#creek bashing

[oli-b3rry]

Creek seems like the type of person to hand Branch a coupon for new brothers/ a new grandma, but it's expired /ref

[dontworryihaveyourblorbos]

Fuck it, King Peppy analysis.

I see a *lot* of Peppy hate, and I get it, but I also have to break my silence. I really do not think he’s as bad as people say he is. In fact, I kind of like him! “But he lied about the strings!” “But he didnt rescue the snack pack!” “But he lied about Viva!”. And to that I say ladies and gentlemen, let me cook.

1. He lied about the strings. OF COURSE he did. Peppy knew three things: one, like Branch said, the strings coming together leads to fighting. Two, if Poppy knew there were other trolls, she’d immediately apply the cupcakes and rainbows and hugs method until they were besties. Three, the strings and ensuing fight+whatever Poppy was cooking would be too much for the tiny tiny Pop troll population to handle. They can’t fight, so they do what pop trolls do best, hide. That’s exactly what Peppy was trying to do. Next.

2. He didn’t go to rescue the snack pack in the first movie. First of all, mans is ancient. Second, someone needed to stay behind and watch the villagers while they were in Branch’s bunker. He’s not built for long ass physically intensive adventures, but he can run a village and hold authority and keep everything from being trashed completely, which he did. We can safely assume that the bunker was fine after the first movie and not completely destroyed, likely thanks to Peppy. If he hadn’t stayed behind and kept everyone in check, the place would have been uninhabitable. But nah, Peppy kept everyone safe and stable. Hell yeah brother.

3. He lied about Viva. Can you imagine how devastated Poppy would be to learn that she has a sister, only for that joy to be crushed when he has to tell her that said sister is dead? Poppy wouldn’t be able to let it go, especially with her longing to have a sister. Why make her mourn someone she doesn’t know when she doesn’t have to? Why give her that trauma when she, in all reality, is fine not knowing? Because even if it was messed up because she found out, before she found out Viva was alive she was…completely fine. And he said it himself, he was heartbroken. Pop trolls don’t process their feelings, they repress and sing a happy song a little louder than usual. How was Peppy supposed to heal from his own loss and sadness, only to then turn and inflict it on his only remaining daughter, while still in survival mode? He couldn’t. So he didn’t.

Look, I’m not saying King Peppy is perfect or that he didn’t make mistakes. I’m just saying that he did his best, and he’s not a bad character, person, or dad. He raised Poppy to be the amazing Queen she is, he brought his people out of a horrific and dangerous situation and kept them safe, and when he couldn’t protect them anymore he knew his limits and passed the torch on to his daughter while still supporting her, and he went to therapy and began to change his mindsets and heal from everything. He’s definitely not as bad as some people say he is.

One last thing I noticed about him while rewatching TBT. When a Pop Troll is happy, consistently, their ears stay pointed upwards. When a Troll is sad, their ears droop down. And if they’re sad or gray for long enough, their ears droop down permanently. (Cough cough see my Floyd and Branch ear post cough cough.)

Peppy’s ears are the only ones that just…stick out flat. Forgive me, I couldn’t find any good screenshots from tbt.

Not sad, not happy. To me, this means repressed. He wasn’t just chilling in the background like teehee I’ve made no mistakes ever :3. No, he didn’t like that he had to do those things. He had major trauma and probably a ton of issues he was hiding or repressing, and is only just now beginning to work through them. Why only now? Because he’s not in survival mode anymore. Poppy is queen, strings are destroyed, bergens are chilling, okay, now he can begin the healing process.

Sorry for the novel, but I just really like Peppy and I think a lot of people don’t cut him enough slack or give him enough credit. He’s doin his best.

[sylvershinyyyy]

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear Craig x Wildenessa is canon

These three are lesbians and they all get together in the future

[misterparadigm]

I received a LOT of requests across social media to do the Kanker Sisters in the Mallory Bash style after I posted that Ed, Edd n Eddy full cast illustration. So, here it is.

[koppaiterocker]

Branch/Creek and Floyd/Creek (however that came about) wouldn't work because if he was alive in the same vicinity as Viva she would murder him 10 times in a row. And then do it over again

[smellyoulater1]

He is thimkin about fUCKIG BASHING TW33K'S SKULL IN AND B3ATING HIS ANNOYIG ASS UP 🤬🤬 cause he's a hoe 🤬😒😒💪🤳🤩🏃‍♂️🧑‍🦽👩‍🦽

[oli-b3rry]

Listen.

In a human au, Creek would definitely be in tiktok live giving people readings being like "thank you for the dancing hot dog 'Amelia (Chappell's version)', I will be doing your reading now, and for anyone who just joined the live I'm (whatever his username would be) Im a guru, I'm a guide, I am a healer, anyway.. *shuffles cards + rambles a bit* I will now be doing a reading for Amelia (Chapprll's version), her question is... 'Is her boyfriend cheating on her' let's see what the cards say *pulls out a pokemon card*.. Hmm... It couldn't be more clearer... He is yeah"

[these-posts-arent-real]

Oh StarClan... your dash has turned into warrior cats again.

#sorry <3 #this one has parts that are based off of that #one post rhats like "if there were cat-people #do you think calico tboys would try to dye over their patches"

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Me & Night (my mate)!!!

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:O Kip's mate has finally been revealed!!! And his name is Night? Cooool.

🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

Yeah haha. Technically his full name is Night Hunter, Bringer of Darkness, but it feels so weirdly formal calling him that, so I usually stick to just Night.

#life #kittypet #collar tw #cw collars #id in alt text

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I find it really funny when I see cats on here vaguepost about big blogs. Like cmon mouse-brain everyone here knows who you're talking about. Just say their name.

#this is about that one mommy blogger shitting on kipper the kittypet #btw #in case some of you couldnt tell #would be funny if it wasnt so stupid

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Hahaaaaa.... my mother found out ive been slowly dyeing my ginger patches black...

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

Why would you do that??? Being a tortie is so cool, I wish I had ginger patches! They're so pretty, why do you want to get rid of them???

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

Uhm. Gender dysphoria??

