Some more of the Pennywise spider form. Larger than he would have been in the film, since I imagine he could grow much bigger. Along with Maturin. I would have loved to have actually seen him in the film. (I’ve read there was a scene cut where Bill briefly sees a vision of a turtle in the basement during Ritual of Chud.)
Since Derry itself serves as a portal, I included The Dark Tower in the background.
@grievanight requested some sleep paralysis Pennywise. Wrote this to Ritual Spirit by Massive Attack
WARNING: DUBIOUS CONSENT
Pain rips thru your chest. You cannot breathe. Your nails burn across your chest as the nails upon them dig thru the flesh there. Something is squeezing, a weight. Too heavy. Your ribs feel as if they are being crushed.
Your head rocks forward. Are you dreaming…… or drowning……. All is groggy nothingness. You open your eyes.
It is indeed drowning. Your glassy eyes watch the weight of countless tons of murky blue water press upon you. The ocean perhaps. And above you, floating in alien grace, an aquatic nightmare. All fins and fangs and opalescent eyes.
Bubbles foam from It’s mouth as It descends. Bony unnatural joints prickling It’s skin as It tips It’s jaws towards you. Perhaps to rend your ribs from their fleshy entombment.
It cannot be. You squeeze your eyes closed. Taste blood as your teeth pierce your inner cheek. No. The thrumming terror raises the fever in your blood to fever pitch.
But you cannot resist. The instinctive need to see the threat before you overpowers even your own natural fear. Your eyes sting from the sweat dribbling into them as they open again.
Fire. All is fire. You can smell flesh burning. Like some hellish barbecue. You scream in your mind that it isn’t human. It isn’t human.
You can hear screams of agony. So many and so strong that it blends into one concerted voice of pain.
And there It is. The same creature descending upon you. The same bony odd joints in places there should not logically be joints. No fins this time. Just a bony monster of ash and flame. A tongue, dripping melted flesh and acid blood, runs along It’s rows of razor teeth. It looks so hungry.
The heated flesh of your forearm presses into your orbital bones as you press it in. No. NO.
But you are a hapless puppet to this farce. This macabre dance of horror. You open your eyes yet again, knowing full well that you do not wish to see. But helpless to your own dreaming whim.
Darkness now. Damp. The dank stink of the grave. You can feel the worms wriggling upon your skin. But what is worse…… it is so dark that you cannot see the thing you KNOW is descending upon you. You KNOW It is there. You just cant SEE It.
Tears scald your temples as they flow from your stinging eyes. You can feel the dribble of soil upon your cheeks and the burn from it entering your vision.
And fear. Rancid bitter fear. Loneliness too. There is nothing and no one here. Save that thing. That beast which descends both in your mind and here in this darkness. No one to help you.
The sound is oddly gentle. Yet still frightening. It is inhuman, raspy, as the sound of paper being rolled across gravel.
“Such beautiful fear. Tasty. Look at you…… doing all the work.” The following laughter is dry and brittle as ancient bones.
More tears flow, yet you reach upward. Afterall…… if this monster is to kill you……. It is still HERE. Still the most solid thing you can grasp. And somehow……. All the pain you feel now…… does not compare to the veritable agony of being alone in this cacophony of noise and illusion.
You can feel the confusion of the beast as It sinks into your embrace. You wait….. oddly patient….. for It’s death blow. You throw your head back. Bare your neck. Arch your back. Expose your vitals. You want this OVER. Your emotional cortex is simply too weary to continue.
Something sticky and wet dribbles upon your chest. Saliva. You don’t know how you know what it is. But you do.
You can feel It’s snout press against your jugular vein. Like the lipless jaw of a canine skull. And the reek of old death assails your nostrils. Not the pungent gag of bloat, but the dusty cough of mummified remains. And……. Popcorn?
Reality shifts as hints of this pour thru. Circus noises. Elephants. Cheering. Whistles. Circus scents. Cotton candy. Candied apples. And yes, buttery popcorn. Even the dry feel of summer air. All a reverberating echo inside this damp cold tomb you are within. A mockery of childhood awe and joy.
It is all dark. You cant SEE.
But….. there is no longer fear. And the thing is puzzled as it shuffles into your neck.
“What is this? Where has it gone?” A long tongue slithers out to run along your jaw line.
You feel several things at once. Your hair follicles prickle at the dampness of the underground. A silken chest presses against your defensive palms. Weight settles upon your body. The thing is with you now. And….. shame. Shame as your body ignites to this stimulus. Heat coils in your abdomen at this presence.
