BEAT HIS ASS!

-my queen, gosh I love her!

-she is so much fun to be around. One time, in the barrens, she installed a swing so she could sit in somethin because Riley and Edith and Sarah are always in the hammock together. (It’s bound to break).

-need a therapist? She’s ya girl.

EDITH!!

-ok, so this looks very soft girl, but Edith is fiery! -her mom makes her worry a lot about disease and what not, but her anxiety about what her mom may do is worse.

-seriously, she is scared of her mother. She doesn’t even know if her sickness are real.

-anyways, don’t fuck with her. She will bite you.

-no seriously, she will bite you. One time in a fight with Hockstetter, she bit him. She was worried she might have gotten something in her mouth, but Sarah calmed her down. -she may bicker with Riley, but really, she loves her. Her and her stupid glasses,

-anyways, she is a sweetie. She runs track, but as long as Riley is waiting on the sidelines with her inhaler at the end, she is alright.

-someone give this girl a hug.

-internalized homophobia towards herself.

-she and Bradley are good, they just aren’t as close. Edith is closest with Jill.

-Edith looks up to Jill, big time.

-Edith hates her mom very very much.

-she wears cute little tops with shorts or skirts. Occasionally she will wear overalls.

-fuck greta Bowie campaign? Yeah, Edith started it.

-Fanny pack! She has an extra pair of glasses for Riley, Bobby pins for Sarah, an extra pen or pencil for Jill, a mini stick of Bradley’ favorite deodorant, hair clips for Brenna, and McKenna’s favorite bubblegum.

-Riley calls her Eds. She hates it because it sounds like a boy name. She hates it even more when Riley calls her Eddie.

-kisses tears away. Crying? She will kiss your cheeks and wipe those tears away. She did that when Brenna got cut by Bowers.

-inhaler? Yes. It’s her little beacon of safety.

-ice cream and comic books with Riley, bird watching and flower crowns with Sarah are her favorites!

-doesn’t know her sexual preference, she’s just not straight.

-butterflies always land on her when she’s outside. One landed on her nose once and Riley and Sarah started rock-paper-scissoring for who got her. (That was long forgotten since Riley is a sore loser.)

-my baby has long hair is very slight waves. It goes down to her breasts.

-likes to wear Jill’s Flannels.

-OK SHE IS SO CUTE IN A PAIR OF BAGGY JEANS AND A TANK TOP, WEARING SOMEONE’S JACKET OMG

-Edith is cold? Never. She always has someone’s something, whether it’s McKenna’s iconic leather jacket or Jill’s flannels

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Ok! Those are my headcanons. Feel free to repost, I don’t give a damn. If you want drawings or more headcanons of them, I am always open. I had this posted on my old account but that got taken down....I was previously coffeeandweasleys

@im-a-rocketman, @nate-isnt-great @imreddieimreddieimreddie @ur-not-reddie

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 2 years

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@haaaawaiianshirt says: how about the renaissance of the Neibolt kids.

I say: ah, did you mean just post the literal first thing I Ever Wrote about them two years ago in a very weird second person perspective thats honestly probably really confusing where I was trying to get some sort of grasp of Neddie in my brain.

If thats not what you meant I'm terribly sorry but here you are:

Your name is Eddie. Just Eddie.

Eds, Eddie Spaghetti, Edsie Wedsie, a loud, familiar voice crows in your head, you want to swat it away, clap your hands over your ears and make it leave you alone- but the familiar voice cackles that ignoring him would be a bad, bad idea. You inform the voice that that’s bullshit, because it is, but you listen to him.

He seems amused by you.

He fills your lungs with tar, thick and gooey and pleasant in a way that is really not very pleasant at all. It weighs you down, until now you feel as though you’ve been floating entirely ungrounded in nothingness, but with the slime in your throat your feet scrape the very bottom of the aforementioned nothing.

It scratches uncomfortably at your bare toes.

Edith Kaspbrak, another voice informs you after a while, all round, soft vowels and warmth, too warm. The familiar voice that keeps calling you Spaghetti doesn’t like it.

You decide you don't like the name Edith Kaspbrak, Eddie is much less saccharine sweet when you roll it over your tongue. Eddie slurs well with the goo that coats your mouth, Edith cuts through it, squeaky clean and cutesy.

Your name is just Eddie.

The warm voice chuckles when you inform it of this and apologizes to you, you don't really know for what, it’s I am sorry, child is far too sad sounding to just be for calling you the wrong name. Or maybe it’s not, you don’t know much of anything at all. Maybe you should ask.

But then the voice is gone and you are alone.

Your name is Eddie and the world around you is itchy-cold and dark. There is a layer at the very top of the nothing made up of graying padding and half-torn fabric. Before, when you were just floating entirely untethered, it had arched high above your head but now that you are close to the floor it’s almost within reach.

That feels wrong but you don't know nearly enough to question it.

You float in the dark just below it, gripping at loose springs that corkscrew from the fluffy roughness of the ceiling’s stuffing, sometimes the ends of the springs pierce your palms and the sticky black bubbles from the holes and down your arms.

You fade in and out.

It’s not particularly nice, you like being in control, your life your body yours yours yours, but it isn’t as bad as it could be. You don’t really know how bad it could be but a nasty voice in the back of your head hammers in that it could be worse.

You ignore it and try to escape anyway, partially because you are a delightful little asshole who likes to push buttons, but overwhelmingly because you need to find Your Richie.

You don't know what a Your Richie is, well, you think it’s more of a who Your Richie is, because you are in love with her.

Pennywise, that is the familiar voice’s name, informs you, gleeful, accusing, and blood smeared in a way you have gotten fairly used to, that you and Your Richie are dykes.

He says it like it is something disgusting but you like gross things so it doesn’t really bother you.