Like. I know cis male tortoiseshells exist but they're so rare that most cats take one look at me and go "oh, tortie, must be a girl" and that hurts.

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

OH STARCLAN im so sorry Rot i wasnt even thinking about you being trans, I probably sounded really insensitive... I do understand what you're saying now.

Didn't even ask, how did your mom take it? Does she know why?

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

You're fine <3 I get it. And no, she uh.. has no clue why I did it, she thinks I'm in my "emo phase" or something.

🐍 xviper-the-fagx

Uhh unrelated but what do you use to dye your fur?? Asking for... science...

#"science" meaning i am also a tortie tboy #well technically i'm calico but ykwim

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I can't be the only one here who thinks it's unfair to allow kittypets on this site. Posting pictures of themselves and their mates inside of the twolegplace, influencing the young kits on this site to abandon their Clans... surely everyone else sees the problem with this as well.

This is Clanblr, not "Kittypetblr". This was specifically made as a space for Clan cats to connect, not for kittypets to push their lifestyle on us.

They're going to convince our kits to abandon their home and their belief in StarClan just for a more secure life.

#EXACTLY #I only recently found out ex-tc Kipper was a kittypet #it was so upsetting to me because i've always loved his wood-scratch art #to find out he's a clan-abandoner was so saddening

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The recent drama surrounding Kipper the Kittypet is sad and I hate that he's being bashed just for existing, but it's also incredibly stupid. I believe the cat who wrote the original post said something like, "it's CLANblr, not KITTYPETblr," and then something about belief in StarClan and I just... do you even realize how many Clanblr mods are non-Clan and/or don't believe in StarClan?

To name a few, @s-t-a-r-burning is former WindClan now rogue & openly an atheist, @theshadowhaseyes has been a kittypet his whole life, and @ssuunnrraayy-p has made zir entire blog about how ze travels from one Clan to another & doesnt consider zimself a Clan cat. Those are all mods. "It's clanblr no-" shut up. Just shut up.

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🧷 name-lists-by-theme

Theme: Water

as always, these work as either part of your name, but they are intended as the first part!

-Abyss

-Bay

-Bog

-Cove

-Creek

-Current

-Dew

-Fog

-Lagoon

-Lake

-Marsh

-Mist

-Pond

-Pool

-Puddle

-Rain

-Shallow

-Sleet

-Spray

-Splash

-Storm

-Stream

-Torrent

Keep reading

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I think a lot of cats put way too much emphasis on the parts of the warrior code that dont matter, and forget the parts that do, like "feed elders and kits first" and "never neglect a kit in pain or danger"... I feel like those are significantly more important than "a warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet," but maybe that's just me.

#berry yaps #I'm irritated by the kittypet drama going on on this site

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I feel like we don't talk enough about how SkyClan got chased out of their own territory during a time of crisis rather than all of the Clans trying to make room for everyone...

I mean, seriously. I know it's taught to all SkyClan apprentices, but I've talked to some of my friends from other Clans and they just. Didn't know that. They were never taught that the other Clans allowed SkyClan to be chased out due to territory loss.

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:/ im pretty sure the whole thing about skclan being kicked out of their territory is just a conspiracy theory

🔲 sag3-chas3s-squirr3ls-deactivated

Imagine trying to tell a cat that they don't know their own Clan's history 💀

#ohh i finally found it again #that 1 fucker trying to say that skyclan's history is a "conspiracy theory"

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:/ I do not like being stuck on the wrong site.

[chimneyz]

A Heart-Shaped Box

for the @bucktommywinterfest prompt: valentine's day rated m | words: 896 | content warning: implied sexual content on ao3

Tommy groaned as his eyes fluttered open, his bones ached from the long grueling shift from yesterday. His hand dragged across the mattress to find the other side empty, the sheets still warm. It must be late in the day, Evan was not one to get up before Tommy. The sweet smell of pancakes lingered in the air. A giddy warmth swelled in Tommy’s chest. Of course, Evan was making pancakes, Tommy’s favorite for breakfast. 

It took Tommy a while to let Evan take care of him, to do these small gestures. He was always the one taking care of others, he still wasn’t sure if he even deserved to be taken care of. Tommy was working on it, being kinder to himself, but it was a struggle. He was forever grateful for Evan being by his side, showing him he was deserving of love, that he was worth it. 

Tommy’s ears perked up with the creek by the doorway of the bedroom, his head popped up from his pillow, his hair unruly, still a bit groggy. Evan’s bright smile grew as his head popped through the doorway.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Evan beamed.

“Mornin’,” Tommy mumbled happily.

“I-I’ll be right back,” Evan giggled, “Let me grab your breakfast ok?”

Tommy sleepily nodded.

He nestled his head back on the pillow, listening to Evan’s footsteps growing further and further away. As much as Tommy was a romantic at heart, all he wanted to do for this Valentine's Day, was to stay home and to be with his Evan. Listening to Evan’s footsteps coming closer and closer, Tommy shifted his body upright, a yawn escaping his lips. Tommy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as Buck walked in with a tray of pancakes and tea. It was only now Tommy realized Evan was wearing nothing but his apron. 

“Evan,” Tommy giggled, “What exactly are you wearing?”

A blush spread across Evan’s cheeks, ducking his head with a bashful smile.

“Well I think you know exactly what I am wearing,” Evan smiled. He placed the tray onto Tommy’s lap, the heart-shaped chocolate chip pancakes made his mouth water, the smell of the tea filled his nose. 

“This is perfect Evan, thank you.” Tommy leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. 

“Oh, that is not all,” Evan’s eyebrows wiggled knowingly.

“Is that so?”

Evan walked out of the bedroom, his bare ass on full display, “What you think all I got you was some breakfast?”

Tommy snorted as he picked up the mug of tea. 

As Evan walked back in, Tommy’s head tilted at the sight of the heart-shaped box of chocolates in Evan’s hands.

“Isn’t it a bit early for chocolates?” 

Evan handed him the box, it was lighter than he expected. “Just open it.”