It inhales deeply, It’s breath chill upon your neck, before freezing. And now you are pinned beneath a silk lined statue of marble.
But you know……. You are aroused…… even if against your will…….. and It can clearly smell this.
Some insipid spirit of rebellion grabs you then. Boldly, you reach up. The silk upon It’s chest feels cool underneath of your fingertips. But you do not stop. Your hands venture upward. You wish to feel the face of your killer.
You gasped as your hands make contact. Its face isn’t the skeletal maw you had felt upon your neck. It’s…….. It feels…….. HUMAN.
It is still motionless, almost in shock, as you trace It’s features, before a low and very much inhuman growl begins to bubble from It’s chest. It’s entire body vibrates from this.
You can see It’s face then. You don’t know what the light source is, or even where it is coming from. But you can see It now.
It’s a clown! But not like any you’ve seen before.
Clowns are supposed to be silly. To tickle a child’s learning mind. But this one sure isnt silly. In fact…….. It’s …….. scary and…….. oddly beautiful. Predatory. The lines cutting thru his eyes wrinkle before they touch his full lips. He looks very angry. His vermilion irises bore into yours. You aren’t behaving in the way he’s expected. And he’s very obviously NOT pleased about this.
You don’t have much time to fully register this before his angry expression melts into a leering one.
“Oh? Not fear? Silly thing. Silly girl.” It laughs almost merrily, Its bells tinkling. You can feel one of those bells bite coldly into your belly as he presses his weight into you. “Oh, but I can fix that.”
You know this statement should receive just that sentiment. Fear. But it doesn’t. Your thighs relax to allow It even closer.
A dark chuckle rumbles from It’s chest.
“So THAT is what you’re thinking of? Well……. You pathetic bags of meat are all the same, aren’t you?” It pushes It’s hips forward into yours. You can feel something beneath the silk of his trousers. It’s stiff and…… wriggling. Not human. Not at all. But your body doesn’t give a single fig. Your throat wheezes as you let out a strangled groan.
“Be still……” This is clearly a warning. “It’d be a shame to break the toy before it’s been played with.” A snorting giggle erupts from It’s lips as you feel one of It’s massive hands snake into the hair on the back of your head to grasp almost painfully. Your scalp burns at the tension.
You feel something pressing against your slit. It’s cool and wet. You want this tho…. Whatever this is. It could end you right here and now and you wouldn’t even care. Your body relaxes and your hips angle for better access.
“Please…….” Your whimper breaks into the noise of It’s silken costume.
Your helpless plea seems to have more of an effect than It would have liked. It snarls as Its hips buck forward, driving It’s inhuman cock into you.
It’s next words shear thru the haze of pleasure surrounding your body.
“Oh….. I’m afraid I’m going to break you after all, my sweet little girl.”
I meant to post this like 2 weeks ago but anywayI thought it would be fun to put together a little process gif for this one ✨ I’d really really like to do some speedpaint videos but I keep forgetting to like. actually record them so hopefully this will suffice!
Art © Aiyana-Kopa
I don’t know what clown movie you’re watching, but I very much remember Eddie not dying and instead, moving to Cali with Richie and having a big gay wedding.
Also Stan most definitely is alive and happily enjoying his life with his lovely wife and his birds.
I know what this must seem like, but this isn’t a suicide note. You’re probably wondering why I did what I did. It’s because I knew I was too scared to go back. And if we weren’t together? If all of us, alive, weren’t united? I knew we’d all die. So, I made the only logical move. I took myself off the board. Did it work? Well, if you’re reading this… then you know the answer.
I lived my whole life afraid. Afraid of what would come next, afraid of what I might leave behind. Don’t. Be who you want to be. Be proud. And if you find someone worth holding onto? Never, ever let them go. Follow your own path, wherever that takes you.
Think of this letter as a promise. A promise I’m asking you to make. To me. To each other. An oath. See, the thing about being a Loser is… you don’t have anything to lose. So… Be true. Be brave. Stand. Believe. And don’t ever forget.
We’re Losers. And we always will be.
It: Chapter One (2017) & It: Chapter Two (2019)
“Derry is not like any town I’ve been in before. They did a study once and, it turns out, people die or disappear at six times the national average. And that’s just grown ups. Kids are worse. Way, way worse.”
get to know me meme: [1/5] favorite movies
↳ It dir. Andy Muschietti
my favorite male characters: richie tozier
I told you, Bill. I fucking told you. I don’t want to die. It’s your fault. You punched me in the face. You made me walk through shitty water. You brought me to a fucking crackhead house. And now…I’m gonna have to kill this fucking clown. Welcome to the Losers’ Club, asshole!