The Eternal Rose

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

@eternalrosx​ said: “I think I hit it!”

Monsters and Hunters Sentence Starters || Accepting!

Pennywise would have congratulated her if ITS mouth were not occupied with squirming form of one of the creatures that dared pursue them. Perhaps IT could, but the BEAST had come to understand that speaking with one’s mouth full was considered rude. Pennywise offered her an impressed ‘hmm’ around ITS meal.

 The shapeshifter had grown in size, but remained in clown form, finding it amusing to assume such a form.

After a moment, IT released the figure from ITS mouth, clutching the wriggling beast tight in ITS grasp so they didn’t get away, “–Good. See if you can kill it now–” Pennywise said, and shoved ITS prey back into ITS mouth, playing with ITS food rather than actually eating it. 

After all, hunting prey was something IT greatly enjoyed, so supporting IT felt the right thing to do at this moment. Killing however... Bessa simply couldn't jump over her shadow.

"Penny, I am sorry but I don't think I can kill it... The simple act of hitting this creature was already grating for me... I am the goddess of life after all... Death is more your speciality..."

She touched the creature with her shoe, shoving it gently aside,not wanting to touch it. "One thing is for certain, these little creatures are a pain to deal with..."

||       Let me share a memory with you                Imprisoned in the sound        Let us dream away together                Every single note is bound to send A flower from this world to whither with a smile     ||

@eternalrosx​  ♡’d for starter

IT raced through the streets of Derry completely unnoticed by the humans that lived there, clutching ITS latest prey tightly in ITS jaws. The cow wasn’t for IT though, BESSA had mentioned something about needing beef for a recipe and the creature had taken it upon ITSELF to get it for her fresh. 

And how much fresher could one get than a cow that was still alive, just barely?

The form IT currently used was a gruesome hybrid of a beast, IT looked reptilian but moved like a feline and had the powerful talons of a terrible bird of prey, and a tail which was almost more like a tentacle. As much as the creature would have loved to take credit for the grotesque form, IT had copied it from a tv show IT had glimpsed while searching for food a few weeks ago. Humans had little in the way of strong points, but IT was willing to admit they invented quite excellent forms for IT to take.

At last IT arrived at the dwelling BESSA was currently staying in  –Mata– IT called telepathically, –I have something for you– IT sat down in the street, the cow’s blood spilling on to the pavement, and into ITS mouth. 

Cow meat honestly didn’t taste too bad, if meat were all IT needed the creature probably could stand to add them to ITS diet, but alas, humans were the only beings on this planet that fulfilled that particular dietary niche.

Given, Gan was a little irritated at first when his wife decided to make herself a small abode in the human world, but knew it had no use talking her out of it. Bessa was stubborn one way or the other. As long she was happy, he could live with it. Besides he couldn`t deny that a watch post in the other world was not a bad idea at all. Just as Bessa had finished her vegetables, she heard Pennywise calling her. She had asked IT for a little help with her cooking, asking IT to get her some beef on the way. Cleaning her hands on her apron, Bessa went outside, seeing Pennywise standing there with what looked like a living cow. She stared at both for a moment before clasping her hand in front of her mouth.

“Is that cow still alive?” Bessa asked, raising a brow. She went closer to Pennywise, still staring at the twitching bovine creature in IT`s maw. “Thank you for bringing me what i asked for, but please, end this poor beings life already, it looks like it`s suffering!”

As goddess of Life itself, she could not kill any being so IT had to do it, since she could not use a living cow for her recipe anyway. The blood that was on the pavement was sickering down the sewers which made Bessa furrow her brows.

“Why don`t you come inside? You can help me prepare this animal for dinner”

What does your muse usually smell like? Do they use colognes, body sprays or perfumes? Are they clean-smelling, or dirty?

What are your muse’s eyes like? What shape and colour are they, how long are their eyelashes? What are the qualities of their eyebrows?

What are your muse’s hands like? What is the texture of their palms, how are their fingers shaped, do they clean or cut their nails?

What is your muse’s torso area like? How wide are their shoulders, how large is their chest, do they have notable abs or a tummy?

What is your muse’s nose like? Is it large, small, button-shaped, or crooked? Are their nostrils large or small?

Does your muse have any scars? What are their qualities, how do they feel to touch, where did they come from? Are they permanent, or will they fade?