Slowly, Tommy lifted the lid to the cardboard box, to his surprise instead of chocolates it was colorful origami stars egging him on to open every single one. He looked up at Evan’s bright smile with a quizzical look in his eye, a single brown raised. 

“Unfold the stars silly,” Evan leaned in a little closer pressing his lips on top of his head. 

Tommy gently picked up a bright pink paper star, unfolding it carefully to not shred the paper to bits. He couldn’t help noticing the dopy smirk painted across Evan’s face. Once unfolded Tommy only read one word written on the paper:

Shibari

Tommy’s breath hitched, heat pooling into his face, “So is your plan to tie me up all day?”

Evan bit down on his bottom lip humming, “That is not all Tommy dearest, each star has some little surprise on what we will be doing for Valentine’s Day. I already bought new supplies… new toys for us to play with today.” 

“So we aren’t going to be leaving this room today?” Tommy knowingly tilted his head with a smile. 

“Not if we can help it,” Evan leaned in gently cupping Tommy’s face, pressing his lips against Tommy's own. 

With his body buzzing with anticipation, Tommy leaned into the kiss with a deep humming moan. The mattress moved as Evan placed his knee onto the bed inching closer to Tommy, the tray of food shaking. 

Tommy pulled away forcing a whine out of Buck’s lips. “Sweetheart, I should probably eat this, since… you know… we have a big workout ahead of us.”

Evan giggled, nodding his head, “Yeah probably would be best.” Evan leaned in close to his ear and quieter than a whisper he huffed, “Because I am going to fuck you so hard you are going to see the stars, my love.” Tommy’s spine shivered as Evan grazed his tongue along the shell of his ear. 

Tommy’s cheeks grew red speechless as he looked up at Evan, shit he would let Evan destroy him and resurrect him just to do it all over again.

“Now eat up,” Evan smirked, “We have a long day ahead of us.”

He quickly shoved the sweet pancakes into his mouth with a giddy warmth in his chest. Tommy didn't think that any other Valentine’s Day would top this. 

Little did he know that Evan’s surprise for next Valentine’s Day would be stored in a small blue velvet box with a single question along with it. A question Tommy will immediately say yes to before the question is even finished.

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: June 9

2019

impatient and very sure of himself [david/patrick, E, 20,133] by simplytheworst

When Patrick accepted Stevie's offer to use her place for privacy, David expected a night of PG kissing, maybe even a bit PG-13, but not this. He didn't realize how right he was about the man when they first met: Patrick really was either very impatient or very sure of himself.

Lil´s Birthday Bash in Schitt´s Creek [david/patrick, T, 2,610] by amoama, AmyriadfthINGs

It´s Lil´s birthday! Everybody´s here. Shenanigans ensue, as they do. As they should.

Second Time Around: Brie Won't Do [david/patrick T, 4,084] by TayTay4936

The robber from "Love Letters" makes a second appearance, only this time, his plans are a bit more sinister. Written for this prompt: "I would love some physical hurt-comfort/whump for David. Dealer's choice! Appendicitis is always a classic, or a car accident, or even just a bad headache. Maybe the robber really did have a gun! Bonus points for the classic cliche of "I'm totally fine!" and pushing too hard only for everyone to realize they're not fine. I just want Patrick worrying and taking care of David and a happy, fluffy ending. Don't have a preference on rating."

The Visit [david/patrick, M, 14,088] by @codswalloping

Patrick's best friend from high school comes to town, and does not hit it off with David.

under the milky way [david/patrick, T, 36,806] by @thekingofithaca

The holiday season is rolling around, which means that David's parents will be hosting their annual Christmas party on Canandaigua Lake. For many years, David's never brought someone along with him, but after his devious sister makes him lie about having a boyfriend, he's forced to - and who else should he bring but his longtime best friend, business partner and crush, Patrick Brewer? Fake Dating AU.

Utter My Love [david/patrick, NR, 5,694] by deathbysandblk

Patrick meets David in his Public Speaking class and he decides he has to find a way to ask him out.

Watching Through Windows [david/patrick, E, 38,520] by @helvetica-upstart

David gapes at the man calling himself David’s husband. “You think I’m falling for the married amnesiac trap? Yeah, no, my sister has been-there done-that and sent me the Embassy’s postcards.” Or, David falls off a ladder and can’t remember Schitt’s Creek. Things fall apart and come back together.

2020

I will help you out If you let me 'cause I got you do you get me? [david/patrick, M, 6,987] by Bkwerm

*Title is from Got You by Noah Reid (PSA, his new album came out today! 5/29) Patrick and David deal with the after effects of his New York attack. Make sure you read the first fic of the series or else this fic won't make sense.

It’s Okay. It’s Just His Business Partner [david/patrick, T, 3,413] by @delilah-mcmuffin

Patrick startles. He hadn’t been that obvious had he? Is it weird to gaze longingly at your business partner over a small, intimate table in a small, intimate restaurant, with mood lighting and soft music playing in the background, in an atmosphere that David himself had called “cozy”?

Just For Tonight [david/patrick, M, 5,220] by @agoodpersonrose

In a fit of boredom, David uses Tinder to find himself someone to talk to. Just across town, Patrick is in a similar situation and their loneliness brings them together.

Kissing [david/patrick, G, 1,323] by therapychicken

Alexis wants to know why David and Patrick don't kiss anymore.

love is love is love is love (cannot be killed or swept aside) [david/patrick, T, 9,837] by @leopxld-fitz

When Patrick’s feeling disconnected from gay culture, David arranges a whirlwind trip to New York to show him everything he knows. A Pride Month fic about joy, history, and being fearlessly yourself - no matter where you are.

Tacos and Milkshakes [david & stevie, T, 1,246] by @botchedexperiment

“I don’t think being honest with your boyfriend is considered self-sabotage. You’re overthinking this.”A huff. “Weren’t you getting me tacos?”

Three Strikes and You're (Hopefully Not) Out [david/patrick, T, 22,318] by AlmostUnderground

The second time it happened, Patrick was the first to wake up. * Or, much to David's horror, the "incident" wasn't just a one-time thing.

