Pennywise the Dancing Clown
Based on Stephen King's Novel
Writer is 21+
About
Pennywise or โItโ is a shapeshifting, eldritch creature that is billions of years old. Having originated from a void-like region beyond the furthest reaches of outer space called the Macroverse, It awakens every 27 years or so to feed upon the inhabitants of Derry for approximately 1 to 3 years.Each cycle usually begins and ends with a tragic catastrophe or disaster, resulting in significant loss of life and bloodshed. Known as a โgreat mocker of emotions," It preys primarily on children by becoming their worst fears and stealing them away into the deadlights.The deadlights are Its true essence, encompassing a crazed and timeless realm of sheer pain, terror, and torment. Death is almost certainly guaranteed to any soul that stares into them. The few that escape are cursed with eternal insanity.
Headcanons
โฆ Pennywise's archaic knowledge spans an immense range of inexplicable goings-on in the Stephen King universe, which means It is well aware of events like the haunting at the Overlook Hotel and the widespread hunt of children with psychic powers as seen in Stephen King's Doctor Sleep.โฆ It is arrogant by nature so It greatly enjoys the sound of Its own voice, but It spends most of Its time alone so It has a tendency to talk a lot in the presence of prey.โฆ Contrary to what some people think, It is in no way demonic and finds it rather laughable to be associated with demons.โฆ One of Its โluckyโ spots to frequent in the spring and summertime is a canal tunnel near Bassey Parkโthe same location where It turned into the Gill-man and killed Eddie Corcoran on the night of June 19th, 1958.โฆ The day the Turtle passed away It laughed until It cried.โฆ Its influence prevents anyone from looking inside Patrick Hockstetterโs secret refrigerator filled with dead pets and animals. For this reason It considers Patrick to be in Its debt.โฆ It occasionally naps in strange places after a meal, including the broken fridge in the house on Neibolt Street.โฆ Over the course of countless years, It has created many hidden tunnels beneath the town no one knows about. They act much like a labyrinthโperhaps, serving as a precaution lest anyone attempts to search for It while It hibernates.โฆ It has a throne-like seat of childrenโs skulls.โฆ The clown greatly detests
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and has a special plan in store for the little brat.โฆ While befriending the clown is not at all easy, it is entirely possible. In most cases those who would like a friendship with Pennywise must first survive horrifying trials to even be considered.โฆ When It is invisible mirrors can sometimes give away Its true location.โฆ It can actually dance better than It lets on and knows numerous styles.โฆ When Pennywise travels under the earth to sleep for twenty-seven years the clown curls up in a fetal position in an undisclosed hideaway, staying completely still like a mummified corpse for as long as It remains at rest.โฆ Fear is truly all It wishes to consume, and since fear salts the meat of Its prey, It ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ dislikes sweets. Anyone who offers them is in danger of immediate exposure to the deadlights.โฆ It is capable of temporarily infecting someone with the deadlightsโ insanity. This would essentially enslave the receiverโs mind and allow It to directly control the victim. The process may also result in durable health and strange abilities for those It infects.โฆ It greatly values Its loneliness so It has ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ thought about acquiring a mate, but if It were to accept one It would be extremely selective.โฆ It considers the tower in Its lair, along with the floating children, a work of art.โฆ It enjoys listening to symphony orchestra, and It even has Its own record player that It found one day at the dump.โฆ The clown can have Its sassy moments.โฆ Not likely and quite ironic, but if It one day had offspring It would be a great parent.โฆ It can play the piano as well as other instruments.โฆ One of Its favorite days to hunt on is the 4th of July. The loud, screeching fireworks always do an excellent job of drowning out any screams, not that the people of Derry care to pay attention anyway.โฆ The clown left Its name etched somewhere underneath the Kissing Bridge, knowing someone would find it and experience terrible dread.โฆ It, indeed, killed the children that drowned in the Standpipe and had a jolly, old time mocking them as they died.โฆ Even though Its doodles arenโt very good, It has fun drawing and adding personality to Its written messages.โฆ It is an ancient, eldritch entity of pure destruction, but It is not necessarily opposed to all aspects of creation so long as the end results gratify or benefit It in some way.โฆ It definitely caused the car crash that killed Greta Bowie.โฆ Sometimes It shows up in the background of films that play at the Aladdin Theater.โฆ When the Bradley Gang was shot to death by Derry civilians the clown appeared in several places at once, but the person who reported seeing Pennywise floating outside a window and shooting with the townsfolk was the one that saw Its true position.โฆ It can sense an individualโs fear years ahead of time. This is why Mike Hanlonโs father saw It take the form of his sonโs fear as a giant, prehistoric bird after the fire at the Black Spot.โฆ It watched the entire rock war between the Losers and the Bowers Gang, munching on a childโs arm as It did so.โฆ It is proficient in all human languages, even speaking an otherworldly tongue that no one on earth knows.โฆ Kids tend to scare easier during thunderstorms so It relishes the rain and stormy weather.โฆ It visits the Neibolt house practically every day while It is active, regularly utilizing the well in the basement as a channel to the surface.โฆ Pennywise is unpredictable so whenever It appears to humans the deadlightsโ essence can naturally result in the horrific manifestation of illusions, whether the clown means for them to occur or not.
