It's been a derry Christmas, but now it's a brand new FEAR
i don’t know what i did to deserve thisbut god damn, i love you guys sm
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It's been a derry Christmas, but now it's a brand new FEAR
i don’t know what i did to deserve thisbut god damn, i love you guys sm

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Hey, sorry for the radio silence; went through a really tough depressive patch & I’m kinda taking it slow to get back into writing.
I have honestly no recollection of following your blog. Nor where it came from. But the anon and Christmas response fucking has me wheezi NG
We all follow bccpbeep down here.
Don't you mean have a DERRY CHRISTMAS
banned
it makes it less cluttered, and you can only fit so much CLOWN FUCKING QUALITY in each line/paragraph
gotta have room for some good clown-fucker-indulgence

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What happens when cannibals go to a comedian show? They have feasts of fun.
A great grin finds itself, curling along the crimson-painted lips of the creature, this world-eater, as a chuckle tears itself from between ancient vocal folds. “ Oohhh-hhoh-hoh-haa--!! Yes, yes--- “Saliva, thick & viscous, dribbles down, off of Pennywise’s chin, as he swallows h a r d, & finds the words for a returned joke: “ What... did the cannibal get... when he arrived... ooh-hoh-hah-hah!! Late to dinner??? THE COLD SHOULDER!!! “
If that anon can only bitch about you pressing enter in your sentences ince in a while, they're grasping at straws. Personally I like your blog??
thank you thank you!!! I do realize that I have no sense of aesthetic for this blog, really, & I’m terribly shitty at formatting, but I think the way I write can be very poetic, so frankly they can suck my entire clowny ass. Thank you very much for your kindness, my friend <3
Hitting Enter after every 4-7 words doesn't make your stuff look longer or "aesthetic".
Sending anon hate doesn’t make your asks matter or look ‘cool’
Excuse me Mr. Clown, are you feeling alright?
In the dark, an animalistic snort, ( a deep rumbling, like a growl. )Somewhere, in the dripping darkness of the sewers, the clown shakes his head ( jingling the bells of his suit. ) He won’t answer-- He’s not good. But he’ll be fine, he supposes.
Hey, sorry for the radio silence; went through a really tough depressive patch & I’m kinda taking it slow to get back into writing.

