#cosmic creepers

[black-cat-showdown]

Black Cat Showdown Round 2

[barakoodra]

so i made a new twisted wonderland oc :)c hes a professor :)c his name is cosmo pitterpatter and he used to be an rsa professor but transfered to nrc bc he had more affinity with witches and dark magic!!

[derealized-biscuis]

My cat will sometimes do this delightful thing where she just walks up and beeps at me through the doorway of the room, and then keeps walking on. Teach your cat to say hi to you and you will live longer

[spinnyspood]

The pumpkin thief.

[cutestcosmiccat]

Minecraft Doodles

Did a bunch of Minecraft doodles, a bunch of your usual mobs like Enderman and Ghast, but also these designs I came up with that I call "Clockwork Experiments" being another Enderman and a couple Creepers.

[defiancecomics]

Tumblr

I'm afraid I've been

thinking

a dangerous past-time, I know

[hermitcraft-8]

hermitcraft season eight tumblr would be so fucking good.

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😳 bigeyecrew Follow

helloooo everyone remember that Big Eye has all your needs and more for this upcoming apocalypse! shop Big Eye!

🌌 gtrain Follow

Erm... Kill yourself?

😳 bigeyecrew Follow

Grian I am coming to your house and I am going to shoot you dead, you bastard.

🌌 gtrain Follow

????!!??

#WHO RUNS THIS ACCOUNT?? #KERALIS???

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🚀 cumfan135 Follow

Did you guys know earwax is actually a kind of sweat?

🐐 doctormonster77 Follow

what kind of scientist are you again?

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5

🐐 doctormonster77 Follow

5 what?

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I love my neighbors!!

🌝 pearlsies Follow

changed my mind im going to strangle scar if he blows up my yard one more time.

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🟩 joehills Follow

howdy yall! does anyone know what happened to the moon?

😁 bdizzle Follow

The what.

🟩 joehills Follow

it's a cosmic entity available when the sky is dark (night)

🛑 twinkletek Follow

i think he knows what a moon is.

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i think.

🟩 joehills Follow

i try not to assume anything about anyone. on a side note, have you looked outside recently?

🛑 twinkletek Follow

WHAG THE FUCK

#how is rhis how i found out about... whatever this is #what even is that

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🐈‍⬛ notawarriorcatsfanblog Follow

Just blew up Pearl's yard again... maybe she needs to stop putting creepers in boats.

#swaggon.txt

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guys pretty please come do some holiday shopping at octogon i'll literally suck your dick

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🐺 rendiggitydog Follow

DOC BRO YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT.

#SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY

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who said that.

[salford-blues]

My cat is a demon

A/n: I go back to Uni next week. So sad. I'm set on who to put reader with now, but I've also got a new little thing for Frederik Vesti... so if you guys would like anything for that pls let me know... cause the Vesti fanfics are scarceeeee. Pairing: F1 grid x driver!reader Summary: One of readers cats is a menace to society. Warning: none???

@yourusername

liamlawson30, oscarpiastri, logansargeant & others liked

Meet Cosmic Creepers. @ georgerussell63 thinks he's a demon in disguise, but he's really just a kooky little guy 🐈‍⬛

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georgerussel63 that thing is the only thing that scares me

> yourusername that 'thing' has a name. Be nice to cossie Georgie

liamlawson30 what is it doing??

> yourusername that was George finding out that he lost a bet

>> user.1 omg what bettttt??? tell us the bet Y/n

>>> georgerussell63 he was talking about the cat...

@yourusername

charles_leclerc, mickschumacher, frederikvestiofficial & others liked

This was Lando after Cossie bit him

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landonorris keep him away from me

> yourusername you aggravated him... he needs his space

>> maxfewtrell I think cats just don't like you mate

>>> landonorris ha... clearly

oscarpiastri bring Cossie to the races

> yourusername mayyybeee.

