neg4tivecre3p
trapped in a clown's web for own will
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neg4tivecre3p · 11 days ago
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the terrifier fandom is dying reblog if you’re a real terrorist
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neg4tivecre3p · 11 days ago
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IT WILL CREEP YOU OUT BIG TIME
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neg4tivecre3p · 11 days ago
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oh we getting feisty 🎄
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neg4tivecre3p · 16 days ago
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𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑺🎈🎄
I hope everyone is having a great holiday so far and getting to visit with family and friends! ❤️unfortunately no snow here in Texas but hey I got a tree!
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neg4tivecre3p · 16 days ago
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he's so cute when he makes that face 🥰
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neg4tivecre3p · 16 days ago
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neg4tivecre3p · 17 days ago
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She lee on my harker till I have a realization or smth like that
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neg4tivecre3p · 18 days ago
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"Bill Denbrough believed that Henry hated him the most because he was skinny, because he stuttered, and because he liked to dress well (L-L-Look at the ff-f-fucking puh-puh-PANSY!" Henry had cried when the Derry School had had Careers Day in April and Bill had come wearing a tie; before the day was over, the tie had been ripped off and flung into a tree halfway down Charter Street)."
I think this quote summarizes part of Henry's character perfectly. He literally cried at the sight of Bill wearing a simple tie, out of the sheer misery of not being able to look as nice, but it's not surface level jealousy, it has to deal with his economical and familiar status: the kid couldn't afford it, his parents didn't care to get anything for him anyways and he probably had no idea what to become as an adult, because he had no options but to be a farmer. His violence stems from the innate fear of knowing others have way better lives than you, and you can't change that. He wants to dress well too, like Bill, wants to have good grades like Ben and be loved by his family like Mike. But he's got none of that, so hurting others makes him feel a little less inferior, because now they're suffering too. Now Bill doesn't have a nice dress either, and that makes him feel a little less isolated. He makes fun of them because deep down he wants to be like them so bad, he wants to be cared for and happy, and same reason for why he uses an insane amount of homophobic slurs, because he's gay.
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neg4tivecre3p · 18 days ago
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don't care + didn't ask + i want to know what it's like to be in the presence of that kind of evil + what goes through your brain when he's close enough to you that you feel his breath on your body + what does he smell like? when you look into his eyes. what do you see? is there a soul or
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neg4tivecre3p · 19 days ago
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Me when I'm holding the umbrella of panic that also summons a specific type of alien clown immediately after being acknowledged
I hate this so much but I was literally on an edible while I made this and the last frame was so funny to me.
Ft the awesome @neg4tivecre3p (I'm sorry I sent you an ask of it 😔 i was still high lmao)
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neg4tivecre3p · 1 month ago
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Hey!! Not sure if requests are open or not but would you please write a pennywise cuddling the reader by candlelight type thing , times are hard atm and I would like my clown boiis comfort- if not I completely understand! Thank you!!
my requests (& commissions) are open, yes!! apologies for the late response! i haven’t written penny in sooo so long… i’ll do a simple list of soft stuff! this might be rusty but here goes
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pennywise 🎈 x reader (comfort HCs)💭
pennywise does not speak words of comfort as mortals do; instead, he wraps his presence around you like a fog, the sensation both suffocating and soothing, a reminder that he is there and always watching.
his voice, usually a teasing lilt, softens to a deep, resonant hum that reverberates through your chest. “What’s this, little one? Tears? No need for those... not when I’m here.”
when the world feels too heavy, he conjures an illusion of weightlessness — floating you both above the ground in a quiet, timeless space, where neither gravity nor sorrow can reach.
cuddling by candlelight is a peculiar ritual with him; the flickering glow dances across his otherworldly features, softening the sharp angles and making him appear almost human — almost. his embrace is warm, his laughter low, as if he’s learned this way of comforting just for you.
pennywise chooses to approach comfort in a tactile manner. he has a fondness for cradling your head against his chest, gloved hand stroking your hair as if you were a treasured doll of his. his form shifts to accommodate you perfectly, his body strangely soft, like a cloud that holds you in its embrace. you hear the deep, rhythmic sound of his breathing — a heartbeat that shouldn’t exist but somehow reassures you all the same.
despite his unsettling and primal nature, he knows how to listen. his golden eyes, glowing faintly in the darkness, fix on you with an intensity that makes you feel seen in a way no one else has ever managed.
his voice shifts, soft and melodic, the guttural edge smoothed away as he murmurs, “Tell me what hurts. I’ll make it disappear—just for you.” and though his offer carries a hint of his predatory nature, there is no malice in it, only devotion.
when you cry, he does not offer tissues or platitudes. instead, he collects your tears on the tip of one elongated finger, inspecting them with childlike wonder before whispering, “Beautiful. Even your pain is beautiful.”
if fear follows you, he steps into the shadows with a growl, his clownish smile sharp and predatory. “No one frightens you but me,” he promises, his monstrous form a shield instead of a threat.
on the darkest nights, he hums a haunting tune, one that feels ancient and endless, wrapping the room in a melody that lulls you to sleep and whispers, “You are mine, and you are safe.”
thank you for reading!! 💌
you can find more of my writing here on ao3!
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neg4tivecre3p · 1 month ago
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This was so fun to make (also I was shaking the entire time)
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neg4tivecre3p · 2 months ago
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i love ppl who talk in the tags bc it satisfies my deep desire to know ppl’s opinions on everything without needing to have a conversation with them and ask. even better when it’s a side tangent that barely has anything to do with the post, or a personal anecdote, or a joke. tag talker mutuals you’re my favorite. tag talkers rise up
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neg4tivecre3p · 2 months ago
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neg4tivecre3p · 2 months ago
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Ok is anyone else freaky and weird like me? 😵‍💫
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neg4tivecre3p · 2 months ago
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this old man is taking my head
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neg4tivecre3p · 2 months ago
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Sorry for lack of art 😭 here’s some baby puff coloration examples, I was looking at irl spiders mostly for these concepts but they can pretty much be any color honestly, especially if people wanna make ocs of them hehe!
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