You do something to me that I can't explain [david/patrick, T, 4,770] by @spiffymittens

Patrick rounded the table and sat down, almost pathetically grateful. He wondered how Cameron could help him figure out his label. Did they have a queer Sorting Hat or something? It wasn’t a hat, unless Cameron was going to fold the piece of paper he was now holding into one. He tilted the paper at Patrick. It was a . . . gingerbread man? No, a genderbread person, the title helpfully supplied. The cartoon had a little brain pasted over its head, a big red heart in its middle, and gender symbols over its little ginger junk. Or, Patrick goes to a Pride festival right before the store opens and discovers something about himself. And there's also some Dolly Parton and trolling and sweet, sweet flangst.

2021

A Year of Home [david/patrick, T, 2,205] by @legalgal421

David wakes up early and reflects on living in the cottage for a year.

Ask Me No Questions [david/patrick, t, 4,576] by @mostlyinthemorning

Patrick desperately wants his parents to ask why he left home. They never do.

At Last [david/patrick, G, 169] by @wi22iou

Patrick & David dance at a wedding

Bashert [david/patrick, T, 14,771] by NotTheLoveGuru

David and Patrick were always destined for each other. The problem is Patrick hadn’t run away from his old life in order to find his new one in Schitt’s Creek. Well, not exactly.

Love you too, Rach. [david/patrick, T, 2,023] by @colourcodedbinders

It’s nearly one, then, and once again Patrick reaches for his phone, contemplating the merits of closing the store for lunch and ordering a couple of pizzas to share with David and Twyla back at Town Hall. When the screen flickers on, however, every mental plan of his is halted as Rachel’s name, bold and clear, over a text message notification. Oh. OR Patrick gets a text from his estranged best friend and ex. He reacts accordingly.

The back room [david/patrick, E, 517] by petrichor_apothecary

David and Patrick have a little fun in the back room.

You Can't Learn to Tell the Truth Until you Learn to Lie [patrick/rachel. G, 4,636] by @picassofoxpeachy

Patrick grumbled under his breath. He didn’t want to do this. “Really Rachel? This, this is just silly. Lets go. We have to meet your parents for dinner soon.” He tried to convince her to not do it. Not because he actually thought it was dumb, but because he knew he would place way too much stock what the person had to say. He honestly believed in soulmates. He just knew Rachel wasn’t his.___________ OR Rachel drags Patrick to a tarot card reading, and the results are... telling.

2022

2022 Schitt's Creek Pride Drabbles [alexis/twyla, T, 299] by TwylasCafeTropical

An unknown amount of non-sequential, pride-themed drabbles featuring an assortment of Schitt's Creek characters, ships, and more. We will update the characters, relationships, and tags as more drabbles are written!

Knowing You Can Always Count On Me [david/patrick, G, 3,325] by @legalgal421

David's past rears its ugly head, but this time, he has people in his life who love him and support him. A story about David Rose's growth because of Schitt's Creek.

One Year Later [david/patrick, E, 100] by mallpretzles

David & Patrick spend a few days apart and make up for lost time when they reunite.

2023

Peaches & Cream [david/patrick, E, 2,140] by @a-noble-dragon

David buys the athletic supporter for Patrick's comfort and protection when he's playing his sports, and not because he knows Patrick will look really fucking hot in a little jock that outlines his incredible assets. David's reasoning is he wants Patrick to come home with everything still intact and working, but that doesn't stop him fantasising about the way the jockstrap will cup Patrick's cock so sweetly, nor about the elastic straps that will draw attention to Patrick's magnificent thighs and ass.

Send In the Clowns [david/patrick, M, 1,566] by @wearpersistencewell

The birthday clown is "seen from" again.

2024

A world where roses bloom [david/patrick, E, 1,700] by @a-noble-dragon

David undresses Patrick slowly and carefully, like he’s peeling away petals from a rose.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 7 fics/121,935 words 2020: 8 fics/54,934 words 2021: 7 fics/28,897 words 2022: 3 fics/3,724 words 2023: 2 fics/3,706 words 2024: 1 fic/1,700 words Total: 28 fics/214,896 words

[xoxokomorebixoxo]

Chapter 1: The Mischief at Bull Creek

Warning: This story is intended for a mature audience. Themes of some sexual content, cussing, violence, gore, self-harm, and more takes place inside the story. Warnings will be listed at top of each chapter. I do not own Creepypastas, nor the pictures provided. This story is the only thing I own. This story does promote love interests both female and male. 13 characters will be yandere for the reader. I do not insist that yandere behavior is good. If this actually happens, please contact authorities. Enjoy the story!

Cast

Jessica (Owner and Cook at Boil's for Miles)

Katerina (Boss of Y/N and Owner of St. Maryland Library)

Travis (The Victim)

Love Interests

🤍Masky/Tim Wright🤍

🤍Hoodie/Brian Thomas🤍

🤍Ticci Toby/Tobias Erin Roger🤍

🤍Jeff the Killer/Jeffery Woods🤍

🤍BEN Drowned🤍

🤍Eyeless Jack/EJ🤍

🤍Laughing Jack/LJ🤍

🤍Homicidal Liu🤍

🤍X-Virus/Cody🤍

🤍Puppeteer🤍

🤍Bloody Painter/Helen Otis🤍

🤍Clockwork/Natalie Outlette🤍

🤍Jane the Killer🤍

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It happened so quick. So sudden.

Jason, Lily, Melva, and Devon were just going out for a night after their midterms by the creek to celebrate. They said they were going to camp, drink a little and even swim, but they never came back. Maybe they were done celebrating? It had been three days with no phone calls, no messages, so a search party was sent out.

It wasn't long until the search party found Jason. Well, a part of him. They identified him by the large Fleetwood tattoo he had on his arm, which so happened to be at the entry trail down to the creek. Apparently, his hand had been positioned in a way where Jason's middle finger was pointed up before rigamortis set in a way of telling the cops 'Fuck you'. The cops continued down the trail. Aside from the arm they didn't see anything until they reached the creek. There they found all of them.