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Solos
Fear
September 18th, 2020
In the town of Derry, hidden deep in the heart of the wet, slithering darkness where the sun does not shine, Pennywiseโs stage lights up like a musical bonfire in the midst of a sea of black.As the night sky rages with sweeping rain and thunderheads above the shiny, asphalt streets, the clown slowly approaches the edge of the glowing stage with seldom emotion, arms swaying with his legs in tandem, painted face savagely illuminated by apocalyptic light.It has not fed. Not properly. And not for a few days. Normally, this is a trifling matter. Derry is Its feeding grounds, and children are easy to lureโฆ But It has not visited the surface, nor indulged on the voluptuous taste of fear as freely as It once had at the start of this cycle.All activity has paused, perhaps for a long while, yet the townsfolk remain silently skittish, concealed indoors and tucked away from the rest of the world, as if sensing an even deadlier storm looming over the horizon.The clown has had several matters to reconsider. Flashes of Its last altercation with the Losersโ Club echo across Its ancient memory to the presentโtumultuous, a kaleidoscope of rage, and surely not stained with the presence of ๐ด๐๐๐กโ๐๐.No, surely not.However, the memories stab at the clown like a serrated knife. It vaguely understands that by some incredible accident the children had been able to defend themselves. Their fight had sent It reeling into a suffering retreat, compelling It to flee deep into the earth, hurting, full of hatred, trembling and bleeding, and in the aftermath of their short-lived victoryโconjured only by the coincidence of their bondโthe foolish children had assumed It was dead or dying somewhere, lost to the depths of Its own gulphs. Even now It still recalls how surprisingly cruel the pain had been. There had never been ๐๐๐๐ before, nor anger or rage. That was new. Emotion is new, and being the eternal mocker of all emotions, It does not like ๐๐๐ค things. Ever. It only wishes to sleep and consume.Had the children been separated one from another, It is certain killing them would have been a simple task. Too simple, in fact. Instead of pursuing It when It was at Its most vulnerable, they had made the exhausted and weak-minded decision to trek home to their nice, warm beds. Indeed, they have their weak links, the seven of them, yet they are more powerful in numbers than It had first anticipated, and the thought had not occurred that they could actually kill Itโฆ Such a mistake had nearly cost Its life... but how is that possible? How is it possible that if all things flow from It, as It had always surmised ever since the Turtle stupidly retched up the universe into existence, that any creature, in this world or the next, could โ๐ข๐๐ก It?Suppose the childrenโs power comes from outside themselvesโฆ Suppose they are merely conduits, acting as allies to something, some ๐๐กโ๐๐โฆ SupposeโฆA prevailing sense of disquietude settles over the archaic entityโs mind as thick tendrils of curling smoke do over a burning city.๐น๐๐๐โฆIs this ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฆ what that feeling is?It thought the fear would not return. Fear, not of the children, but the thought of not being ๐๐๐๐๐. It detests the fear, would scarf it down and devour it if It could, but the emotion lies temporarily unstirred, just out of reach. Jeering and taunting, it jumps and cavorts about like a band of merry elves dancing around a picnic.They will pay for making It bleed; there is no room for doubt about that. Whether sometime soon or years from now, whether the Losers leave the town or stay, their fates are sealed, tied together with It.And the day will come when It will call to them, beckon them back to Derry if need be. When they are older, slower, lacking the formidable tenacity that comes with the essence of blossoming youth, they will inevitably find their way to the place of their childhood as moths to a flameโฆThe snarling thought of (REDRUM) springs out viciously into the mind of the clown. It shouts and roars like the raucous wail of a rain-swept knell, screeching, laughing, and chanting overhead into the cold, driving wind,KILL THEM ALL. KILL THEM ALL. KILL THEM ALL. KILL THEM ALL. KILL THEM ALL. KILL THEM ALL.
Warnings & Disclaimers
This is a canon portrayal of Pennywise the Clown from Stephen Kingโs It. My interpretation is based mostly on the novel and my own headcanons, although some inspiration has been taken from the films. There are many differences between my portrayal and what is depicted on screen, and most of these dissimilarities can be found in the headcanons section.This account features mature, R-rated, horror themes that are subject to appear at any time, including but not limited to explicit blood/gore, kidnapping, child death, intense depictions of murder, psychological torture, and dismemberment, references to mental illness, insanity, and manipulation, etc. If any of these themes make you uncomfortable feel free to unfollow or block as I will not be offended.Please be aware that the presence of these topics does not mean I, as the writer, condone or approve of the aforementioned content as everything I write is implemented for the sake of storytelling or SL development. I will not entertain any plots concerning lewd themes, smut, or hatred towards any group on the basis of gender, race, religion, sexual identity/orientation, etc.Additionally, if you would like to plot, please send a message directly. Random interactions/mentions are always welcome as I am a friendly writer, but replies may take some time depending on my schedule. If I do not get back to you in a timely manner please know that I am not ignoring you. I get very busy, and real life obligations tend to pull me away from my writing on the daily. However, any mentions I get will be read in-depth and highly appreciated as I will always do my best to reply to everyone.As a side note, the AU version of this account is my OC, @RedrumArtist, which is where I do most of my writing on this platform.If you are ever concerned about a period of inactivity or anything at all then I encourage you to send a gentle reminder or inquiry via DMs.All GIFs and art are not mine unless stated otherwise (usually by means of a watermark). Screencaps, edits, and layouts are created by the writer.Since I started this account it's been my goal to stay as true to Stephen King's original interpretation of this character as possible. Consequently, this is a serious roleplay account, but please keep in mind that Pennywise is also an alien clown so my portrayal tends to tread a fine line between serious and just plain silly or disturbing. I can write crack, but I generally prefer not to so most of the scenarios I write are horrific, dangerous, and graphic. You have been warned.