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❝ oh, what’s the matter? surprised to see i made it out of your little death trap? ❞ || bowerspunk!
meme (?) || CLOSED || @bowerspunk
There’s a growl in the air, the stench of blood & bile & something much, much older. Something much more vile. ( Something d e c a y i n g. ) Blood smears & drips down, off crimson lips, & off-white ruffles, a mixture of fresh scarlet & drying browns, the rusted remains of what was once HUMAN. [ On the ground, scattered about, ] an array of INNARDS; an intestine here, a kidney there, ( a misplaced left hand, with tiny fingers & torn flesh. ) Among it all, bathed in blinding darkness, the CLOWN, ( his gloved hands curled to fists at his sides, ) a growl bubbling in the pit of his chest. Somewhere, in the distance, there is the singing of children. oranges & lemons say the bells of st clement’s “ ... made it out ??? ...... es.....cap....ed.... ?? “ you owe me five farthings say the bells of st. martin’s “ Does Vics.... think that?? Thinks he won ?? Thinks he’s.... s a f e ??? “ The singing is closer, now, ( louder, ) accompanied by the horrible splashing of many somethings dropping into the water. In the darkness, the clown S M I L E S. “ Wanna bets his life?? “ here comes the candle to light you to bed “ Pennywise bets... he’ll f l o a t. “ & here comes the chopper to chop off your h e a d.
sadisticsolferino:
“I’d be interested to know what that word means to you, clown.”
The clear difference in his mannerisms should have been warning enough, really. Not that the stranger would know it. None of the cheerfulness. Not even an attempt at pleasantries. Just a cold flatness, like the cutting edge of one of his knives.
“You play your part well, but you have the eyes of a predator.”
Something TWISTS, something ( changes ) & the expression on the clown shifts. As soon as the hurt had come, it is gone again, curling into a SPLITTING SMILE, like a festering wound, ( like a tear in his face that refuses to heal ) Bucked teeth GLIMMER as saliva, ( thick, sticky strings of it ) dribble down, down, off plump bottom lip, & off the clown’s-- the CREATURE’S-- chin. “ Oh ?? “ Its voice is tinny, something HIGH, & playful, & CURIOUS, even as his head tilts, bouncing perfectly coiffed hair & jingling the tiny bells of his suit, “ Pats knows, does he? “ The clown LOOMS, gloved hands flexing at his sides, even as he leans FORWARD, closer, ( closer ) “ Takes a monster to know a monster, doesn’t it, Pats?? “
slides forward a chocolate bar shaped like a child
GOLDEN GAZE lingers upon the object this ( stranger ) has pushed toward him, [ all deep browns & shiny wrappers, sweet smelling like the facade the clown himself puts up to mask the stench of death. ] Human confectioneries, as useless as they were tooth-rotting, unable to quench the great HUNGER that tore ( day & night ) at the inside of this IMPECCABLE BEAST. & yet his head tilts, ( as little bells jingle, ) & the clown, for a moment, CONSIDERS. Perhaps it would not end his STARVATION... but Pennywise has no qualms against human sweets, &, if one truly were able to get him to admit it, ( this monster quite enjoys them, when he’s the chance to. ) The shape, he supposes, is an added bonus. Gloved hand darts out as pupils DILATE, & one eye d r i f t s, somewhere to the side. Great maws open wide as rows of razor-sharp teeth are bared, gleaming with saliva that gathers at the corners of his mouth, & trails, sticky, down his chin. ( The chocolate, wrapper & all ) is devoured, & with a satisfied SNARL, a long, inhuman tongue slides out, & traces the edges of crimson-painted lips as the clown gives a G I G G L E, & a sweeping bow of gratitude.
sadisticsolferino:
“That isn’t my name, and I usually don’t waste my time on animals.”
Bottom lip, painted CRIMSON, juts out, ( a pout ) as clear blue eyes take on a look of CONCERN, & perhaps, even, hurt. “ No needs to be m e a n. Just tryn’a make friends. “
Can you, uh. Feel all sorts of emotions or what.
Crimson painted nose WRINKLES, as lips curl back against uneven, yellowed bucked teeth. ( The creature makes a sound, ) A sort of GURGLING, in the very back of his throat, that suggests DISTASTE, as the white-fainted head SHAKES, tossing about red-hued tufts of hair. “ Feel!!! “ It echoes, like a CHILD, in a way, ( but somehow more mocking ) golden eyes squinting under curved brows, even as it waves a hand, dismissively, “ Pah!! Pennywise feels-- Of course, of course of course!! Doesn’t like feeling, no. Has no use for any ‘f’them besides H U N G E R--! “

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Gives Penny’s nose a kiss. (Sorry. I had to.
@herxhighnessxthexmurderess
The clown REELS BACK, with a sharp C R Y, brows curving downwards as nose WRINKLES in disgust-- ( Like the gesture had HURT him ! ) It had not. He GAGS, He snorts. He blows air from between crimson-painted lips. His head shakes, once, twice, like a perturbed a n i m a l, the bells of his suit jingling. “ N o !! “ His voice, a great rumble in his chest, tearing itself from his lips, ( furious, ) offended, remaining at least an arm’s distance away as both gloved hands move up, ( desperate ) to wipe at his nose like there is something vile remaining. “ No, no, no! Not allowed! None of that--- !!! No, no, no. Disgusting, r e p u l s i v e ! “
Did you hear about the Italian chef that died? He pasta away
Giggles, giddy & childish find crimson lips as bucked teeth bare into a (bemused) grin, eyes squinting with j o y, nose crinkling with the l a u g h t e r. “ Ohh--hahaahuho! Oh, yes, yes!!! Perhaps, though, about the... Italian spy?? Yes?? His.... c o m r a d e s... thought he was.... g e n u i n e. But it turns out he was merely an imPASTA. “