emerges from the sewers readi 2 chow down
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he felt like he was unraveling at the seams. nothing was working, this sentence, fuck that, he wasn’t even sleeping properly. the world felt off, in a way he can’t know, but can only feel. the skies at night look dark, uninviting, voidesque. his mind prickled and reached out, retreated and concealed itself. and he dreamed, oh yes, terrible violent dreams that felt ALL TOO real. he could swear sometimes he was out of his body, floating. somewhere he had read about some new age bullshit that he barely gave credence to, perhaps he’d believe in that before going to another church again.
the voice, inside stabs him sharp. he recoils, hands holding tightly onto his pen. he remembers the dark liquor he has stored away in the cabinet; maybe a drink would quiet it. but it’s louder, as if there’s a broken hinge, an access door. he shakes his head, feeling and KNOWING in his mind what it is, but his heart refuses, his reality rebukes IT.
( interesting how that takes a form . . . )
but it doesn’t connect, even with the presence reaching out to him. it’s wrong, not supposed to happen. impossible. there are CHECKS and B A L A N C E S.
( unless the balance is off. )
there is an order.
( the order is gone. )
he grumbles, scrapping the paper before him and sets to write yet again.
haunted distant voices taunt and tease . LIKE TENDRILS AGAINST THE WALLS OF THE MIND . the shift felt in the mind , like this draining of energy , it’s enough to vibrate in the soundless starscape of space . ( CAN’T WRITE , NEVER LEARNED NO HOW !! ) . paper scrunches up for the umpteenth time , failed words , aborted ideas forgotten as quickly as formed , leading the mind nowhere but in worn , exhausted circles .
it had awoken , but oh so very briefly , a cosmic cold wind blew through derry that day . yes it had awoken , wounded , tender , still connected to the boy who had almost slain it . it could see the denbrough boy , a boy who is now a man , papers askew ; it watches from his eyes , it mocks .
( NOT SAFE . OLD FUCKER DIED , THAT SO !! HYUCK - HYUCK , FEEL THE DARKNESS NOW . FEEL THE ETERNAL . ) whispered hushed words . too brief , can’t focus . though they did titter on madness .
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the passage of time is foul against human bodies . smooth flesh befalls with usage , creasing and folding , joints groan after moving them through ones whole life . pathetic , watching ones self rot year after year . yet , age was not a concept stricten to those of earth ; even in the great beyonds of mortality and galaxies , those whom are much ancient than the ticking of time itself are beholden to what the universe wills for itself ( ka ) .
although asleep , it feels the passing of another akin to itself . it may sleep , but it dreams , it feels all , and sees all ; senses what others cannot sense . but HE could , HE always did , HE who wills his mind to do the unimaginable , HE who touched it in ways it never believed possible .
yes , HE felt it , the death ( THE TURTLE ) . it was well aware that THE WRITER was still alive , oh how it could sense his mind . how , unbeknownst to his stupid and ignorant mind , that he was tuning his mind in ways other mortal fools would merely dream of ; yet , it made him easier to access . his mind venerable to its presence .
( can’t w r i t e b - b - b - billy ?? )
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FATHER FORGIVE ME - - - FOR I HAVE SINNED.
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prickles of frost bloom like pedals ‘cross panes of glass , a winter’s chill breathes itself to life , there was an awful bout of silence in the room , a blue glow settles into the environment , water ceasing and freezing to faucets . life - less eyes stare onward , ice formed along dead and still features , hair frozen and clung to the sides of gaunt cheeks . in a blinking flash , violet lips stretch into a wide , hollow smile , a death smile , teeth a vibrant yellow against dead flesh .
“ rowan !! oh , child . how could a daughter ever forget her mother ?? “ the voice was as cold as the room , great puffs of mist bellowed out from her mouth , it was beyond cold .
