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My Opinion on;

Character in general: let me just type a paragraph about richie tozier real quick but he’s at the top of my list. he’s a funny little dude who uses jokes to sort of cope with the world around him and he doesn’t like to take things too seriously because then they feel all too real and sometimes that shit is hard to deal with. he’s just so important and the fact he is afraid of being forgotten is so relatable. also the only one afraid of clowns and he still managed to kick that clown’s ass. my favorite superhero is richie tozier.How they play them: spot on. i can’t sugarcoat how accurate this portrayal is because if i did the point wouldn’t get across so - like... think of sitting in the theater watching the movie and everything richie says is from everything sona ever writes. i’m so mesmerized at how sona’s writing is able to give me the impression that i’m watching an actual scene.The Mun: sona and i have been pals for a whole year now and i can honestly say i’ve never had a friend like them. they’re always afraid of how their portrayals are but in my mind they’re all perfect even when the going gets tough and hopefully someday that potential will be noticed. fucking amazing kiddo, this one.

Do I:

RP with them: of course ??????? i hurt richie on a daily basis----Want to RP with them: fuck yeah.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: OVER nine thousand.

          it’s the sound of bone cracking - crushed between gnashing teeth. the sound of flesh being ripped away from body and strewn about on the floor. the dripping of blood continuously seeping from the edge of the bed and tip… tap… tip… tapping on the floor. the crisp screams, the fear that FLOATS through the air like an invisible fuel flowing directly into the opened mouth of IT.

          a glove-covered hand is pressed to richie’s chest, splattered in crimson here and there. the ruffled collar of a faded outfit soaked to the seams in red - red - RED. tears streaming from behind a pair of cracked glasses - broken in the middle so that the left side has fallen to the comforter on the other side; away from the terror. tears only make the meal saltier; juicier when mixed with the saliva stretched from shoulder to unhinged jaw.

          even though the pole is long, the ability to bend a child’s reality to IT’s will is strong enough for one hand to snatch the end poking at IT’s face and pull until feet start disappearing in tens digits. IT’s laugh is splitting - joyful and spiked with dark undertones that nearly make it sound layered. IT sees this as a game.