Jason was slumped against a stump. An empty beer can hung from his cold hand, the yeasty liquid had since dried on his jeans, mixing into a sticky red concoction on the soil between his legs from where the blood had dripped off from where his head was supposed to be. They found it rolled away a few feet away from him, a look of agony forever contorted on his facial features from the killer having to hack into the thick, freckled, strong neck in order to decapitate the ginger.

Then there was Devon. It was obvious he managed to fight back, his body littered with bruises. His ebony skin had been graced with cuts from the rocks on the ground had been cutting him up during the altercation. The scrapes present on his knuckles. He was found on his back, eyes closed. His body was whole, unlike Jason, except his skull had a large hole present at his temple. His brain was now shriveled, gray bone fragments could be seen poking out of the major organ. His face covered in the dark brownish-red color which was now somewhat flaking from drying up to air exposure. The rock that was used to bash Devon's head in sat beside his face.

Next was Melva, she was the most peaceful looking of the bodies. She laid in her sleeping bag, her body curled snugly holding her pillow to her chest. You would think she was sleeping if it hadn't been for the three-gun shots in her head. One had gone into her ear, straight to her brain, killing her instantly. Of course that wasn't enough, shooting her two more times ensured she'd never wake up. She died in her sleep. They're calling her sleeping beauty because she was blonde, pretty, and now, sleeping for all eternity.

Last was Lily. Poor, poor Lily... You see, it was reported that Lily must've seen what happened to her friends as her clothing had been strung out on the log by the creek bed and her shoes placed so neatly together. Her footprints could be found on the soil, as well as several boot prints, one a different size than the other, each with their own distinct weight distribution into the soft earth. It took them so long to find Lily, three hours to be exact until the finally found her. She was almost a mile away from where the campsite was. Her pretty brown eyes were open, dulled, devoid of life. Claw marks dug deep into the moss and mud; she was trying to crawl away. To freedom. To safety. She never did make it though. Lily had been found with several bullet wounds, all of which were aimed at non-vital areas where she could easily live. Some of the bullets had only grazed her skin, they shot at her as she ran. Her face was bruised up and battered. A large knot on her forehead, her cheekbone was cracked, nose bridge bent painfully to the side and her teeth. Lily was known for that bright smile of hers and now it was gone. A jagged, gaping hole where her pearly whites once were, fragments found in her mouth, on the floor, clinging to her split lips.

Lily was trying to crawl away, drag marks from the poor girl trying to carry her body with her elbows as her legs had been shot, her knee was completely shattered in the right leg and the left was cracked in half at the shin. The killers taunting her by following close behind as she desperately tried to escape, cigarette burns colored her bare back. She was alive when they did that. What killed her off? Lily's throat was slit by that same axe, no not axe, they identified it was a hatchet that killed Jason. She was alive for three minutes.

Three minutes after her throat was slit open, three minutes of choking on her own blood, three minutes where she couldn't breathe and lastly, three minutes of feeling the killer dig their greedy, dirty, disgusting fingers in her throat. Digging around before finally locating her vocal cords yanking them out of the security of her esophagus and into the open air for all to see.

"Oh, dear God..." The brunette said, staring at the newspaper in her hands. Her honey eyes wide with horror, a cupped hand hovering over her mouth. She was sitting at one of the few lounge chairs left in at St. Maryland's library. The paper and TV were free there so anyone within the general vicinity of the area was packed inside the library if they couldn't afford cable, didn't have a phone or just wanted to read the paper there. The library, which was so quiet, was now a buzz with whispers from what happened to the college students. It wasn't as if it was never this packed before either.

Jessica put down the paper as one of the workers turned up one of the large tv mounted high on the wall for all to hear the news reporter speak. The well-dressed news reporter sat at her station; fingers laced together placed neatly in front of her on the table she sat behind.

"Hello this is Elizabeth Warner with the afternoon news. As of now our sources say that there has been three unknown persons linked to the brutal killing of the four college students found murdered by Bull Creek. Sheriff Yamazaki has issued a warning for citizens to be cautious of their surroundings, to stay alert and to please report any suspicious activity you may see. The killers are still at large and are deemed a high threat." The new reporter paused as she held her earpiece, listening intently before continuing. "The sheriff has also stated that as of now, no one is to go to Bull Lake or anywhere near the Smithson camping trail. All locals, visitors and others mustn't go within the area. Only police and ranger personnel are allowed within the area. That is all for this update so far. We here at channel eight will keep you updated. Onto the next news report a fire has broken out at Ottawa Park. Rowdy teenagers? Or another proposal with too many sparklers gone wrong again?"

The news anchor went on about with news reports. None caring to listen, only having ears for the update on the slasher story that got everyone talking. The older woman heaved to the librarian desk. A stack of overdue textbooks that needed to be scanned in dropped down on the counter. "Jesus Christ..." Katerina huffed looking at the TV. "Those poor kids... they hadn't even thrown their caps off their heads yet for graduation and now they'll be thrown into a casket..." The shorter, older woman looked at the tv. Her ocean eyes glanced over to the librarian next to her. "Hopefully they'll catch the killer soon, don't you agree, Y/N?" Asked the white-haired older female.

It brought a frown over the (Hair Color)'s face as her eyes were glued to the screen, listening in to today's news. She drew a hand slowly down her face, humming as Katerina spoke to her. "Do you think it's the same people from the murder a few months back? How do you think they are targeting people, anyways?"

Katerina could only shrug as the lines in her face deepened with her frown. "God only knows. Hopefully the police catch those monsters soon." 

The girl simply nodded back. She appeared silent as she trained her attention on the small television drilled onto the wall by the front desk. Y/N's reading glasses fell to the edge of her nose. She pushed the frames back up and shook her head once more.

"I'm sure they'll be caught soon enough, boss. I'm sure justice will be served." The reporter on tv, Elizabeth Warner, switched to the latest update about a fire that took place at Ottawa Park. Y/N walked back to her stack of dusty books, wiping a thin trail of dust away from the top novel's cover. She then grabbed the scanner and opened the covers, one by one, marking them as returned. The low hum of a beep echoing through the small, enclosed library as Y/N got back to work.