“ you killed me , rowan !! yes you did , but i float now . yes child , i float with everyone else down there . “ a stiff and rotted index finger pointed towards the drain of the sink . “ i float with the rest -- -- i float with . . . legion !! “ corners of lips hook into that still , dead grin , eyes lolling in their sockets back to rowan . “ come join us , sweetheart . mother misses you . “ @girlsguilt
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LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER IF WE’RE MUTUALS !!
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Shelob and the Hobbits | Torech Ungol | Third Age
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i've never read the books so was wandering is it ever said why IT chooses derry as its hunting grounds ?
regardless of what the novel says , i’ll chalk it up to Fate . derry is very much like any small town , in any state . it could have landed anywhere , and the concept of the story wouldn’t have changed in the slightest . i believe that fate had a lot in store for what would become derry , maine . i mean very important cosmic / universal / alternate realities bullshit happens in derry in the novel Insomnia ; derry is the main setting , much like it is for IT . one might suggest that it was pulled there unexpectedly . it’s hard to say for certain to be honest . purposeful or accidental , that’s up for you to decide .
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pennywise : food expirations ?? my food never expires ; old or young , human still Tasteey .
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i think an important aspect to know when it comes to IT , is mimicry . there’s facets to it that are not actually apart of it . devouring its prey isn’t a necessity , it’s an act that it has formed over time , something it learned from its environment . unlike most cosmic beings that are similar to it , it watches , and learns . not because humans ( or other animals on earth ) are intriguing and are a source of wealth , but because it is adaptable . a lot of what it has taken is from observing humans and their nastiness ; the darkest parts of their minds . formless , shapeless , and glamourless , over time it evolved itself , it learned to become an excellent hunter . from the novel implications , this is the first physical manifestation of it . thus it had to accumulate to its climate .
casting one into the deadlights is its true form of feeding . when bill den.brough enters the void , there’s a moment where he’s almost swallowed into the deadlights , he’s being dragged further and further away and into this unknown darkness . luckily , he pulls himself to . but in a hypothetical story , bill would have been surely casted into the deadlights . his energy , his mind , his aura would have died . leaving a shell of his physical mind . that action would have ‘ fed ’ it . physically though , it would have still pecked and eaten parts of bill’s body . not because it has to , but because it’s a physical manifestation , there’s a disconnect between its physical body and the cosmological being its connected to ; if that makes sense . to put it into better words , it wouldn’t have physically eaten bill in space ( lmao ) , his energy / consciousness being casted into these deadlights is its form of true eating .
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She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind –
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you from behind !!
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hesitance perked in her voice , it could sense child - like apprehension . painted - crimson lips tug into a wide , thin smile ; who could hate the smile of a clown ?? with a swift swing of its arm , a collection of vibrant , colorful balloons appeared from what seemed like thin air , cold , cold , cold air . majestic in appearance , the glamour pulled one from the collection , a nice brightly , shining pink one . innocence played gleefully within its gaze , a light flutter of laughter escaped .
“ Awh , c’mon !! Ya don’t want to miss out on the all the fun , right ?? I bet all your friends float with me , they’re just dying for you to join us . So how about it , jane ?? Take a balloon and flooooaaaat-t-t-t !! “ @trustbitchin
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the slit was grim , a carmine open grin . claw marks streak down pale , gaunt face . oh , how she tried to breathe but all was a death wheeze , rattling and weak . azure hues glassed over like a winter’s ice over water , sheer despair filled them with wet tears , chapped and purple lips move , attempting to speak .
❛ arya . . . ❜ it spoke , weakened tone , ghastly and alone .
❛ why weren’t you there arya ?? to save your brother ?? ❜ accusation sharpened words , brow scowling ‘cross decayed features , pieces of porcelain flesh hung on end , rot was well on its way ; a walking corpse , as cold as a winters wind . feet stumbled forward , the corpse revealed a hollow grin , yellowed teeth infested with maggots , spilling from lips , covering the front of her dress .
❛ now your brother is in the deadlights , as am i , why don’t you join us ?? join us arya , you’ll never have to grow up !! ❜ @zoklotala
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