also eddie: insinuates henry bower’s is stupid and a product of inbreeding and cusses patrick hockstetter out without blinking an eye.

conclusion: my child is a filter-less badass.

    “All alone today?” IT questions, lowering itself to ground, across from where the boys was. A big smile pulled up over its bucked teeth, bright golden eyes are focused and filled with nothing but mischief, “... c’mon, why don’t we find you someone to play with?”

𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖚𝖓 , 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 .     »     accepting         what makes you the most emotional about your muse?

       the one thing i harp on the most : how literally everyone who knew her when she was alive forgot about her or didn’t really care when she died and how that’s all ember wants. she wants to be loved , but then once she has that , there’s a little voice that never shuts up about the fact that it can’t be genuine. that she unwittingly tapped into her power to make someone adore her and want to spend all their time with her.

      if you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

        stop listening to your brain. people like it because you’re , y’know , cool n shit. also i would die for you.

    do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? what do you think would break their heart the most?

Carefully walking through the carnival, Eddie clings to his inhaler, swallowing rough at the utter decay and condition of the place. He shouldn’t be here, he didn’t know why he thought this would be a good idea. Maybe it would just be a fun scare – plus, the other Loser’s Club members were supposed to show up at any time, right?

The call of a voice has him starting, eyes darting into shadows as heart stutters. Eyes fall upon the clown as lower lip trembles. He takes a step back swallowing rough as he blinks – trying to remind himself that this wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real, right? Question that falls from the clown’s lips has lips parting, falling open, completely flabbergasted by it. How did it know?!

@bowerspsycho

uhm HI WIDOW. i love and stan one of you. that’s you - in case you were wondering. i’m fucking LIVING for all the eddie/patrick interactions. i’m not going to lie. you deserve a million of these right back. 

@bowerspsycho asked //  🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction

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The haunted house attraction was a new feature this year at Canal Days, it was something everyone in The Loser’s Club had been talking about. One of these days they were going to check it out, see if they could sneak in behind closed doors to get a peek. When Eddie’s mom passed on the message that Richie had called to meet him down at the festival – there wasn’t any reason for Eddie to second guess it. Maybe they had all decided it was just time to go considering it was a clear day; though it was a little odd that the invitation hadn’t just come straight from Richie himself considering they had just parted from the clubhouse together. Regardless of the oddity, Eddie easily made his way from the house, snagging his bike and heading off toward Center Street over to Canal Days.

Really, Richie had done stranger things than call to invite him places; plus, he was rather enjoying the time he and Richie had been spending together. Things were different, to say the least. A developed crush was easily blossoming and Eddie was eager to spend as much time with him as he possibly could – so a haunted house, was something he would gladly concur if it meant getting to spend some more time with him.

𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖍     »     accepting  (  1 /  5 )

              “  you’re late.  ”     twenty-seven years late , in fact. palmsflat to the hot hood of the trans am , black painted nails tapping in time tothe music coming through open windows. twenty-seven years and not a damn one’sbeen kind to him. not that he deserved any such thing       given all the things he was , all the thingshe did       even without the fugly clown’s influence. a shake of her head whipsteal hair back as she circles around to the driver’s side , arms folding torest on the open window for the generous lean into the car. it smells likedeath and decay , not unusual for patrick , and bowers , unusual if only because he’s supposed to be locked up. the radio crackles ,stations flipping by until it’s her own voice coming from the speakers.

@bowerspsycho

oaoifnaoweif I STAN AND LOVE ONE WIDOW. I ALSO STAN AND LOVE ONE PATRICK…. ok maybe i’m using love loosely. we love reading your patrick, eddie might be a little scared and tired of his bullshit. LOL. BUT YOU GET A HEY LOSER RIGHT BACK.