The older woman's visage relaxed as she watched her employee continue their job. She smiled warmly, shaking her head in disbelief. "Don't work too hard, Y/N. I'm fine if you want to take it easy the next few days. The news was rather... unsettling, after all."

(Eye Color) eyes glanced up, taking in Katerina's features. Katerina had known her since she was 18 years old. The woman always had her under her wing. Still, she didn't want to disappoint anyone. The news was on. The victims were found. There was not much they could do from then on. They were dead and that was final. "You don't have to worry about me, boss. The shop still needs to keep running for future customer's, don't you think?" She kept her features nonchalant. Inside though, her heart was racing, thinking of all the conspiracy theories zooming through her head.

Her first and initial thought was this group of killers was a cult. So far, their only victims were students. Most of the time they were drinking. It was a small, and most likely a pointless comparison to the crime scenes, but the (Hair Color) was certain this was the work of a murderous cult in the process, wanting to cleanse the world of the filth of her generation. Many people believed her generation was going to ruin the Earth.

Coming from a small town, it would not surprise Y/N if a few crazies got together and decided to kill the younger generation.

The door's bell chimed as a few customers walked in. Katerina put a smile on her face as she greeted them," welcome. Please let us know if you need any help." The (Hair Color) haired girl grabbed her stack of book returns and made way to the cart. She set the objects down before wandering through the near, empty library.

The wheels squeaked, alerting passerby of her presence. Y/N's eyes watched the growing numbers as she walked down the aisle of shelves. Her attention turned momentarily, noting a girl around her age, sitting at a table, a newspaper in hand. The librarian sighed, pushing her cart to the side before she walked over to the other woman. She placed a hand on the table, nodding her head towards the held newspaper. "You know, reading about them won't bring them back to life." She didn't mean to be rude. It was far from her intention. Still, when it came to people shocked about news like this, Y/N couldn't help but feel... a tad apathetic.

What could they truly do? If she had the power to bring back the murdered students, she would. But she didn't have that ability.

Her fingernails drummed against the wooden tabletop. Her (Eye Color) eyes gazing intently at the woman, taking in her appearance. Light, chocolate brown hair. A flat mole on the right side of her chin. Eyes in the color of honey and chocolate. Y/N frowned as she leaned in, trying to register where she knew the woman from. Then, in a flash, she snapped her fingers. "You work at that restaurant just down the street, right? You guys have the best food. I used to go their every Friday night with a couple of friends from work." The chime of the bells simply went unnoticed to the (Hair Color) haired girl as she continued to talk. Katerina's attention moved to the latest figures, nodding a welcome their way. They appear to be the quiet type to say the least as they shuffled throughout the library, heading to the back where books on occults, ghosts, and ghouls laid.

Jessica looked back at the paper for a moment and sighed heavily setting it down in front of her. "Y-yeah I know it's just- the way they died wasn't- it wasn't-?" She couldn't finish or rather, find the words. How could anyone? These acts of violence weren't just morbid. No, there was always a reason for these things. Some source to a serial killers' motives and yet... there was none? No links, no certain targets of signatures of the killer's nature? It made no sense! Why? Just what was the reasoning behind it!?

Unlike the (Hair Color) haired female standing in front of her, the milk chocolate brunette sitting was sympathetic of the unfortunate events. They had one common trait however unbeknownst to them. They were both curious as to who the culprits were behind these two homicide cases. "Hmm? Oh! Thank you, it's actually a compliment to be honest since I do most of the cooking for the place." Jessica looked up; her brows furrowed a bit. Sure, she knew this woman as St. Maryland librarian but... there was something else that felt familiar? Like she knew her for something other than her occupation... Now what was it...?

"Oh! I remember now!" Jessica exclaimed, not loudly but at a decent volume one would speak between two people having a casual conversation. "Yes! You would order at least five blondie lattes before your meal came!" It wasn't hard for Jessica to remember small details, it was part of her job sure, but she was also very observant of people, places, things. She gave a soft smile. "I would ask Lindsey to make your coffee specifically 'cause I noticed that you tended to like your cup on the creamer side rather than stronger."

The edges of Y/N's lips curled into a thin smile. She felt her cheeks blossom into a light shading of pink as the chef mentioned her common drink order. "Yeah, 2-3 cups most days, but, man, I cannot get enough of your menu. My compliments to Lindsey, and the chef of course!" Two fingers pushed against her forehead, forming into a salute. The cheeky grin on her face was warm in comparison to the grim news playing on loop in the background. The news anchor was back from their commercial break, repeating the daily news of the fire, donation services, and the recent murders.

Before Jessica could continue, someone had interrupted the two women's conversation. "Hey Jessica." A solemn voice called her name. Turning her head, she noticed it was a regular at her restaurant. His name was Travis, he was a tall, tanned man who had a rather lean build to him. He was usually clean shaven and well-kept, but right he looked downright awful. His warm skin looked pale and sickly, neat clothing now wrinkled gray sweatpants with an equally wrinkled worn out, black hoodie. His raven, shoulder length hair was now less than combed, a bit greasy from not showering for a day or two. This was far from the Travis who occupied the counter stools.

"Travis? What happened to you? You look sick..." Jessica asked with concern in her voice.

Travis coughed into his elbow. "Y-yeah I know. I-I don't feel so hot... I'm just a little-rgh!" Once again, he coughed. Heaving into his sleeve before finally pulling back once the cough ceased. Blood smeared on his face and sleeve. "Fuck- I'm sorry, I-"

"It's no trouble. Please, look, why don't I take you to the restaurant and you can clean up a bit? I have the dinner rush, so I'll make you something on the house for the nice tip you left me the other day" Jessica turned her attention to Y/N and stood up from her seat with paper in hand. "Thank you for talking to me but I need to go to work anyway. Be safe and have a great workday!" She offered one more smile before turning her attention back to the man aside her. She patted his back and ushered her to follow him which he did so, rather closely too. Like he didn't want to leave her side. He sure seemed jittery too. Perhaps it was the cold he had making him shiver.

