#clownkilled

[soleminisanction]

3 & 8

3. How many children does Batman have in Canon.

Five. Dick, Jason, Cass, Tim and Damian. Duke isn't his kid, he sees Bruce as a mentor and a friend, and Steph and Babs both have living parents who aren't internationally wanted professional murderers. Helena Wayne of Earth-2 is the child of a different Bruce Wayne but there's the potential for her to be a thing later in this timeline as well.

8. (similiar to 3 but different) who do you consider main batfam.

Dick, Babs, Cass, Tim, Duke, Damian, and reluctantly Jason. I honestly preferred Jason as a villain, but I have accepted that the tides of canon have turned against me on that one. I do think you could cut Damian without losing anything of value though.

Huntress is part of the main fam in my heart but she's been apart from them long enough that it seems odd to include her.

The extended Bat-fam includes Kate, Helena, Steph, Harper, Jean-Paul, possibly Maps, possibly Gotham Girl, Ghost Maker, Luke Fox, that Vietnamese kid with the mohawk helmet (Clownkiller? I didn't read Joker War, sorry), and Anarky.

[pagetorn]

          They were friends. At one point, Bill considered @clownkilled​ to be his best friend. How did they fall out of touch so easily? Why did they never pick up the phone and give each other a call? He doesn’t like the sour taste in his mouth and the pit in his stomach. He never thought he could forget his friends the way he did. Now, they’re all together and memories flood his brain where no barricade can hold them back. ❝ H-How did we let this happen... ❞ He feels the stutter on his tongue and it feels foreign and familiar all at the same time. Gaze lowers to look at his hands; scars from the time he almost let a picture take him cover his fingers. He forgot how he got them, but Richie was there. He knows the truth, just as Bill knows deep down. ❝ This isn’t h-how it’s supposed to buh-be... ❞  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻

[spiritdreamt]

@clownkilled​ said: i’m  just  gonna  wander  around  until  i  wake  up  or  die .

           ‘ YEAH , WELL , BAD NEWS :  YOU’RE AWAKE. ’    though she definitely wishes he was dreaming. if he can see the creepy woman in the corner ,  that means she’s drawing power from somewhere, and percy doesn’t think it’s from her. she’d know if it was, would feel the steady drain on her body—and she doesn’t.  and if this ghost isn’t drawing power from somewhere, she’s much too big and bad for percy to handle.  ‘ does she look solid to you ?  ‘cause they all look solid to me. ’   this isn’t how she pictured richie finding out that she can see ghosts, but hey ! could be worse !  maybe !    and then it does get worse :  the woman’s head twitches ,  somehow managing to convey the effect that she’s staring at them even though her face is shrouded in shadow.  percy jolts , grabbing richie’s arm.  ‘  fuck—okay, i suggest that we slowly back away, ‘cause if you can see her i don’t think i’ve got what it takes to make her fuck off. ’

[toysurgeon]

“   i had a ham salad for lunch but my fingers smell like fish. weird.  ”

had richie said anything but that,   it wouldn’t have garnered half the response it did from the boy who moved to derry only a few months prior.  and for what he thinks might be the first time in his life,   (  well,  except for that one time when he saw his toys come alive,  )   he was rendered completely speechless.  jaw drops slightly,  lips parting,  too stunned to even laugh in the other kid’s face before he shifts back in the seat of his desk,  staring blankly upon.  what was wrong with this kid ?      ❛❛    you know,  you should really keep shit like that to yourself.    ❜❜      he leans forward,  about to draw something in his notebook before pencil drops,  attention turning back towards.  intrigued.      ❛❛    what’s a ham salad anyway ?    ❜❜      —      @clownkilled​​​​

[oathfeared]

sometimes  he  wondered  how  richie  got  himself  in  such  situations  and  why  he    pushed  and  pushed  until  someone  lashed  out.  this  time  it  happened  to  be  mike.  of  course,  mike  didn't  mean  it..  they  were  all  stretched  really  thin  and  it  was  a  good  idea  that  he  had  showed  up  when  he  had  even  though  that  alone  had  been  a  lot  of  effort  on  his  own  part.

then  again,  maybe  richie  shouldn't  have  mimicked  the  very ��clown  that  had  tormented  them.

