#A PACK OF CREEPERS...

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You want Cat Creeper? More Dancing Cat Creeper?

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HI FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO MY MOSSY CREEPER RESOURCEPACK GOT APPROVED!!

NOW YOU, TOO, CAN HAVE THIS MOSSY FRIEND IN YOUR WORLD! (provided you have optifine)

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Creeper Shuffle

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Minescryption >:3 I have a couple more sketches I probably won't get finished but meh

[gooppixel]

Stuff for an upcoming resource pack 👀

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ok but when are we getting Scooby-Doo x Monster High Skullector dolls

[drabbles-mc]

Heatwave

Part of the Creeper Vargas Wolfpack Universe

Inspired by Day 11 of the August Prompts: popsicle

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Getting this done with 10 minutes left in the day says everything you need to know about me lmao. I’ve missed writing for the Wolfpack. Creeper and his chaotic children bring me so much joy.

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It was sweltering at the scrapyard. The guys were doing the bare minimum for their yard shifts for the day, for most of the week if they were being honest, and the clubhouse was basically at a complete standstill. Intense heat, no breeze, no real shade. All the guys were moving at half speed if they were moving at all. Everything was quiet, and still.

Except for the three children that were booking it across the lot in front of the clubhouse. The twins were hot on Brandon’s heels as they all sprinted after each other again. At first it started off as the three of them racing, but it had since disintegrated into just the two girls chasing after their brother and trying to catch up to him. They were close a couple times, but he was just a little taller, just a little faster. He barely kept out of their reach but they hadn’t taken him down yet.

Kids never seemed affected by much. Freezing pool water, searing heat, pouring rain, none of it mattered. Any condition was perfect for them as long as they decided that they wanted to do something. Sweat was running down their foreheads and cheeks as they laughed, happily yelling after each other.

Creeper was watching the three of them from the deck of the clubhouse. Truly, he wanted to be sitting inside. But he wasn’t going to leave them out in the heat unsupervised except for Angel and EZ, which in his book was still basically them being unsupervised. He was sitting still, in the shade, and he could still feel the sweat on the small of his back. He wondered when the kids were finally going to run out of steam, if they were going to run out of steam.

“Good thing they haven’t made their way to the cage,” Bishop said with a chuckle as he exited the clubhouse, a beer in one hand for himself, a water bottle in the other for Creeper.

He chuckled as he gladly accepted the offering, “Brandon wouldn’t stand a chance,” Creeper shook his head, “He might be faster than his sisters, but Alex and Ava,” he exhaled sharply, “I love them but they got a little bit of devil in ‘em. They get it from their mother,” a smirk curled the end of his mouth.

Bishop watched the way that Creeper watched his children. So few people figured how to strike the balance between club and family. But somehow, he managed, even with a pack of children on his heels. Bishop admired it, envied it too, and didn’t know how to pay a compliment. So, he kept his mouth shut.

“Do they ever stop?” Bishop asked, knowing the answer already.

Creeper laughed, “Fuck no,” he shook his head, “Still haven’t figured out how to get ‘em to slow down. Just gotta let them,” he gestured to the sprints they were doing after one another, “tire themselves out.”

Just as the three of them were about to take off on another chase, the clubhouse door swung open. No one really paid any mind to it until they heard the unmistakable sound of Chucky’s whistling. Creeper and Bishop both looked over their shoulders at the man in question, wondering what he was up to. What was more curious, though, was that the sound got all three of the kids to stop in their tracks. They all whipped towards the sound, smiles breaking out over their faces as they ran over towards Chucky instead of after each other.

Bishop nodded towards the cluster of them, smiling, “That seems to do it.”

Creeper held his hand up, “Give it a second.”

All of the kids were laughing, greeting their Uncle Chucky. The title still got the cheesiest grin out of the man every single time one of them said it. It didn’t matter that he heard it over and over again from them every single time they stopped by the clubhouse, didn’t lose its luster even when Creeper would use it in passing to let him know that, “The kids are coming to see their Uncle Chucky next week.” It always warmed his heart, always made him feel a little more at home.

“Can we hook up the hose, Uncle Chucky?” Ava batted her big brown eyes at him, the same way she did whenever she wanted to get her father to cave to her wants, “Please?”