>> yourusername if i bring him though, then i'd have to bring all the others

>>> logansargeant bring them, bring them, bring them

>>>> liamlawson30 bring them, bring them

>>>>> landonorris you're don't even go here anymore

>>>>>> liamlawson30 wow... ruudee

yourusername fiiinnee I'll bring them...

porschef1 new mascots cofirmed?

@yourusername

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He may be a menace, but he has my heart. Here's some smiley pics of my gorgeous and cute demonic cat... I know you all love him really. Who can stay mad at that face... 💙💙

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User.2 He's so cuuutteeee

User.3 Do you dress him up?

> Yourusername they all get dressed up on special holidays

>> User.3 omg all?? you have others??? show uusssssss

User.4 Photo dump pleeaasseee

maxverstappen1 does he get along with others? if yes... playdate when??

> yourusername yes annndddd next week maybe?

>> alex_albon can we join?

>>> yourusername all are welcome <33

georgerussell63 I suppose he is quite cute

> landonorris don't fall for it George... it wants you to say that. It'll lure you in and eat you

>> yourusername don't be ridiculous

>>> georgerussell63 I mean he still gives me the heebie jeebies

User.5 oop... JUMPSCARE what is that last photo???

User.6 what in the sleep paralysis demon

yourusername you're all so horrible to him :((

[black-cat-showdown]

Black Cat Showdown Round 1

[hmshermitcraft]

(Watcher!Grian x Scar, featuring Watcher!Pearl)

The Watchers tried to target Scar only once.

This audience (Watchers plural) of Watchers didn’t know Grian was a Watcher. They also didn’t know Grian is more than happy to fight back when his loved ones are injured. He was going to visit the Watchers alone, but his sister Pearl tagged along “for the chaos, and emotional support.”

It was going relatively well, until one Watcher decided it’d be fun to kill Scar. A creeper had “just so happened to spawn” right behind the poor Vex. (Don’t worry Scar’s fine, he respawned in his train).

Things deteriorated after that, and rather quickly. Grian didn’t know if players-turned-Watchers could kill full-blooded Watchers, but he was certainly going to try.

Xisuma had to get involved.

Xisuma is pretty sure he’s never seen Grian that angry, before or since. He also had no idea Grian spoke D̵̺͌͊e̸̙͂͆ę̴͕̏p̶͎͖͛ ̷̜̐̃G̶̬͝a̵̗͗̀l̵̙͒̌a̶̬̺͝ċ̸̙̾t̴̬̘̍͒ǐ̵̠͗c̴̄̅ͅ (Deep Galactic), or that he knew such—colorful language. X and Pearl had to hold Grian back so he wouldn’t rip the Watcher apart.

That audience of Watchers never bothered Hermitcraft again. They also learned to avoid this “Scar” player as much as possible.

The Watcher who ran Secret LIFE ignored this. They were found wingless and severely injured.

-💫🌠 Anon

Xisuma is less surprised to find that most of Grian and Pearl's knowledge of Deep Galactic is swear words. He's not sure if that's a concern or a relief, but it certainly isn't his problem.

Scar still doesn't know the target that was painted and simultaneously erased on his back. He's oblivious to the cosmic war, only knowing Grian can be overprotective sometimes and gets very flustered and cute when Scar points it out.

[his-red-right-hand]

-Rubs hands together like a raccoon-

You got anymore of those Ghostface recs?

♡♡ ＼(_ _)

Gonna be revealling a lil bit of my freak to y'all with these ones. These are also all WIPs, but with a good story chunk to read through.

hold you close/tear you apart by whore_or

This story inspired me to write my own, and is very much the reason for my Depressive Cryptid Nightmare Girl reader. Cosmic horror, the Entity Entitying, Danny being his creeper self, and weird sex.

Shake the Hand of the Devil by Hooked_On_A_Feeling

This series has a great finished story of a messy ass relationship pre-Entity; and the relationship is just gonna get messier in the sequel in the Realm. Just all around a good time.

a morbid curiosity by filmclubfanghaver

Another messy, super healthy relationship. Danny is in full stalkery form in this one. You "help" that boy once and he will not leave you alone, that cat mask is really appropriate. And if you like mentally unstable readers, you will enjoy this.

