#Barry cotc

[pastelkittypup]

Noo gay people nooo

[one-silly-cart00nist]

Creek Week Day 3: Past [Baby Elders]

Rated G Elders of the Creek except they're 6 years old?!

Lunch packed. Shoelaces tied. Teeth brushed. 

Cape… folded on his bed for the fifth day in a row since mom wouldn’t let him wear it to school… but fine… Mr. Bunny would keep it safe. 

He was ready to embark on the new adventures of first grade! 

It’s been okay so far. Mark knew how to read and write already but his hand got clumsy sometimes, he didn’t mind practice. And he certainly didn’t mind all the praises! 

The journey to school was his least favourite. Kids from all grades living in the suburbs boarded the school bus, and while they rarely waited on the same stop, so Mark didn’t have to worry about being pushed around on his way up the two stairs, the ride itself was rather loud and unpleasantly lively at all times.

He refused to hop on the first day of school, and had his dad drive the car instead. He didn’t understand why that couldn’t work for the rest of the year—up until then, dad would drive him everywhere! It was a dumb rule, that kids have to take the bus, when the bus is so loud. 

But it’s been a week and Mark’s gotten used to the commotion. He always sits in the second row by the window, as far away from all the hustle in the back rows and entertained by the scenery. He’s memorised it by now. 

Now that he found a place of his own, maybe going to school won’t be so bad… 

That’s what he tells himself, anyway, as he steps onto the bus that day. Skips towards his favourite row. And finds it… occupied. 

Two girls a little older than him, sharing a journal between them. 

He coughs to get their attention but his voice comes out squeaky when they meet eyes as he tries to claim back his spot. “Bus seats are public property,” the one with glasses informs him. “So we can sit wherever we want.” 

Mark scoffs. “I called dibs.” 

“And so?” the other girl with pigtails raises her eyebrow in challenge.

What? Everyone knew about dibs! 

“So it belongs to me!” Mark reasons. 

“So it doesn’t,” she sticks out her tongue. She also folds her legs up, and Mark watches in horror as the dirty soles of her sparkly shoes rub his favourite seat. 

Not fair! They’re not respecting the rules! You have to play along! 

He’s about to give them a piece of his mind when he hears his name being called. “Maaark!” 

He turns, giving the two girls one last frown. 

(When he’s older, Mark is going to make sure that all kids follow game rules properly. And don’t put their dirty feet onto his stuff!)

About three rows to the back, on the opposite side of the bus (his frown deepens), sits Barry. They met yesterday over a Bring Out Your Beast duel. He talked his ears off on the way home about Pirates of the Dark Water, a cartoon they both happened to like. That instantly nominated him to a friend. 

Mark waddles towards him in defeat. Barry scoots over to let Mark occupy the window, just how he likes it. So it came to be… at least he found his new friend. If they talk about cartoons at least the bus ride will pass quickly. 

“Mark!” Barry exclaims again, hands slamming against the leather seat, as he grins from ear to ear. 

“Barry,” Mark responds with a smile of his own. 

“Daviiid!” another voice yells from the row in front of them, followed by a white bucket hat and pair of wide eyes peering at them from above the headrest. 

Oh. Yeah. Mark met David too, a few days back, during recess. They bonded over butterflies. David’s eyes were sparkling as Mark told him all the trivia he knew from books he read with his mom. Mark felt proud for amusing him. 

“I heard there will be science today!” David informs them. “I hope it’s about bugs and flowers!” 

“Or about volcanoes! They’re so cool when they go BOOM!” Barry exclaims, and slams his hands down again. Barry sure had spirit like no one else. 

“I’m pretty sure science is about building robots,” Mark says. He saw it on TV.

“Like Dexter’s laboratory!” Barry cheers, at the same time as David chants: “Powerpuff Girls!” 

The bus sizzles as the doors close and soon it starts moving—David, with feet still planted on the bus seat, holds with all his might to not tumble over. Mark and Barry giggle. His sweater paw sleeves hug the seat for leverage as he pulls himself a little higher, revealing his crooked nose and bucktoothed grin. 

“Hey! There’s three of us, we could play Powerpuff Girls!” His bucktooth makes him lisp, and Mark doesn’t understand half of what he says, but David’s eyes are sparkling with excitement, so Mark nods nevertheless. 

Someone yells at them from the front then, sit down and use the seatbelt!, and David’s head finally disappears. His voice doesn’t, though—and so the bus ride flies as the three friends chat to their hearts’ content.

[toypretend]

would you believe me if i said that i don’t even ship them

[needlefail]

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[varmitism]

scrungly elders gifs for your viewing and using pleasure

[bug-slappy]

there is like, forever an urge within me to draw the elders like no matter how burnt out or uninspired i am i can bust out an elder mark no PROBlem

[toastytrip]

Ponyfies Your Elders

Did these not too long ago for funsies

Unicorn Mark, Dragonpony Barry, and David is a Deer

[lifes-remedy]

"COTC Finale Countdown: The Elders Of The Creek"

9 days remain until the series finale of Craig Of The Creek.

[sleepyye]

It is just me or half of the COTC fandom is neurodivergent?????

[one-silly-cart00nist]

Warmth [Mark/David]

Rated: G Creek Week Prompt: Winter Feelings, Pre-slash

Feelings were… complicated, to Mark. 

They were an abstract vocabulary of concepts Mark could hardly relate to. Understanding where they came from and what they meant didn’t come naturally to him at all. Nor what he should do with them. 

Sadness didn’t feel like rain—it was empty. 

Falling in love didn’t feel like fireworks.

It smelled like David’s shampoo and spread through Mark’s body like a blanket—which was weird because it was December and he was shivering in not enough layers walking home from the creek after finding out the Elder Rock was snowed in. 

Yet it was there, that strange warmth that defied the physics of the weather, hanging from his arm where David’s gloveless fingers dug into his bicep.

He wanted it to stop, he’s never been good at handling feelings, but they also kept him undeniably comfortable amidst the harsh winter so he kept quiet.

He kept quiet until they arrived at David’s doorstep, until they settled on the couch and turned on the TV, until there was a familiar weight resting on his shoulder, and the sound of David’s even breathing filled the room. 

He caught a glimpse of Barry's fond smile from the armchair over, hidden behind a mug of hot chocolate. And he knew they were acknowledged. 

He heard rustling of fabric as David clung to his sweater tighter. And he felt them being spoken in return.

[akahael]

Sigh these stereotypes are killing the country

[pancakesguardian]

My Elders keychains arrived a few days ago!!!! ✨

I made a little photo session in nature to let them touch the grass hehe 🪲🪨

[orgonongurlz]

barry doodle i like :]]

[appleandchip]

I'll see you tomorrow

[scumofthewrld]

elder mark

idk

[twuizzy]

Is it just me or does the cotc fandom ESPECIALLY THE ELDER FANS!!! ignore barry a lot and only focus on david and mark? chat give barry some love please...</3