#creepling

[wardancesupreme]

[salvaged-the-decaying-one]

Beastling and creepling moment

[creepling]

hi! happy 1k <3 may i request a piece with johnny x single mom reader + the prompt “will you stay?” “of course, i’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”? i thought it’d be interesting if reader was formerly captured by the sawyer family, while she was on vacation with friends, but johnny relented and decided to let her go because of how badly she begged for her life & at the time her baby was only 2 months old, which she told him. so johnny being johnny as well, he was able to track her down a month later — at first just to check up on her, but he decided he wanted to help her raise her kid & kind of switch up his life since the baby’s father is (willingly) out of the picture. also reader is a young mom (early 20s), around the same age that johnny is, he’s just a lil older. they’re still warming up to each other/developing their relationship but to the reader’s surprise, johnny’s really good with kids & has done a lot to help reader out to give her a break? AAAA THIS IS A LOT OF INFO IM SORRY but i hope it makes sense & that you have fun with making something out of this <333

AAAA ok no but i love this, idk it makes sense for the sawyers to spare a victim if they have a kid?? the whole "family" motto would get to them lol. i love all your info but i apologise if i've missed out on anything. i've made this drabble more like a time passing sort of thing so i could include everything.

tags: angst. single-mum!reader. reformed!johnny. kid is gn (use of they/it). descriptions of trauma. johnny feels a lot of guilt. mild blood ment.

“Drop the god-damn knife, Johnny. She’s got a kid for crying out loud!” Drayton barked.

Johnny’s adrenaline shot through his body, tensing his muscles and trembling his hands. “Is that true?” He growled, eyes shot out at your petrified stare.

You pulled a Polaroid picture out of your pocket, your bloody hands staining the corners. You beheld it to Johnny, trying to steady your shakes. Johnny gazed at the picture, the newborn clouded in white, its eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.

“My baby . . . My baby. I need to go home to my baby,” You sob, begging on your knees, hysterics maddening all parts of your manner.

Johnny’s knife dropped to the floor, and he thought about every bad thing he had done. There was no coming back from this.

It had been a month of silence. A month of sleepless nights and looking over your shoulder. Breastfeeding became agonising. Your baby’s cries sent you into uncontrollable alertness. Your hair was brittle and your skin shallow, the stress shivering through your body like a ghost entering your soul.

The letters came around that time. Off-white envelopes with a few dollars in cash. All that was left was a note,

For the Baby, I’m sorry.

Meeting him again after the kidnapping was an anxiety-driven step, bouncing your baby on your lap as you waited in the diner booth. You convinced yourself you lost your mind, wanting to rekindle with your kidnapper. But you hadn’t heard from anyone since the birth; the baby daddy became non-existent. Your family refuse to return your calls. The only person willing to help you was Johnny.

He was silent across from you for a while. The only words he uttered were to order from the menu. He shovelled down an apple pie while you bottle-fed your child, lulling them to their afternoon nap.

“Why are you helping me?” You remember asking. Visioning Johnny’s deep gaze, his subtle glances at your first-born, a tinge of sadness glazing his eyes.

He said he owed you too much. Your baby deserved to grow up with a male figure in its life, and you deserved someone to protect you. The sight of your youthful features withering away from stress, the permanent damage he inflicted on you, ached your eyes and down-turned your smile. It kept him up at night thinking about you, struggling with the fussing cries and flashes of his brute force. He wanted to step up. He was ready for redemption.

He drove you back home, watching over his new companions with careful eyes. His arm outstretched as he turned the wheel, hoping not to disturb the baby’s slumber. The rascal woke up eventually, full of energy the minute you invited him inside. “Would you like to hold them?” You asked, unable to ignore his loving stares.

He felt like crying, holding something so precious. Knowing he nearly orphaned this child, ridding it of a beautiful mother. He swore to protect the kid, holding its gentle head and leaning it into his chest. His gentleness surprised you, the warmth filling your smile for the first time in months.

Johnny never left the house. He hadn’t seen his family in months and had no plans on returning. Your little one was proliferating, and Johnny got used to using his strength to pry the ankle biter from dangerous objects. He ditched the knives and retired into swinging the kid until they were out of breath from laughter. He stepped up, got a job, and brought money in to keep you secure.

He was a different man, and he changed you as a mother. He repented for his sins. He begged for forgiveness with every stare your way, with every gentle touch. You finally forgave him, praying that his presence is destined to be everlasting.