[derealized-biscuis]

i have been trapped under the covers by a cat shaped void for the last half hour. and she wants dinner.

[furbocious]

Just picked up this guy, so happy! He's been on my wishlist for awhile. His name is Cosmic Creepers, or just Cosmo for short

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

WE'RE ADDING A NEW MEMBER TO OUR HOME! SO EXCITED!!

we haven't decided if it should be a dog or a cat, but we have decided to go to the shelter today and see who we bond with the most.

Our nearby shelter is having an adoption day special for valentines day so that's our date.

I told my partner that if we get another cat, I want to name it cosmo.

My partner thinks it's cute and says if we get a dog, they'd like to name it Major.

Our little gremlin (my cat) at home is coming with us to help us decide who's the best fit.

But in my mind, cosmo is short for Cosmic Creepers, and Major is short for Major Pain In The Ass.

Because it would be just our luck that we get another crazy animal in the house.

[nikethestatue]

The Paperman

Elriel Month 2023

I don't even know what the prompt is, but I wrote this. Thanks to @gracie-rosee for suggesting Paperman.

It's short and has language.

For A. 

Always the man of my dreams

When you know, you know, right?

And I knew. 

I knew that the girl with the big brown cow eyes–maybe doe eyes would be more appropriate–would be irreversibly tied to me. In some strange, cosmic way, in that sugary sweet Nicholas Sparks loopy, wordy nonsense, I just felt it. In my gut. My dick. My brain. Don’t want to say heart, but I have to admit, in my heart too. 

Brown-eyed girl was the girl. 

Only problem is, I didn’t know who the girl with the cow eyes was. Or how to find her.

It was a blustery day, so common in April, in Chicago. The weather playing mind games with the occupants of the city, taunting them with warmth and sunshine in the morning, only to plunge the temperatures to near freezing by the afternoon. Ha. Ha. Ha. Suckers!

I was standing on the CTA platform that morning, opting not to take the car to work, and now berating myself for that. ‘It’s a nice spring day’ they said. ‘A little windy’ they lied. It wasn’t nice and it wasn’t a ‘little windy’. Like a dumbass, I decided to walk to work, and not 3 blocks in, I was fucking freezing. Now, I am a big guy. I am 6”6 (like I said, I am a big guy), and you’d think that big guys, with 4% body fat and a couple of stints in Afghanistan back in the 2000s would be okay with the wind and the cold that was coming off the lake. I don’t know what it was about me–maybe it was that back then, I was in my early 20s, running hot all the time, or maybe it was my huge ass beard, or all the velcro gear that I had to schlep around on my body–but now that I was 34, I sure couldn’t tolerate the cold quite as well as I did back then.

Hence, me standing on the open platform, waiting for the train. Freezing my nuts off.

And then, Miss Thing saunters in. And to me, she is the best thing since…forever. Forget sliced bread. All I hear in my head is ‘Thunderstruck’ by AC/DC. Or AccaDacca as my Aussie friends call it. 

So I stand there, in the howling wind, under the shade of the old timey skyscrapers, shivering like a wet poodle in only my suit…and…

I am falling in love.

Like, legit falling in love. 

Tumbling.

Because cow-eyes is perfection. 

I find myself thinking that she is everything that I’d ever wanted.

I am not a white picket fence kind of a guy, but if there was a girl that i’d trade my loft for, and end up in the suburbs with, mowing the lawn every Sunday and going to Costco to pick up 96 rolls of toilet paper–this is the girl I’d do it for. 

I am hoping she is not one for the Costco trips: because if she is perfect, if she is mine, if she is carved out of my own damn rib, if she was placed here, on this platform because she belongs to me, then Miss Cow Eyes isn’t a Costco girl.

But I don’t even care. 

I stare like a creeper, because if I close my eyes, I fear that she’d just disappear and I’d have to be committed, due to some intense nervous breakdown, because I let MY GIRL go and didn’t approach her.