a  roll  of  his  eyes  came  and  stan  sighed  softly.  "you  kind  of  asked  for  it."  there  was  amusement  written  all  over  his  face  and  it  just  covered  the  fear  that  had  been  there  since  he  had  stepped  back  into  derry.  reaching  out,  he  grasped  richie's  face  in  his  hands  and  brought  him  in  closer  so  he  can  take  a  closer  look  at  his  face.  "c'mere.  let  me  look."  he'd  always  been  gentle  with  richie.  a  low  whistle  came  from  him.  "he  sure  clocked  you  good,  didn't  he?  we'll  have  to  get  you  some  ice  when  we  get  back."  thumbs  lingered  on  cheeks  before  realization  hit  and  hands  dropped  away  with  an  almost  silent  apology.  

"we  should  get  back.  i'm  sure  they're  looking  for  us."  the  closeness  was  nice,  and  familiar  but  also  confusing  and  stan  wasn't  exactly  great  with  the  feeling.  

@clownkilled​ 

[contrariian-archive]

@clownkilled​ said: i  know  this  can  be  a  little  overwhelming ,  but  you’ll  get  used  to  it .

       ‘ FUCK OFF, ’  SHE SAYS, BUT THERE’S no heat to the words & her mouth quirks into a little smile at his appearance. it’s her first genuine smile in over an hour, her first since felix conway walked into the room. she know he hasn’t seen her because he hasn’t approached her yet—and if she has her way, he won’t. grabbing two flutes of champagne off of a passing tray, she passes one to richie and downs the other with a speed usually reserved for shots of cheap vodka. then she takes him by the elbow, rotating him in the vague direction of her ex-boyfriend.  ‘ see the guy over there—the one talking to amy schumer ? ’  she wrinkles her nose.  ‘ he would be why i’m standing in the corner like i’ve never seen this many famous people before. ’   once she’s sure he knows who she’s talking about, she turns him again so felix doesn’t catch them staring.   ‘ felix conway. laura’s dad. my ex. i don’t know why he’s here, but i’m not in the mood to play social niceties with him, so. ’  she gestures vaguely around her, her isolated little bubble in a party that she’d normally be flitting through, making small talk and cracking jokes.

IF YOU’RE A DEVIL, HOW COME YOU’RE NOT WEARING PRADA?

[desafia]

@clownkilled​​ sent: “ it’s not something i usually talk about,  because it’s not something most people can understand.  ”

              there might be a lot of things in this life she does not fully understand.  there are things about being in the world she is either learning or remembering how it works.  but when it comes to the heavy things,  the real things shrouded in darkness and unspeakable emotions,  that she understands.  more than anything,  she easily comprehends what it is to have matters which seem to be better buried deep rather than feebly attempt to verbalize.  and he knows that.  she knows he does.  magnolia wordlessly reaches forward to place her hand on his forearm.  fingers lightly curl to give a gentle,  reassuring squeeze.  small smile is offered before she scoots closer and tilts her head to rest against his shoulder.   ❝  i get it,  ❞  she murmurs quietly  ❝  things...inside.  you.  don’t alw—ways.  make sense.  outside.  ❞  sometimes she wishes everyone had the ability to just push the little images and feeling in their mind into other’s.  it would be a much easier form of communication.  

[diamondols]

keres  had  to  admit  that  derry  was  the  strangest  of  the  three  towns  she'd  been  to  as  of  late.  jerusalem's  lot  had  just  felt  like  home  with  the  almost  cult  like  following  and  ludlow  was  just  plain  evil.  evil  she  could  do,  it  was  pretty  straight  forward  and  she  knew  what  it  felt  like  and  generally  keres  didn't  fuck  with  pure  and  unadulterated  evil.  it  tended  to  stick  to  her  like  tar  and  she  just  didn't  have  the  time  nor  the  resources  to  cleanse  herself  of  that.

but  derry?  everyone  was  just...  she  really  didn't  have  a  word  for  it.  it  was  like  the  whole  town  was  replaced  with  creepy  pod  people  and  it  was  too  bad  that  she  had  a  policy  of  not  exploiting  the  spirits  for  clout  or  she  would  have  probably  spent  her  time  broadcasting  things  she  was  seeing.  but  that  was  just  bad  juju  waiting  to  happen.  