“Will you stay?” He held you in his arms as you choked up, clinging to his body. 

“I’m not plannin’ on leavin’ anytime soon.” Johnny kissed the top of your head, his arms around you. Your loving touch soothing the aching heart he’s adorned for decades.

[ohcaptains]

our riddler era was my favourite era !!!! <3

hi!! do you know anyone who writes for the riddler? i read your story and it convinced me to watch the batman and now i'm obsessed with him. i need him carnally he's so pathetic i love him.

hey baby. check out my the riddler x reader or edward nashton x reader tags (all my recs are there) & check out @creepling !!

[neocurio]

[houseofcatwic]

CREEPLE PEOPLE c 1960s

[scnderlands]

any tcm character(s) +✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

are there any hairstyles you think the characters would suit? who is the most high maitenance when it comes to hair? or if you wanna go nasty... any thots on body hair?? (you don't have to answer these specifically im just throwing ideas around lol)

send me a thematic headcanon

oooo I love this one!! sorry it’s so long but I love this like this, my lil brain gets so excited

JOHNNY has definitely tried a short back and sides, and also would have absolutely tried (and kinda rocked) a mullet — but he’d just go back to his usual hair style because hes used to that the most and he knows how to style it without much effort. I definitely think he’d suit the mullet / rocker style though

HITCHHIKER doesn’t really do much with his hair but he’s the type that’d kinda end up suiting a top knot in a crackhead type of way, yk? he occasionally ties up his hair anyway because of it being so warm and when he’s working on making traps n his hair gets in his way and he kinda looks good, so I definitely think after awhile he’d suit it, but his hair is too much his style to change up that much

SONNY definitely would suit growing his hair out and having more of an afro, which he’s definitely done, and honestly I think he’s the character that suits the most hair styles and changing things up for sure

JULIE would suit having like a long bob type haircut, especially with her cute bangs and maybe some layers thrown in, but she’d probably end up hating it because she can’t braid it anymore or get it out her face properly so she’d probably just stick with her long hair

family side of the most high maintenance is definitely JOHNNY, he prides himself on his appearance and because of him going out to pick people up, he alwaaays makes sure he looks good. when it comes to victims, I think JULIE would be the most high maintenance, simply because of where she grew up and because she also prides herself on how good she looks, she definitely always needs to make sure her hair looks good, it’s one of her most important things I think!

oooh, okay i love talking about body hair (I know that’s sooo weird ;-;) okay so when it comes to everyone I’m just gonna bullet point them, is that too much detail? 😭

COOK : he doesn’t do ANYTHING, he’s old and tired, he doesn’t gaf anymore, and even in his youth he wouldn’t have done anything

BUBBA : okay we all know bubba, leave him alone

HITCHHIKER : I honestly don’t think hitchhiker has that much hair, he doesn’t have a load of leg hair, but he has a lot of armpit hair that stinks because my man doesn’t wash his arms properly 😭 also definitely has thick pubes but not too bushy, yk?

SISSY : she actually grooms herself pretty well surprisingly, she just doesn’t always keep on top of it, she shaves her legs and under her arms if she’s wearing something that shows her arms!! when it comes to pubes she trims and keeps it looking neat but she has pride in her bush

JOHNNY : mans kinda hairy, a little chest hair, decent bit of leg hair, but he does shave and manscape! shaves his armpits pretty often, and he doesn’t shave down there but he trims it a lot to keep it nice and neat

NANCY : she’s also old and tired, doesn’t really care to shave the hair she has left, which isn’t much, and she never really shaved much other than the lower half of her legs and occasionally her armpits

CONNIE : she’s hit and miss with it, she doesn’t mind doing it occasionally but she doesn’t go out of her way to do anything. she’ll shave her legs the most often, because she’s always wearing shorts, but her armpits and pubes are a different story. also I headcanon connie with hairy arms that she doesn’t shave because she doesn’t mind having the slightly darker hair on her forearms n she kinda likes it!