Now, here’s where being 6”6 sucks. 

Yeah, I got a nice Italian bespoke suit on, and my watch costs more than a house, but I also got neck tattoos, hand tattoos, Freddy Kreuger-level scarred hands, and I am 6”6 and I scare the ladies even on a good day. Yeah, I fucked a lot, still do–though now that I am in love with Cow-Eyes, I am going to be faithful forever–but the girls I fuck(ed) were still cautious, and only found their courage after the help of some alcoholic liquids. They are never disappointed when they say ‘yes’ and take a walk on the wild side with yours truly, but Cow-Eyes doesn’t seem like that kind of a girl.

She is like…pure. 

Not sure. 

Maybe she is not pure, but she is a good girl. 

She’s got a cute pink and gray checkered coat on, she’s got cute white Adidas skater shoes on, cute jeans, and a cute pink beanie, on her extremely cute head. Waves of golden brown hair whip around her perfect face, smacking around the red-painted lips that I am absolutely sure I will kiss one day. And do some other very objectionable, but very hot things with. The sight of her makes me think depraved thoughts, even though she is just standing there, being all cute, clutching a leather folder to her chest. The chest–I also want to do unmentionable things with.

Here I am, suffocating with love and lust, and Cow-Eyes has no idea and the wind is just brutal. 

A gust hits us so hard, it almost knocks her off her feet. She takes an awkward Bambi step, trying to hold on to all her crap, and I, being a gentleman and a dick, let her fall right into me. Into my ever-loving arms she stumbles, clutches my biceps with her little hands that have short, imperfect nails, and her sweet Altoids-y breath washes over me, as I hold her up. She smiles at me, all cute and flustered, and I smile like a shark, because I smell the delicious scent of fresh meat. My meat. This will all be mine, very soon.

The rumble of the upcoming train sends me into a sudden panic. 

Are we sharing the same train?

Is she hopping on one and I am on the other?

Are we destined to miss each other like two ships in the night? Nope. Not if I have anything to do with it.

Cow-Eyes is blushing like a virgin, touched for the very first time, and I don’t want to let her go, but I also don’t want it to be weird.

It’s already weird, because I am in love with her, and she doesn’t know it. She doesn’t know that she will be in love with me too. Like this is how weird this is–here I am, staring at the future mother of my children (I am hoping for twins, boy and girl, but I am flexible), and the love of my life is trembling in my arms, not knowing that I will be attempting to impregnate her pretty soon (with consent, don’t worry).

The crowds swell and she separates from me, while another gust of wind almost fells us all down. In this instance, all it does is it makes her lose hold on her folder, and out flies a piece of paper that smacks her right in her perfect face. 

I am losing her. She is fleeing my arms and I am feeling hollow and fucking empty, like she just tore a piece of my soul and took it with her. Dismayed, I watch her shoulder her way inside the train car, and she gives me a look…And I fucking freeze. Because the look is raw and full of understanding. Like she’d known me all of my life. Like she understands every strand of my being and every fucked up thought in my head. Cow Eyes blink at me, and the doors close and I watch her go. Away. Without me. 

I am so discombobulated, I feel as if a limb was severed and her phantom presence is still with me, the scent of perfume and Altoids marks my skin, my shirt, but she is not here.

Dazed. I am dazed and confused, and I watch the train snake forward, feeling like a new bride watching her lover go off to war never to see him again. 

Fuck.

How do I find a girl in the city of 5 million?

My girl.

My Cow Eyes. 

My beautiful girl who is cute head to toe and who’ll have me as a husband, and will never lose me in the crowd, because she can always spot a 6”6 monstrosity with neck tats. 

Now, who is dry humping my leg?

