#infernalrampage

[greysanguinity]

”are you still talking? There isn't anyway to stop your talking?” // younger verse

❝    - said i can go as aladdin sane this year, but my dad was all, ' no son of mine is growin' his hair out like a sissy and walkin' round the neighborhood in a leotard ' so i'm goin' to just go as major tom again. which is probably better anyway, 'cause last year my pillow case got too full and we all used my helme -   ❞

”are you still talking? There isn't anyway to stop your talking?”

jones stops, swiveling his head so fast that he'd probably break it if it was any faster.

❝  bite my bag, beverly marsh.   ❞

the balled up sweatshirt under his head is promptly balled up tighter, sized up, before he throws it in her direction; not all that interested to see if it hits her. jonesy sighs, crossing his arms. ❝    if it's so boring here, why don't you go back to your clubhouse and stop bothering us ?   ❞

[divcrse]

@infernalrampage. BEVERLY.

BRIANNA MARSH. ❝ do you want me to be honest with you? ❞ she questioned, her dark hues on her twin sister and nothing was going to distract her from her sister. not now, anyway. ❝ because i don't know if you want my honesty. you know how i am when i'm honest with people. ❞ she stated. whenever she was honest, it was always quite brutal, things that no one wants to hear. it was the harsh reality of things.

[malka-lisitsa]

uno reverse ⭐

drop a ✦ in my inbox and i'll tell you at least one thing i like about your writing, portrayal, headcanons, world building, blog aesthetics, whatever it is i like about your blog

Havent seen a lot of you around but you bring a flavour to Bev I havent seen before! I can really see that you care a lot about her and want to bring her justice that she DESERVES.

[americanedpsycho]

@infernalrampage sent: 🗣️ . incorrect quote generator.

[lcveblossomed]

@infernalrampage asked: “This is the last time you show up like this.” // Mick!!!!!!

"Bevy- Bev baby oh come don't act like this," Mick says before he reaches out and puts a hand on her arm. She was mad at him and maybe she had the right to be mad at him but he doesn't want to see her so upset at him. He wants to fix this to be okay so he keeps getting these chances to screw up and come back yet again.

It was a cycle with him he would get wasted and come back begging for her attention. As soon as he had it as soon as he had time with her he would leave and they would start up like that. "I brought you flowers this time see? Nicest they had at the florist even cut and ready in a vase so you don't have to fuss with 'em."

[spider-self]

@infernalrampage said ❝ You know nothing of me. ❞

"Don't I?" How much of herself could she truly call her own? She had seen the deadlights, stared deep into the heart of everything IT truly was. Most were destroyed, their minds ripped to shreds, the shrieking shell of insanity left for IT to digest. Her though.. She had been pulled away yes, but not unscathed, not without a few little quirks. Who was to say how deeply IT's claws had cut? How much of her had been devoured?

"I know what you've seen. Poor Bev.. Did you tell them that they were all going to die?"

[redheadarcher]

icons only + bev is in the room

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Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to // acepting !! @infernalrampage

[little-elena]

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”

"Just getting some fresh air, it's a little stuffy inside... sorry am I in an area I'm not supposed to be in? I didn't see any signs...?"

[realmyths]

don't you know too much already ? // viloet

V gulps, trying her best to keep her face in a mask of calm. Though she's probably failing at that. "I don't know what you think I know, but I swear, I don't want any trouble." A pause, a sigh. "I won't tell anyone anything." Not that she'd have anyone to tell, anyway. But even if she did, she wouldn't tell. The last thing she wants is any trouble.

[handicappedbuenchico]

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞ // carlos

"Sure! Where do you wanna go, Bev? Any fun Halloween parties around town," Carlos asked, putting the paper pumpkin he was holding down on a table next to him. Carlos looked at all of the Halloween decorations placed around the room, giving them a small smile before looking back at Beverly. "Is trick or treating on the going out for Halloween itinerary too? Nothing says Halloween like getting free candy for dressing up in costumes!"