Lines blur a little after your first few moments of consciousness, the words Your Richie and Pennywise and Loser and YourRichieYourRichieYourRichie slurring together in your muddled, here-but-not-fully-there brain.

Eventually after what feels like secondsyearsdayshoursalwaysnever of floating your feet hit the ground, the patchy padding splits and you poke her head through eager to see something more than your own hands in front of you; an opening that will lead you to Your Richie.

She is right in front of you.

Well, kind of, it's not Your Richie, you don’t know exactly what a Your Richie looks like but it isn’t this. She isn’t this loud, wide eyed, sloppy girl in front of you and that makes you angry. You want to kill her. She is an imposter and not Your Richie.

You just want Your Richie and you don’t think that is too fucking much to ask.

Pennywise is yelling in the back of your head to scare her, scare her, scare her and that’s good enough for you.

You ask her, angry but grinning so wide it hurts, if she wants to play loogie. She just stares.

Pennywise makes a suggestion, so you tilt your head and ask if maybe she wants to swap spit instead. The black slime in your lungs begins to spill from your lips. You didn’t know it could do that but it’s fun. You laugh because Pennywise tells you to. You look pretty manic but you don’t quite care because fake Not Your Richie acts afraid (scare her to death) and stammers and wobbles and looks stupid until another girl drags her out of the room.

Good fucking riddance.

You set out to find Your Richie, hours later than you would like but you need to wait until Pennywise is distracted and pouting and plotting to tug yourself out of the mattress that has kept you floating and trapped. It’s tacky from the slime you haven’t really figured out how to stop, your mouth is like the worlds’ leakiest faucet and more liquid is spewing out than staying in. You really don’t mind it much at all.

You find her in a room full of clowns. Well, not real clowns, at least you don’t think. They look enough like the image of Pennywise you have hidden somewhere in the recesses of your mind, despite being a lot dustier, much more colorful, and far quieter. They don’t even move. You kick one over, frustrated by its lack of reaction at your incredibly scary entrance, but it just topples, hollow head thunking dully against the hardwood.

The coffin nestled in between the rows of clowns is much more enticing. It creaks when you open it, which is a nice touch, really makes all of this seem much more thrilling than it really is. You’re just opening a box but the box has hinges that squeal, rusty and sharp, when you shift them, an adventure created by a single, grating sound.

There is a poster plastered to the lid, thick black letters that spell out MISSING, not that you really know what that means, a grainy picture of the Not Your Richie printed below it, all toothy smiles and poofy pigtails, all wrong wrong wrong.

You appreciate that half her photo is marred with a bloody smear, it seems appropriate. For some reason you can understand what the letters written across the inner lid of the coffin in blood say, though you can’t seem to place how they make you feel.

SEEN AND NOT HEARD.

You decided with the certainty of a twelve year old who was only born today that the words make sense but you are more than glad that they aren't aimed at you. Though, Your Richie is yours and you can’t quite shake the annoyance at having them aimed at her either.

She’s laying in the coffin, the second you see her something so intrinsically right clicks into place within your chest that it almost hurts. The slime dribbles to a stop.

Your Richie (now that you’re seeing her just Richie sounds more correct than adding Your in front of it, though she is yours, all yours, only yours and you you won’t let her go) lays just as still as the ugly, dusty clowns, save for the maggots that wriggle in her broken cheeks. She is a doll. Hands folded politely on her stomach from where they had been placed and whited out eyes staring unseeing into the ceiling. You wonder, anger suddenly bubbling over before you realize it’s even there, before you can even hope to control it, why the fuck the universe would decide you were hopelessly in love with something so boring.

She’s wearing shiny little black shoes that buckle at the sides and have a strap over the top. That is perhaps the epitome of boring. Well, that and a stupid doll who can’t even move.

The only thing even remotely interesting about her is her mouth, stitched shut with thick black thread. It’s a sort of sloppy stitch job despite how cleanly the needle clearly jabbed through the porcelain of her face, crooked and stained slightly copper-brown with something your mind is telling you is blood even though that really doesn’t make much sense. Dolls don’t bleed. They’re too boring.

You go to leave, huffy and feet stomping loudly on the creaky, thinned out floor boards. It would have been a somewhat gloriously bratty exit, something you could push past your anger to be proud of, but something grabs your wrist before you can.

Without thinking you tug your arm hard away from whatever it is, off off off get off, and the something comes with you. An uncertain sounding crack that echoes through the empty, disappointing room.

Your Richie’s hand, broken at the end in an awkward sort of slant, stays tight, fingers bruising in your skin for just a second, long enough for a spider to scrawl it’s way through an over-bent knuckle-joint and across your thumb, before it falls, scattering porcelain across the floor with a shattery-crashy sort of sound you decide quickly you Do Not like. You Do Not want to hear it again.

Your Richie tilts her head in the coffin, looking just as silent and just as annoyingly dull, but also put out in a way you weren’t aware was possible.

And then the Yours, but maybe not in name, but still Yours, you're still figuring it out, Richie unfurls the middle finger of her remaining hand up at you.

For the first time in your day long life, you actually laugh. Not because any of the voices told you too or anyone said to. But because she made you. Because she did something funny. Because she’s yours and she’s almost smiling in the same way she’s almost upset at you for breaking her hand off, and she’s fucking gross which has to count for something against all the boring.

At least you think it does.

And you also think, as you tuck the spider between your back molars to get it out of the way, and offer your hand to drag her out of the coffin, that maybe, this whole existing thing might not be half bad.

#neibolt kids #fem neibolt reddie #It does Say the D-slur once and also is generally gross just a warning #neddie #n!richie #love them dearly this might make NO sense and for that im like sort of sorry but I also wrote this two years ago #which is its own apology #Ghjklghjklghjkl

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