I look down, and there is a piece of paper wrapped around my pant, stuck there and held up by the wind. Thanks buddy! Never loved the wind as much as I love it right now. There is a rowdy looking pigeon that’s eyeing my paper like a bastard, or maybe it’s the remnants of the burrito that someone graciously tossed right on the platform, because throwing it out in a garbage bin is too much work apparently. Anyway, I don’t care, because I beat the pigeon to it and sweep the paper up in my hand, before he flies into my leg like a bull attacking a matador. I nudge the burrito towards him–buon appetito, pal–and look at the paper.

First thing–there is a perfect imprint of my girl’s lovely lips right on the paper. It’s smeared a bit, as she’s been sucki-

Okay, focus. Time for that later. The pouty outline of her lips is pure deliciousness, but I am not after spank bank material right now. Priorities and all.

It’s an invoice of some kind. To a tattoo shop.

What?

My girl looks like she’d faint at the sight of needles, but maybe I am totally misreading her? What if babygirl has a sleeve going? I mean, even I am doubting that this is the case, but why the heck would she have an invoice for some dude named Martin Scalia for $350 from Jade Eyes Tattoo and Piercing Parlour, LTD. Props to the British spelling of ‘parlor’--a classy move–but Jade Eyes??? They literally have some kind of unfathomable connection to Cow-Eyed Girl and they call it ‘Jade Eyes’? Dumb.

-

I am pensive and kind of an asshole for the rest of the day.

I have Martin Scalia’s invoice sitting on my desk in my office, and I am staring at the slightly smeared lipstick imprint like I am deranged. 

I am deranged.

I have an 800 million deal that I am working on, but all I can think of is my girl. I look out at the vast expanse of the city, its skyline dotted with an endless number of skyscrapers, all looking like overly erect dicks, the dickest of which is of course the Trump Tower. And somewhere, in this Forest of Dicks, is my girl. Who is currently not with me, and that’s just throwing me. She should be resting her sweet ass on my lap right now, looking at me adoringly, calling me ‘my love’ or ‘master’ and eagerly thinking of what I would do with her once we get home. Instead, she is gallivanting somewhere unknown to me and it’s irritating as fuck. 

My buddy Cass sticks his big head in the door of my office and asks me if I am in love, because I am, apparently, mooney-eyed. He snags a look at Martin’s invoice and the lipstick smear, then grins like an asshole and leaves me be, while whistling ‘Strangers in the Night’. I love him as much as I hate him. But mostly love. I only love two people–Cow-Eyes and Cass.

I am sprinting out of the office and onto the street like a young buck. I am a young buck. Or maybe, a middle-aged buck, but I have a plan and it’s giving me wings. I get into an Uber and we drive all the way to UIC, which, in my opinion, is still a neighbourhood that’s shady as fuck. I hope that my girl is safe walking around here. 

The car drops me off at the infamous Jade Eyes Tattoo shop.

I am gonna be honest here, I didn’t give this too much thought.

My brain is so full of my Cow-Eyed girl, that there is absolutely no space left for anything else. Like planning. Like not being a creeper and just barging in. Or considering that she might not even be there. Why would she be? Maybe she is an accountant and this is her client? I guess I can beat the shit out of the tattoo guys and demand to know the whereabouts of their sexy, gorgeous, perfect, incredible, stunning accountant who will be my wife, though I prefer not to go that route. I try to be peaceful. Usually. 

Also, she cannot be an accountant.

She is definitely a writer. Yes. She writes dark romances. I can feel it.

So….I actually don’t have a plan.

But I walk in anyway and figure I’d play it by ear. 

And there she is. The beanie is off and her golden hair is gilded by the light, gleaming light the sun at dawn.

Those large brown eyes flicker and blink, and she recongises me. The moment is right there. Seared into my memory forever. She blinks. And she knows me. She knows me through time and space, like I know her. She is my girl. It’s inevitable.

When you know, you know. Right?

“Go on a date with me,” I order.

“Okay,” she says. 

[defiancecomics]

Here's another one where I couldn't go much further than a single panel because Cosmic was just like "Oi don' wanna gets inta it." And like, fair, but damn, just one panel? Geez.

Thanks to @zazuprompts for the ideas, and here's Cosmic and his lady friend with: Depart