LELAND : shaves his chest, with whatever hair he manages to grow, but then he doesn’t really touch the rest of his hair — unless it gets so wild it annoys him, then he’ll trim it up but that’s it honestly

ANA : she didnt really care about it all that much but she shaves because of cheerleading, trims the bits that can’t be seen but when it comes to pubes, she kinda likes having the full bush

SONNY : let’s his hair grow, occasionally trims his pubes but not often, he likes his natural hair and thinks he looks good with it (he does). he doesn’t have loads of leg hair, but still enough, and he has a little bit of chest hair — definitely has a great happy trail too

JULIE : trims and shaves and plucks everything super often, likes how it feels afterwards and just likes how she looks like that

DANNY : trims his armpits and pubes occasionally but leaves everything else, he’s not really that bothered but he likes to keep himself “cleaned up”

[latvian-spider]

Mayhem VS Creeplings

Originally Uploaded on DeviantArt as WinxPossible on Jan 27, 2024

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Original Description:

Mayhem taking on the Creeplings!

Which is about as much as she can handle, because, let's face it, this girl is a civilian that can do magic - she is not equipped to be fighting big time baddies.

So, no, she would not be fighting Dark Kat or anything of his caliber, they would cream her.

But taking out the mooks or protections so that the heroes have an easier time stopping them - that is more of her wheelbarrow.

Because if you hear 'BOOMF' and 'HUZZAH' from a different room when you're a mook, you're gonna investigate - which only leads you to getting smacked and knocked out.

And in turn, Razor can sneak in easier - even if he has no idea why the bad guys security is so lax at the moment.

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This is the third drawing with her, chronologically, but the second one is a Spooky Season one, so we're skipping it until October comes.

But I did redesign her Witch outfit when making the second drawing, making it more magical girly, while keeping the shape of the first version.

In universe explanation? Um...dunno...something, like, she decided instead of having a whole ass outfit to hide, Marie chose clothes she already has and just color changes them for the occasion?

[sspacegodd]

I would slap on scars, gaping wounds, a third eye, a fourth eye, and a shrunken head necklace and then.........

I WOULD WALK AMONGST THE OTHER KIDS.

My childhood was way better than yours. We teetered on the brink of old and new at breakneck speed. Somehow we lived without computers. Mom would drop you off at these new-fangled things called "bands" and tell you to just be sure and be home by Monday.

And then there were these things.

Hot metal molds, bottles of gooey plastic poured into them, long electrical cords, and thee. We were the last generation to truly taste freedom and danger.

Now it's too late.

Safety rules.

[lockwood-grows-on-locktrees]

[fullmoonfireball]

i dont care HOW creeple that steeple is, 200 boos in one building is too many. this'd be a fire hazard if any of 'em were alive.

[wardancesupreme]

sea sirs

[salvaged-the-decaying-one]

Ask any of my characters anything

[creepling]

✒️ - “making fun of them for their favourite (movie/book/etc) then (watching/reading/etc) it because of them and ending up loving it” + johnny <3

(congratulations on 1k you’re writing is so immersive and the characterisation is always SO on point you deserve every note and follower <33)

omg anon thank you sm, that is so sweet. i love this prompt so much because i have been wondering what type of movies and books johnny would be into. hope you like the result<33

tags: ment of a clockwork orange. canon-set in 1974. johnny is smoking and gets a lil pissy at reader

"Surely you go to the cinema now and then," You scoff after Johnny admits he wasn't one to watch many movies.

"Nah, don't like 'em," He shrugged, resting his feet on the porch fence, and he swung on his chair. You watch as he draws his cigarette, shaking your head in amazement.

"Have you ever seen a movie in your life?" You tease, shading your eyes from the blazing sun.

Johnny frowned and exhaled the smoke from his mouth, "Of course, I have, dumbass. I'm not that stupid."

"Well, what's the best movie you've seen so far?" You ask, leaning back on the fence, your blinded eyes adjusting to Johnny's face.

He thought for a good while, sucking his cheeks and staring into space. "A Clockwork Orange," He blankly answered, returning to smoking his cigarette.

Your eyebrows knit in inquisitiveness. You have heard of it; it came out a few years ago. But everyone you know who saw it said it was disturbing, so you did not go and see it. "Isn't that the British one with a lot of violence in it?"

Johnny shrugged, "It wasn't that bad,"

You scoff out a laugh. "Trust the bad boy to like a movie with a lot of violence in it," You tease, earning a glare from him.

"You asked me my favourite movie, and I told you. Now you wanna get at me for it?" Johnny's defensiveness took you aback, causing you to laugh nervously.

"I'm only joking, Johnny. Damn, calm down." You say, but Johnny was already storming back inside the house. You took that as your message to leave and sulk back to your car.