[caracarnn]

@infernalrampage: 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 📚  𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

He wanted to be able to give her something, anything that might negate the feeling that clung to him or the look that lingered there in her eyes. She had seen somethings, that much was more than obvious. But what could he say? Nothing seemed to make him feel much better, especially not of late. "Everyone always says to have hope." He said simply, a small breath being taken before he finally lifted his gaze to look at her. "But hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning. It just isn’t enough to get you out by itself.” Had he always been this bad at attempting to make things easier on someone else?

[insidi0summoved]

@infernalrampage 〃 starter call : not accepting

" I'm fairly certain that I have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. "

[eddiethekaspbrak]

you fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick! ( i'm sorry i had to this is like my favorite line in a horror movie ) sdflkjd

"And you deserved it," Eddie insisted, crossing his arms at her. He raised his brows, looking more like a parent pre-lecture than anything else. "There is no way, Bev. I am not calling him. This is -- this is -- I am not telling him anything over the phone!"

Eddie's arms unfurled all at once, raised and dropped in a big huff. "I'm not even -- I don't even know what I would say. What'm I supposed to say? Just leave a message for him, like: 'Hey, Rich. Guess what? Left my wife. Turns out I'm pretty fucking gay for you, actually. Hope that's cool. Oh, it's Eddie Kaspbrak, by the way.' -- I'd be mortified."

"I have to -- I don't know. I have to do it right."

[fantasywritten]

@infernalrampage (continued from here)

FIVE TIMES. Five times he’d been in love. Five times he’d been married. Five times he’d been broken-hearted. And then, there was Martín, the tragedy that never could have been. But now, there was Beverly, the one he felt like he loved MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE. He knew he’d said it every time so far, but he truly felt it — he’d never loved another woman the way he loved her.

Choosing to propose had been the easy part; picking out the ring had been MUCH MORE DIFFICULT. But Andrés could tell from Beverly’s reaction that he’d done a damn good job. He chuckled lightly, then leaned in and kissed her back, a hand running gently through her hair. “To answer your question…” he murmured in between soft, gentle kisses, “NO, it’s not just because you’re pregnant, although… the baby DID give me an excuse to propose.” He kissed her again, each kiss growing increasingly more passionate than the last.

[gazebobullshit]

“I am a woman who makes things happen, and I am not defeated, yet.” @infernalrampage​

       A grin is just itching to take over his expression, lips curling up at the edges in a barely restrained smile. “Yeah! That’s it! Show the word who’s fucking boss. That’s the Beverly Marsh I know and love.” Lifting his ( mostly empty ) glass of whiskey in the air. “LET’S FUCKING GO!” Maybe he’s being a little loud, but they’re in a bar and everyone is being loud. Plus he’s happy to be her hype man. If Beverly Marsh needs someone to hold her things while she goes to war then he’s more than happy to do it. 

     Leaning his chin on his hand, he gazes at her, eyes just a little clouded with the drink he’s been nursing for half the night. “I don’t think you know this, but I think you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met.” Even as a kid, though back then he’d put her on a pedestal of sorts. Untouchable, almost. Adulthood has shifted things. She’s cool not because she’s some unrealistic ideal of what a “cool girl” is, but because she’s just...Bev. She smokes cigarettes and speaks her mind, she’s honest and kind and loyal and he’s pretty sure she can kick his ass. 

[tczier]

with: @infernalrampage

cont from: [x]

‘ yeah but we’re not talking about me, beverly. ’ richie raises an eyebrow at his friend and looks down at her as she tries to deflect the conversation away from herself. they’d all been through some traumatic shit and some people would say that bev had been through more than all of the losers put together. richie didn’t know exactly what happened with her father, but he certainly knew about the husband ( enough to know that if he ever saw him, he’d punch him square in his stupid, dumb face ). 

‘ promise you’ll call if you need to ? ’