seated  upon  the  bannister  that  circled  the  bed  and  breakfast,  she  brought  the  cigarette  to  her  lips  and  closed  her  eyes  after  lighting  the  tip.  keres  hadn't  slept  since  she  stepped  foot  in  derry  and  it  was  beginning  to  take  its  toll  on  her.  the  exhaustion  was  seeping  into  her  very  bones  and  she  stretched  her  spine  just  a  bit  and  rolled  her  head  as  she  heard  someone  come  out  onto  the  porch.  "i  know,  i  know.  it'll  kill  me.  i'm  too  young  to  wreck  my  body..  i've  heard  it  all,  trust  me.  but,  i'll  put  it  out,  give  me  a  second."  not  seeing  who  it  was,  but  that  didn't  stop  the  mildly  grumpy  words  from  falling  from  her  lips.  

@clownkilled​ 

[notstpd-a-blog]

       forehead creases in confusion, the pen marks deface the pages laid before her - the subject is one she’s already unsure of. no time spent in school and suddenly she was placed in his presence. a tutor. a finger moves, tracing the lines and blinking slowly. gaze settles on his face,     “what is this?”

@clownkilled

[rhavendell]

Shadow War Zone #1

[spiritdreamt]

@clownkilled​ said: i’m  gonna  go  punch  a  wall  with  my  head .

            ‘ I FEEL BAD FOR THE WALL, ’   percy says without looking up from her laptop screen, though she reaches out with slender fingers to grab hold of his shirt before he can stand up and ( quite literally ) run with the bit.  ‘ no—good bit, though, i appreciate your dedication to the craft—but don’t get up. i think i’m getting somewhere. ’   she stares at the empty word document for a moment, then:   ‘ maybe. or maybe i just don’t want to be left alone to my writer’s block when you take the easy way out and turn yourself into a vegetable. selfish , i know——actually , could that be something ?  like, uh . . . ’    she finally looks at richie ,  wiggling her fingers as she tries to find the right words with which to frame her thought.   ‘ like , a guy’s wife finds out he’s had a secret family this entire time ,  and to get out of the situation he does . . .  something , i don’t know what yet , and it makes him comatose ?  and now his two families have to learn to coexist as they ,  like ,  fight over whether or not to pull the plug and also who gets the vacation home in the hamptons ? ’

[amazingevie]

I need it to be known.

If I were to make a list of people I love most in the world @justanothernonny would be damn close to the top. I’d kill for her, I’d die for her and if I had to pick a friend to be maid of honour at my wedding, it would be her. She’s been there for me through childhood and through all my best and worst times.

But I would willingly sacrifice her to any gods I needed to if it meant I would get my IT supercut with a Reddie kiss sooner rather than later and I think it’s important to admit that.

[contrariian-archive]

@clownkilled​ said: “This obituary is filled with errors - most importantly - I AM NOT DEAD!“

          SHE SETS HER MIMOSA ASIDE, LEANING over to peer at the offending document. the title, in large, bolded print, reads TRASHMOUTH TRAGICALLY TAKEN.    ‘ you gotta give them points for alliteration, ’  percy says as she scans the obituary, stabbing blindly at her plate of home fries. she’s too engrossed in the poorly written article to bother trying to actually look at her food, except for when it’s time to actually bring the fork to her mouth. the last thing she needs is some wayward paparazzo to snap a photo of her spilling food all over herself—not that she cares, but her agent would definitely call and gripe about her image.   ‘ god, you’re right, ’  she says around a mouthful of potato,  ‘ this is awful.  i mean, even if you were dead—they spelled your name wrong halfway down the page, look— ’   taps at the paper with one painted nail, where the author has written that mr. tozeir was beloved by fans. the english major inside percy cries out at the lack of editing. the comedian inside her laughs at the absurdity of the whole situation.

           ‘ at least take some solace in knowing that when you do die, i’ll be the one to write your heart-wrenching, poetic, actually edited obituary. and anyway, look on the bright side: they just handed you a new bit on a silver platter. ’   in a half-assed impression of him:   ‘ i really knew i’d made it when the daily news falsely reported my death. i even made front page ! granted, it was because i’d apparently died in a— ’  she squints at the small newsprint, choking on a laugh when she sees the listed cause of death  ‘ —a freak strip club accident, but still ! ’

SOMETIMES WORDS ARE NOT ENOUGH

[jespertheklaun]

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[diamondols]

tag drop / Eddie Kaspbrak ( pt two / dyn tags )

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