Y/N immediately shook her hand," no, you should go. Take care of him. He needs the attention." Her (Eye Color) orbs gazed over Travis, frowning at his condition. "Maybe take him to the hospital?" She suggested. Jessica gave a curt nod then guided Travis out of the library. The moment they were gone, the female ran a hand through her hair. What just happened? Stifling a sigh, Y/N moved back to her cart, nodding a welcoming gesture to three men standing in the nearby aisle. The wheels squeaked as she continued her journey of putting books away.

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Run back home, little rabbit... Run home

Want to read the full story? Check it out: Rabbits on the Run (Creepypasta x F!Reader) | Quotev

[mostlyinthemorning]

Around Schitt's Creek in 80 Days 5.07

5.07 A Whisper of Desire

Johnny suspects that Ted’s mom is attracted to him, while Moira can’t resist getting involved in a local musical production.

IMDB Rating: 7.7

Best line: Yes, the exact sentiment expressed by the passengers as they stepped aboard the Titanic. // Okay, well that's really encouraging. // What? They were having a rip-roaring bash before that iceberg.

Celebrity name drops: Vin Diesel

Alexis's scary adventures: Ted: "That was fun, but maybe we can start telling some stories about someone else who was naked and crying?"

Alexis: "OK, fine, but I think everyone here has already heard about my Vin Diesel adventure."

Behind the Scenes:

Props:

David's clothes: Marcelo Burlon

Video:

Bonus content: Behind the Episode - A Whisper of Desire

Fic Rec: Something Far More Suffonsifying by youwereonlywaiting

Patrick tells David about his audition, and David ends up revealing his time with Tina and Roland Jr.

Full disclosure: The cold open for this episode is my favourite

See you tomorrow!

[strawtebby]

Hypno-Pop Fem!Branch AU

Two AUs in one! I was thinking about the Hypno Pop AU by @djmurphy and listening to Britney Spears and I was like... "Huh. Theses two fit really well together." And then I starting thinking about the Idol industry and I was like. "Ok I have to make something." So here it is! I plan on writing a fic too, but so far I have a rough idea of how this goes

Fem!Branch Hypno-Pop AU

Branch - Queen B, Mega popstar and savior of the pop trolls alongside Poppy 

Poppy - Branch’s SDBFFFL (Super Duper Best Friend Forever For Life - acronym by Poppy) savior of the pop trolls alongside Branch 

Creek - Branch’s Manager and Boyfriend (wanna clarify he's just a slob, the last picture isn't trying to imply anything violent)

(it's eventual Broppy, throw in some Peppy bashing, brotherly kismet, and supportive snack pack)

After the escape from the Troll Tree, King Peppy uses the power of the string to basically brainwash Branch, she becomes Poppy’s best friend and continues to perform as Bitty B until she gets older and Creek becomes her manager after they start dating (yes he pursued her with that in mind). 

Creek decides most of her outfits and while she’s allowed to write her own music it has to be approved by Peppy and Creek first so most of her lyrics are watered down or double meanings. She has to go to Peppy pretty much everyday to get a re-up on the string’s power otherwise the negative emotions being dulled by its effects start to creep in and her colors dull.

Creek suggests she rebrand to something a little more mature, to try and perform as a woman instead of a girl while keeping up her friendly persona. It was a difficult tightrope to work but with Creek’s help she does it subtly over time with her dress and lyrics becoming more mature, culminating in her rebrand as Queen B. This happened on the 20th Anniversary of the Trollstice and the chef, thinking she was Poppy since the crowd was calling her Queen, took her and a few others, Creek included. 

Trolls 1 follows a similar flow but Creek does not get outed as a traitor, instead giving up cowbell up when the Chef threatens to eat Branch, because this was to save someone Poppy loves she understands it more and while very upset, her colors come back after Bridget saves everyone and the bergens realize they can be happy without the Trolls. Branch does not regain her colors at this time.

In this AU World Tour happens later, and instead Branch's brothers are together. JD went back to the Troll Tree like in the movie and finds no one but after he left he a few years later found the Putt Putt course by pure coincidence and reconnects with Clay. JD is grey when they meet and even though Clay has issues with his brother he doesn't want to see him like that so they decide to find the others. They track Floyd and realize he left too and Branch might be alone so they get Bruce and try to look for her. They eventually find Pop Village and find a show is being put on by some pop queen named "Queen Bee" and she's... singing a cover of their song??

(Alt lyrics for perfect)

Da-da, da-da-da

Da-da-da, da-da-da

Da-da, da-da-da (Queen B)

Da-da-da, da-da-da

Well, there she goes

On the floor, let's do this, no more talkin' (no more talkin'), huh-uh

Did anybody notice?

The energy just shifted when I dropped in

Ooh, let it drop in (let it drop in), ooh

I don't flex, but I might

Groove about to take flight

'Cause the night is young and the music's on

You’ll fall in love on sight

The sky was the limit

Now, the stars where I’m livin'

It's the vibe and I’m in it

And I’ll blow your mind

I’m so perfect, perfect, perfect

A hundred percent

Put us together you know what you'll get

Yeah, I’m so perfect, perfect, perfect

Harmony's so cold

And you'll never, ever wanna let me go

Ooh

They keep on watchin' me, watchin' me

I don't pay them no mind (She don't pay them no mind, no mind, no mind)

There ain't no stoppin', no stoppin' me

I ain't pressin' rewind (rewind, rewind)

And the sky was the limit

Now, the stars where I’m livin'

It's the vibe when I’m in it

And I’ll blow your mind

I’m so perfect, perfect, perfect

A hundred percent

Put us together you know what you'll get

Yeah, I’m so perfect, perfect, perfect

Harmony's so cold

And you'll never, ever wanna let me go

Won't let me go

I don't flex but I might

Groove about to take flight

'Cause the night is young and the music's on

And you fell in love on sight

Yeah, I don't flex but I will

I ain't lack the skills

'Cause when I do my dance, you put up your hands

Yeah, you can buy these thrills

And I’m so perfect, perfect, perfect

A hundred percent

Put us together you know what you'll get

Yeah, I’m so perfect, perfect, perfect

Harmony's so cold

And you'll never, ever wanna let me go (go)

Ooh

Perfect, perfect, perfect

[cozzzynook]

I bring some more Merformer Dratchet

Humming a low tune Ratchet turned the tap on the bath putting one hand under the water to test the temperature before walking to the other side of the bathroom. Opening a cubby he then reached out for sea salt, knowing Drift wasn't too found of fresh water compared to salt. "Drift, bath will be ready in 10 get your tail in here!" Unscrewing the lid Ratchet would pour a small amount of salt into the water before returning the jar back to its spot in the cubby.