In the week you were away from the Slaughter yard, you took the time to go to a midnight screening of A Clockwork Orange, thinking you owed Johnny some gratitude for teasing him. Once you left the cinema, you were amazed. Sure, it was violent, very violent. At times, you shielded your eyes from the screen. But for Johnny to like it, it was surprisingly visualistic. It was grotesquely beautiful.

The next day, you visited Johnny, approaching the porch like a dog with its tail between its legs. You were curious to know if Johnny was mad at you as he gave you a blank stare like he always does. In the same position, smoking a cigarette, you walk up to him and stand by his side.

"I saw that movie you like the other day," You begin, looking for his reaction.

He glances at you, keeping to himself. You lean down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head.

"It was terrific," You confess. Johnny's shoulders shifted as he chuckled. "What?"

"Trust you to tease me for liking a movie and end up likin' it yerself," He said amusingly, leaving a peck on your arm. At his return to affection, you smiled and hugged him tighter.

"I kinda wanna see it again. Maybe we should go together?" You suggest.

Johnny smirks as he rubs your arm and pulls you closer, "Sounds like a date."

[ultimatebottom69]

Back on my bullshit about Alien Stage. As someone who only watches the animatics and Tumblr leaks of official art. Here is my opinion.

Everyone in Alien Stage is a selfish cunt to an extent.

Luka by refusing to let himself die because he lived for a few more years then anyone (Yes that is a reason that i read in the youtube section which to me is so fucking evil to say or even think but i'll talk about it later)

Till by never letting go of his romantic feelings for Mizi. Also not escaping when he clearly could have BECAUSE of his romantic feelings for Mizi.

Ivan for never letting go of his romantic feelings for Till and then kissing him (without consent yes) which kinda precursed why Till would absolutely lose the last round (Also Till was never winning in the first place tbh but that's another talk) and not just running away from ALNST because of his crush. (I am banging my head against the wall at this point)

Mizi for never ever questionning the Alien Stage (she was a child she gets a pass for that one ) and using Sua for her creepling loneliness after she volunteered to participate in ALNST.

Sua for never ever saying to Mizi that her dream of competiting against her...Was...Well...We saw what happened in Round 1. Like at any point Sua could have told her that this was a death game. She didn't want to because she loved Mizi dearly and was herself dealing with creepling loneliness and was starved to feel love.

Hyuna for never letting go of her brother's death (justified), losing her leg (it looks cool but i know what phantom pain is like it SUCKS)building up a whole ass rebellion which is so impressive by the way, singing a song about how she loves herself...And then letting herself get shot in front Luka to hurt him because she loves him. Like- girl ???? Slay but what the fuck.

Now notice....They are selfish cunts to an extent. And that's fine because that's human nature baby. These are kids who were either grown into the ALNST cage (LUKA THE BOY) or got locked up there (Till, Ivan, Sua) or volunteered (This stupid pink hoe)

That's beautiful. That's human nature. Everything could have been prevented...How ? Well if the vilains did not exist. Which is not Luka. It's the Aliens. If the Aliens did not exist we would be fine. They all were destined to joy and laughters...Instead they have hardships and barely any rewards (looking at Luka who was forced to participate again after winning once) but Love did exist. In it's ugliest most raw form but it existed. Sincerely did.

Frankly I love all the characters, none ever gave up, yes they came close to it but they never truly did they tried and tried. That is admirable. I have respect for each of them, for their respectable individual skillsets, lives, what could have been, what happened, why it happened and how.

ALNST is a great fucking serie. I just wish you all would look at the facts and not just theories who are for the most part wrong and did not follow the lore presented (like Luka volunteering to participate again. Bro you all believe this shit ? Why would ANYONE volunteer into a deathgame AGAIN especially the fact that it's absolutely his controlling owner who forced him again, the ballsack looking one)

Anyway. It's a great serie. I love analysis of clips i have read on Tumblr so far even the ones who were wrong. You all cool as fuck.

[finniestoncrane]

KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k giveaway commission: thank you sweet and precious @creepling for my first foray into a sex pollen style fic, and the perfect subject for it! waller has synthesised a replica of some brainiac serum that encourages procreation, and since george literally will take any excuse for a good root, he and reader are the test subjects 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: sex pollen-esque, dubcon elements, overstimulation, breeding kink, exhibitionism

"Send her in."

"Ms Waller, have you really considered the ethical implications of-"

"Do you want to go in there?"

"N-no."

"Well then, send. Her. In."