Chucky would’ve said yes in a heartbeat, but he also knew it wasn’t his call. He looked over his shoulder and saw Creeper and Bishop both shaking their heads no. They knew how quickly the water situation would get out of control with the three of them. And, while Chucky didn’t like being the one to actually tell them no, he knew that he could soften the blow.

He motioned for the three of them to follow him, “Come with me.”

All of them looked curious, nosey as they followed Chucky back towards the clubhouse and up the steps. Creeper looked over to them, “Where you guys goin’?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Alex waved him off with a slick little grin.

Creeper was shaking his head as the door shut behind the crew of them and he turned to look over at Bishop, “See? Little devils, all of them.”

There were a few minutes of silence from inside the clubhouse. Silence from the kids either meant that they were asleep, or that they were getting into something. And Creeper knew that naps were out of the question with all of the excitement going on around them.

Standing up out of his chair, he was about to walk over to the door and peek in to see what they were getting into. Before he even took his first step, though, the door flung open again and all three of the kids came racing down the streps, popsicles in their hands. They were laughing, each of their faces already streak with different colored dyes based on the flavors they’d chosen. Creeper burst into laughter, shaking his head as they resumed chasing each other, only they were all moving just a little slower for the sake of saving their treats.

The door opened a second time, much slower than when Brandon had practically kicked it open moments before. Chucky emerged holding two popsicles in one hand, and one in the other. He held the hand with two out, silently prompting each of the men to take one for themselves.

“It’s very hot out,” Chucky commented when the men hesitated.

Bishop shrugged, not able to argue the point as he took one for himself, “Yea, it is.”

Creeper was still smiling and shaking his head, “Now those kids are never gonna stop.”

“Why not?” Chucky asked, popsicle halfway to his mouth.

Creeper held up the one he was holding, “These will keep them going. All the sugar,” he shrugged, “It’s fine. They’ll sleep good tonight.”

Chucky looked confused, “They’re sugar-free.”

Both men turned and looked at him, “What?”

He shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “It’s better for them.”

Creeper laughed, nodding, “Thanks, Uncle Chucky.”

He smiled, nodding as he headed towards the steps to go back to the front office, “I accept that.”

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enter the kine shrine..............

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I played minecraft for too long now its 10pm and I gotta eat dinnar and shower and whatnot...

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Ok, minecraft complaint time

They need a way to slime proof a slime chunk

Slime spawning is a really nice mechanic if you're trying to make a farm, but I've walked into a couple of the rooms I've done only to find slime

It's well lit (which I know slime don't care about), it's... you know... it's mob proofed to normal standards. There shouldn't be random chunks that look identical to other chunks that just play by different rules

Great for farming, annoying for everything else

(Also would be nice if you could stop villagers from spawning golems. Basically anything where you can just manipulate bits of the environment, cause at the end of the day minecraft is basically an interactive diorama a lot of the time, you know?)

Anyway, it'll probably just be a matter of that sometimes you come into the map room and have to fight a giant slime, and since everything's eventually probably gonna be pretty well lit it'll probably be a frequent thing but... not much else to be done

It's something that you can live with, it's just kind of dumb and annoying is all

I like slime chunks, I just wish there was a way to disable spawning within them when you didn't want it

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Me: Man I should be making interesting content for people to engage with!

Also Me: Cat Creeper doin' a little jig

[fabledenigma]

In the Source Link, you will find a gif pack of Sydney Craven, as Laine in Jeepers Creepers Reborn. She is the female lead.

TW: Pregnancy, sickness, horror, scaring, flashing.

*Work in Progress

Source: FabledEnigma

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lmao

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mob retextures

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who are you lovely anon?!! i haven’t gotten an anonymous message in years

i spend an entirely too large amount of time trying to envision what my online friends might look/sound/be like in person — what their smile might look like, their eye colour, how tall they are, what perfume/cologne they like to wear, the way they might walk and how their hands move. it’s one of those probably-definitely-extremely-weird mental pastimes but it brings me a completely unexplainable joy to try and imagine?

and then on the rare occasion i do receive or stumble across a photo or video im always so excited because it’s like for a moment that person is less an abstract concept and more… real? i don’t know if that makes sense. i just want to meet all my online friends and admire them and tell them how much i value them all the time dksjdhdjsjk

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