The bathroom door opened with a creek quickly followed by Drift sliding along the tile floor with a smile, the slippery floors always made the Mer smile like a giddy pup discovering a current for the first time. "I'm here, oooh bubbles" Drift then pulled himself towards the tub reaching out for the fuzzy foam bubbles with a hand, quickly scouping up a handful Drift spent little time crushing the foam in his hands watching it get smaller with each squeeze.

"Now that you're here lets get you in the tub- Sweet Primus!" Ratchet then quickly rushed over to a very confused Drift's side quickly kneeling down and running a hand over the Mer's tail. "Are you alright Drift? You're changing colour..."

"Oh, I'm alright Ratty. Its nothing to worry about" The once white and red Mer was quickly shifting to dark grey and gold, once red zig-zag pattens have become almost a obsidian black and a lot wider and blotchy. Drift had turned his head away while his long ears had flattened completely in a vain attempt to hide his bashful face.

"If its 'nothing' then, why are you refusing to look at me?" The human scowled as he watched the Mer's face closely for any clues. "Are you sure its not a fever, you are lot warmer than normal..."

Defeated Drift let out a long sig before sheepishly turning to look at Ratchet with a small smile. "Its a breeding thing...when breeding session rolls around all Mers start changing colour in order to attract mates or blend in. I didn't tell you because I'd thought it would be weird, sorry"

Ratchet gave a soft hum before petting the Mer on his head. "You had me worried there for a moment, I thought you were dying but it turns out you're just horny" The man laughed when he saw Drift's face turn a even darker shade of pink. He then got up from his spot on the bathroom floor and reached over to turn off the tap before the water accidently flooded bathroom....again. "So, what happens now?"

"Well, normally we just fuck until we were too tired or hungry to continue but I'd understand if you don't want any of that" Fulling pulling himself into the tub Drift let out a soft sigh letting himself sink into the warm water. "I can deal with it myself just fine"

"I see" Ratchet then turned away from the bathtub as he began fussing with the buttons on his shirt. Once the buttons where undone he threw his shirt to the floor before he began un buckling his belt.

"Huh?! Ratty y-you don't have too" Drift quickly felt his face grow hotter as he watched the man undress in front of him. He could feel his valve clench down on nothing as he continue to watch and wait.

"Oh, but I want to help" Ratchet smirked as he kicked away his boxers before crawling into the tub by straddling Drift's waist and hips. Leaning a little closer he then captured the Mer's lips with his own. He felt Drift slowly relax against him, while his hands slowly began wandering the older man's body while being mindful not to use his claws.

"Mm Ratty~" Drift purred as he began losing himself in the kiss. He let out a soft whine when he felt one finger slip into his needy valve, his whines quickly turned into breathy moans when he felt Ratchet's fingers run along each sensitive spot. "Please, please, I need more~"

"Patience my dear" Ratchet whispered as he removed his fingers from the Mer's needy valve. He the turned his attention to his dick that was already begin to harden with his own arousal. Once he was ready he shuffled a little closer before pressing the tip of his dick to the entrance of Drift's valve. "Ready?"

Drift nodded eagerly as he wrapped one his arms around Ratchet's neck placing a little bite on the man's neck. He then let out a low moan as he felt Ratchet slowly slip inside and begin thrusting, setting a slow but even pace. "Ah~ Ratty, just like that that, don't stop" Drift purred and he placed another soft nip to the mans neck, his valve fluttered eagerly around the man's hard member greedily trying to suck it further into the warm heat.

"Oh fuck, Ha you're tight~" Ratchet panted as his thrust became quicker and quicker, he could feel the knot of arousal slowly getting tighter in his stomach. He didn't want this to end too quickly but he also didn't want to stop either. With a low grunt Ratchet leaned closer capturing Drift's lips again this time letting the Mer lead the kiss, he gave a soft gasp when he felt fangs bite into his lips drawing pin-pricks of blood. "I-I'm not going to last any l-longer, Drift"

"Me either -oh! ha~" Drift gave a quiet chirp before pulling away from the man's lips and quickly buried his face into Ratchet's shoulder holding on tightly. "Oh please, please just a little more" With a sudden gasp he came, his claspers tighting around the dick still inside him trying to draw an orgasm from it too. Meanwhile Drift had completely gone limp only letting out soft sighs and pants as he rested against Ratchet's warm body.

With a couple more thrusts it didn't take long for the man to finish too, with a low grunt Ratchet felt his dick throb before finale releasing long strands of sticky fluid. Letting out a content sigh Ratchet then pulled away before leaning back against the tub's edge, the once clear water had become a cloudy mess but the man didn't seem to care about that as of now. "Well, not how I planed to spend my evening. How you feeling, Drift?"

"Just wonderful, Ratty" Drift purred as he snuggled closer to Ratchet's side, he then gave a gentle lick to where he had bitten on the man's neck. "Did I hurt you? I'm sorry"

"No you didn't" Ratchet smirked as he placed a gentle kiss on the Mer's cheek before wrapping a arm around Drift's shoulder pulling him closer. "Besides I don't mind being a little rough in bed, keeps me young"

Drift gave a playful chuckle as he gave another playful nibble to the man's lips. "Good, you'll need all the energy you have because I'm going to be like this all week" His smirk grew wider when he saw the shade of light pink fall on Ratchet's cheek followed by a lustful glint in his eyes.

"Is that so?" Ratchet returned the smirk with his own as he lowered his hand from Drift's shoulder down to the base of his tail. "Well you'd better try and keep up, I was quiet the stud in my youth"

"Mmm, I love a good challenge~"

:>

Dratchet lovers come get your meal!!!

This is delicious smiley!!!