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i don’t know what i did to deserve thisbut god damn, i love you guys sm

We all follow bccpbeep down here. 

banned

 gotta have room for some good clown-fucker-indulgence 

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!!! “

 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

 Sending anon hate doesn’t make your asks matter or look ‘cool’ 

 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. 

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. 

     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?? “ 

   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. 

  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. “ 

  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--!  “ 

  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 ! “ 

  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. “