Only three days since Hack had discovered documentation of a serum in Brainiac's logs that encouraged repetitive breeding amongst subjects, with successful procreation leading to the optimal genetic conditions being chosen from both parents for the offspring. And in that three days, Waller had gained permission from the government for ARGUS to implement a test of the synthesised serum.

They had so many more fights ahead of them, and she didn't consider herself to be working with the best team. However, she could at least admit that amidst all the negative traits, there were some positives. But the risk was still there, so she wasn't about to select the top for the experiment.

Which is why she had settled on George Harkness. If anything went wrong, she wouldn't feel bad losing him. And for his partner, a random inmate. No discernible talents, so to speak, at least not in a way that would be effective against meta humans or alien hoards. But someone who was of sound-ish mind and could offer a sense of stability to whatever George was offering.

That's where you came in.

All they had to do was mentioned a reduced sentence and you had agreed. Truthfully, when they had been explaining it to you in the medical checks, you had only focused on the concept of finally, after months of no physical contact, having sex, at last.

Something that your partner was equally excited about.

In the room beyond the door where you were being kept, George was standing against the wall, rutting into it, his stiff cock bashed against the surface in a bid to find any kind of friction. He'd been given the serum five minutes before, and the effects were almost instantaneous.

The serum had been injected into you moments before they led you down the corridor, so you were slightly behind him in terms of your side effects. That meant you were vaguely shocked when you were shoved into the room, the door locked behind you, and you found George humping the air as he turned to you.

"Hello, Sheila! What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this then?"

His grin was wide, pushing into his cheeks, the creases in his face deep as he winked and narrowed his eyes. Usually, that kind of blatant, and poor, attempt at flirting would have put you off, but the serum had begun to work through you. That, and you had to admit that you definitely found him attractive.

George lifted his shirt off as he walked towards you, flexing his muscles and tensing them, showing off like a peacock. It was effective, as you felt your own stomach tighten, warmth spreading through your core as you took in the sight of him, fit, sturdy, oddly charming.

"Hot in here, ain't it, babe?"

As he took off his signature beanie, tossing it to the floor, he shook his hair out, the sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead falling onto the floor with the movement. Meeting him in the middle of the floor, you pressed your hands to his torso. A move that was far more forward than one you were likely to make under normal circumstances, but you were practically growling, desperate to feel his body, aching for him to be as close to you as possible. Your cunt clenched, longing for something to fill it, and George was right there, willing and eager.

"Fuck me."

"You not gonna ask me out to dinner first, babe?"

"I don't know how much time we have before the serum wears off... do you really want to risk it?"

He smiled wide, licking at his lips and waggling his tongue at you before putting it back in his mouth.

"Yeah, fair point well made, love. You know me, any excuse."

With complete abandon to any of your senses or social norms, you let your pants fall to the ground, stepping out of them and falling to the floor. Maneuvering yourself onto your hands and knees, you reached behind to spread yourself open for him.

"Where do you want it then, babe?"

You looked to him with a questioning gaze. From her position behind the two-way glass, Amanda rolled her eyes, unable to comprehend his stupidity.

"Oh right! The... the thing..."

Quickly, and with very little care for any foreplay, George ran a finger down your slit, spreading your slit over your cunt before he pushed his cock deep within your walls, beginning to fuck you at an energetic and frantic pace.

"Fuck me, babe... they'll have to get a team of men to pull me out of you."

"They're... not gonna... hng... pull you out, George... that's the point..."

His eyes widened as he realised, rutting into you more frantically at the excitement of cumming inside of you, painting your insides, his seed there for a purpose.

"Oh, yeah! Well, I've already made one... might as well give it another go!"

As he neared his orgasm, his words became cruder, alluding to the act in a way that was so lewd you could feel yourself getting wetter and warmer with each statement.

"... fill you up... get it right up there in you... no chance you're leaving here empty... tied to me always, eh?"

With what you could only describe as a howl, you felt his body tense and shudder, one last final, deep thrust into you as you were filled with his warm, thick seed.

He kept rutting, a sticky mess against his abdomen and your rear, coating his dick, your slick and his cum combined as he kept pushing himself forward. His cock was softening, but he refused to move from you, and only when you collapsed onto your stomach was his length released.

George's cum was still spilling out of you, so much of it even after he had spent an extra minute pumping it deep inside of you, ensuring that you would definitely be in receipt of his significant contributions towards Waller's future line of controllable, successful squad members.

And as you felt yourself finding the energy to ask for a second round, you turned to find George still rutting, his hips jerking into the air, clearly ready to go again, too.