Hello penny *hugs tightly and kisses he's forehead*
The clown entity grew soft. How odd, these gentle and fond emotions- it was not familiar with them. It pondered over the intensity and vulnerability that carried through these feelings. It shook as chills overcame 𝚒𝚝𝚜 tall, gangly frame and knelt down after a brief pause. Its gaze met yours and with a gentle purr muttered, “It's sooo, nice to see you again, friend. I missed you.“
[Just placed an anon representation here for an easier fill in, so it's a universal feeling for everyone! We love all of ya! ~UwU-Mod Rabid]
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IT whines dramatically, a big pout on the clown painted features, “Terrible... awful... hurts...” IT whines louder, shifting around in the nest. Nuzzling into the cloths and old toys, before flopping out IT’s long arms towards the other, “... make it go away.”
(Papa and Richie's kid comes to them while they are asleep, because i revisited the idea of them having a kid and i had to send this uwu) "DADDY, WAKE UP!" *punches with her small fist on Richie*
“Babycakes, what did we say about punching?” Ge groaned eyes still closed. “Penn, your daughter is assaulting me.”
Kharon's amber eyes flicker with curiosity as he looks upon the other, it was rare that he came across a being older than himself. “Are you a REAL clown?” Kharon says, smiling warmly at the other happily.
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The new arrival to Derry was finding the air strange. Heavy, with more than the humid summer heat and buzz of cicadas. She felt on edge and couldn’t puzzle out why. New places never made her nervous, but an unease had settled over her since her feet first brought her wandering into Derry. The town smelled of discarded things, musky clothes and rusted bikes, broken dolls and ripped raincoats. A whiff of rain on the wind, a hint of blood and rot, too slight for any human nose to perceive.
Kin? No, she couldn’t sense any of her kind nearby.
Something was there though, something she’d never encountered in her many millennia walking the Earth.
She wanted to know what, her unease didn’t serve as a deterrent to seeking it out, whatever it was. She wandered all over town, the many missing posters not going unnoticed by her. In a wooded area she found a creek, walking along the shallows with her bare feet, following the ribbon curve of the creek for a while, before a glimmer of sun upon a larger body of water caught her eye through the trees. She found a large pond, access into the sewers standing at the other end.
She moved swiftly to it, seeing a deflated red balloon discarded at the entrance. Into the dark she prowled, requiring no light to navigate by. She saw just fine in the gloom, favoring it over the bright sunlight. Deeper and deeper she ventured, humming 99 Red Balloons as she went.
There was a quiet that predated the early morning here in Derry. The center of its heart seemed to hum like a sleeping man jesting for a yawn, the old houses crouching in their squaller just inches from the new ones. How quiet the birds would be, roosting above naked branches and dusted leaves. How quaint the bogs, their mushy underbellies carrying off the sediment of nearly five thousand years back down and deeper into the earth like a practiced machine. Of course, these were not the things that interested Jr.
Quite the opposite, really.
His mind was focused on other things, his interest keening on the purr of heavy-duty trucks circling the outer of Derry Heights where they would idle near the canal until Saturday. The festival would start then. It happened every mid-year or so but when it happened, all of the town's energy seemed to go towards that ravenous spot just at the center. And what did they do there at that festival? What was it they were all laughing at? What caused the lights to flair at half-mass and burst right at the stroke of midnight? One way to find out.
Of course, he had no intention of letting his majesty know what he was up to. No, he hadn't the patience to start explaining himself or the plans he had in the works. There were some things, many things in fact, that the old geezer just seemed too hardheaded to understand. He was nearing the long-ended mouth of the sewer drain when a noise came to his cognition. Something moving, something disturbing the water. Jr was quick to round that other corner, stealing himself in one of those half-piped drainage cases as if he had been there that whole time. Out of sight, out of mind.
You see my dear friend a lot of people here will throw the bomb on your way if you have different visions or arts. The most despised by me form is to tell the hate and the negative stuff via Anon, this person is either kid that suffers themselves or a person that doesn’t have a personal life and envy your abilities! I deleted all my Pennywise arts because I saw, no one wants to see them there’s always gonna be someone better than me and I’m a shy person to approach artists and talk to them or sometimes they have a lot of stuff and your ask gets forgotten or deleted! I did many fan-arts and received things like “Oh you must have spent a lot on this!” “Erm, thank you you shouldn’t have” barely, barely-there were people that were kind and really appreciated what are you doing so yeah, I decided I WILL stay in Pennywise fandom, Pennywise made my life happy, he made me float in a happy way. I am succumbing to him and The Clown Family. And I won’t leave if it even means to be like Pennywise- being alone here. But please my dude DO NOT LISTEN TO THE VOICES, follow what you love and what you want to do, for everything there’s a time and place to happen. THIS TOO SHALL PASS!
