Id Like To Be Able To Tell You I Balance All My Projects Well, And That I Have This Great Structure,

“I’d like to be able to tell you I balance all my projects well, and that I have this great structure, and fab organisational skills that keep me on top of all of them but, in reality, I don’t! A lot of the time things overlap, and I’ll be working on all of them every single day for months at a time (like now!), but everything always goes to plan in the end.”

redxballoons:

The child was energetic, excitable, sweet– and yet she was too young to feel any real fear. She ran about unsupervised, which the clown found odd, and yet she seemed completely unperturbed by Pennywise. She showed genuine interest, like she had in a flower moment prior, in his ruffle covered costume, in his colourful designs, and his rather bland(in comparison to other clowns) facial markings. Seeing the girl all alone was what truly annoyed him. She shouldn’t have been old enough to be let out of the house let alone be walking by herself.

“Do you?” He asked bending down to her height, his tall 6'5" stature towering over the small child. And yet he managed to kneel down before her just low enough to be able to make eye contact. Direct eye contact at that. “It’s rather unique to me you know…” he told her still on the topic of his clown makeup. Truly it wasn’t makeup at all but it wasn’t like this child knew that.

“My name is Pennywise,” he began again with a grin. “The dancing clown.”

The little girl was mesmerized by the clown in front of her. He was larger than life and he was as big as the circus tents her mommy told her amount. While most children were scared by figures like this, she loved them because of her mother’s stories. That was the main reason she didn’t run away, that and she was so young that most things didn’t scare her but rather just made her sad and cry. Fear was something that would come later in life.

“Mmhm! It’s pretty and makes you look nice!” she exclaimed while admiring his face. When he came down to her height she could help but giggle because she could get a better look at the clown. “Do no other clowns have that paint?” Marvel asked while tilting her head. She didn’t know if they were allowed to share the same paint or not with other clowns.

“I’m Marvel Vondi-dilli, um, Vondila,” she chirped with a smile, “I like to dance too!” Swinging her hips in a fashion that children would consider dancing, she couldn’t stop smiling at the other. This was like a dream to her!

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hi there i am trying to get back into rping! and so i have made a blog for my ocs candy, val, and saya!

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♥ 1+ paragraphs

♥ crossover/oc friendly (ofc)

♥ 5+ years of experience

♥ is willing to rp nsfw, gore, and violence

♥ is 18+

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It can be your OT3, or maybe your OT3+

lilly-patrick:

Lilly was grocery shopping on her own for the first time since she moved into the appartment on her own. “Alright last thing, healthy snacks,” she mumbles to herself, zoning out in front of the applesauce. She just stood there for 30 seconds, looking over each brand and the prices. She didn’t realize she was blocking the aisle till she heard the girl. “Ah I’m so sorry! I totally zoned out,” she laughs, chewing on the end of the pen in her hand nervously. “Do you want me to grab the applesauce for you?” She asks.

Trying not to make an awkward face as she waited for the girl to move, she couldn’t stop herself from putting on an obviously fake smile. Ew, she’s chewing on her pen, what if she pierced it and it got ink in her mouth? she thought to herself without showing her distaste. “Uhm, no. I gotta look at the labels so if you could just step aside a bit that’d be great. I don’t wanna come home to a crying kid,” Moxee explained, trying not to sneer at the other. All the applesauce were most likely the same, but she’d rather check to make sure her daughter was getting what was best for her.

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