How tall is your muse and how much do they weigh? Are they built, muscular, fat, or skinny? Do they have much control over how they appear?

What features does your muse share with their parents? Have they inherited anything prominent or notable, like hair colour?

What are your muse’s arms like? Do they have muscles or prominent veins, are they missing a limb?

What are your muse’s legs like? Do they have thick thighs or short calves, are they missing a limb?

Does your muse have any tattoos or marks? What do they look like, where are they positioned, what is the story behind them?

What is your muse’s smile like? How full are their lips, are their teeth crooked or straight? Does their smile reach their eyes?

What is your muse’s hair like? Is it thick, thin, wavy, curly? How does it feel to touch, and do they like having it pet?

Does your muse have a lot of body / facial hair? Where is it prominent, how does it feel? Do they shave?

Does your muse have any birthmarks, stretch marks, freckles, or moles? Where are they?

What kind of make-up does your muse wear? Do they have a common theme or favourite brand? Does it change for different occasions?

What kind of clothes does your muse like to wear? What colours and styles do they prefer? Can you provide a real-world example or equivalent? 

@eternalrosx​  ♡’d for starter You’re getting Penny because I’m on a roll, but I might try to make a starter with Mat later too

To say that it was difficult to get close to Pennywise was something of an understatement; seeing as the creature still actively resisted BESSA’S attempts at mothering IT, most days. Even still vocalizing ITS resentment towards them from time to time.

Every once in a while, however, there came a moment when the Goddess’s patience was rewarded with proof that her efforts to show the BEAST that IT could be loved were not in vain.

Such was the case now, as Pennywise drew ITS fingers across the tattered keys of the dusty piano in the Neibolt house. Despite the sorry state of the instrument, the notes managed to maintain a haunting beauty as the clown preformed a private concert for BESSA. Though some of that haunting was the slow, atmospheric melody IT played, a self taught overture Pennywise had spent many lonely hours piecing together by ear.

Playing this piano and writing this song was one of the few joys the creature had outside of ITS love of killing and consuming. If anything could be considered progress in their relationship, it was that Pennywise wanted to share it with BESSA.

After a few long minutes, Pennywise held the final eerie notes of ITS masterpiece and slowly released them. As the music faded, the clown turned to BESSA with a rare, genuine smile. “–What do you think, Mata–?” IT asked, clearly proud of the ghoulish melody IT had invented and seeking the Goddess’s approval. Even trying to butter her up a bit by using the pet name IT had come up with for her. 

She felt to wear it because today it was one of these rare moments where Pennywise showed her that all the effort she put in gaining IT`s trust, were slowly starting to work out, much to the goddesses delight. She had been invited to IT`s home, the Neibolt House, in Derry. Bessa had a faible for the small town in Maine, altough she knew that darkness lied deep beneath the city, she felt a certain connection with it either way.

Dusting off a chair that was standing in close proximity to the piaono IT currently sat in front of, Bessa sat down and quietly listened to Pennywise`s selfmade tune, something IT seemed to be insanely proud of, something Bessa adored utterly, because it was so rare, it always felt special when IT opened up like that towards her. The tune itself was rather eerie, yet at the same time she found a liking to it`s melancholy, knowing that Pennywise had chosen that certain kind of music for a reason. Closing her eyes to fully embrace the music, Bessa smiled as she could feel all the emotion and raw power Pennywise had put in this single piece of music. When he was finished and turned around to her, eagerly asking how she had liked it, Bessa gave him the brightest smile she could muster, clapping her hands excited.

“Oh Penny, this was beautiful, i love it! Although a little eerie at times, it is absolutely lovely. I am really proud of you!” The goddess was not shy from giving Pennywise praise when IT deserved it. “Who`ve had thought that you`ve got such an affinity for music, i am pleasantly surprised~” She added, standing up from her seat and walked over to Pennywise casually.

“Why don`t we make music together? Working on a shared goal can sometimes help to strengthen bonds, maybe we can do so as well. I want to spend time with you, doing things like this...” Bessa exclaimed, sitting down at Pennywises side, putting a delicate hand on IT`s larger one.

“Let us create something wonderful, something that combines your and my philosophy, creating something new, exciting and beautiful even” She added, looking at Pennywise with a gentle expression.