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“btw i dont ship them!”

okay pussy.

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I made another stamp

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ok

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i just wanna know if it really is just me and a bunch of men

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who up creeping they cast

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why do I see absolutely nobody talk about matt from all moist critikals tier lists and such? did he do something that I’m unaware of? is he controversial?

I’m a newer fan and would love if someone had some insight cause i actually rlly enjoy watching matt & charlie together

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i feel like this has meme potential, for anyone out there that wants to do something with it

taken from this video

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Creepcast prompts are so odd because what do you mean I'm drawing Wendigoon as Shinji Ikari from Evangelion telling the sherrif from Borrasca V to kill himself

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Why why did Borrasca V have to be like that whyyy

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I'm 4 hours in the new creepcast episode and the author has done such a good job at making me want to murder the main character.

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Regressiplier & Regressepticeye

Flags for regressors who are fans of Markiplier or Jacksepticeye!

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c.....creep camp?!?!?!!!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!

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momentary solace > on my ao3 | words: 1k+ | teen & up

prompts: pavement slabs after rain (3), clothes sharing

summary: still trekking through texas to find jc and nicole, erik is on driving duty and tries to find good in the situation at hand

a/n: sequal to a night in texas & tagging @the-ghost-in-your-walls for ur lovely comment <3

tags: erik/kelly, background case ?, eventual relationship, background nicole/jc, background rethu/cyrus, swearing, banter, clothes sharing

The mini van slows to a stop and Erik winces hearing the breaks squeak, he’s surprised Husnyia’s car hasn’t given out on them yet after all the driving they’ve been doing.

“Mm are we switching off?” Kelly groans from the passenger seat as Erik unlocks his seatbelt. It technically is time for them to switch off and for her to drive but Erik isn’t tired and Kelly’s been asleep for only the last hour or so. He’ll give her more time to rest.

“Nah. Just gonna get some gas.” She gives a weak nod before nuzzling back into the hoodie she’s been using as a makeshift pillow. It’s Erik’s hoodie, he’s been wearing it so much and without a way to wash clothes while on the road… he can’t believe she’s within five feet of the thing. It must have fifteen layers of his cologne spritzed onto it by now.

“I’ll keep watch.” Neither of Kelly’s eyes are open. Erik chuckles to himself before climbing out of the car to fill the gas tank that doesn’t really need to be topped off yet but Erik needs an excuse to stretch out.

After a moment of cracking his back, lunging his legs to try and get the stiffness out, and probably looking insane to whatever clerk is no doubt watching him from inside- Erik actually starts to do what he came to do. It’s late and the sun has already dipped behind the skyline but there’s light from the streetlights and the gas stations own overhead lamps that give Erik enough of a view to take in the area.

It was pouring rain maybe half an hour ago and none of the puddles have had enough time to dry up yet. The pavement under his feet smells like the rain, or maybe it’s the air, or just the dew that’s leftover on everything he touches from the gap pump to the cars gas cap. Whatever. Doesn’t matter. It smells like rain and after being stuck in dead heat with Texas summer quickly approaching, it’s nice.

Once the gas tank tops off and his card gets the money sucked out of it- the gas being cheaper has been about the only perk of staying in Texas - Erik looks up to see Kelly is watching him through the window. She quickly ducks her head back and pretends she was lying down again but Erik feels a grin creep onto his face.

It’s been hard to feel anything but fucking miserable in the weeks they’ve been looking for JC and Nicole, nobody has been in a particularly good mood and Erik has been subjected to some… distasteful comments.. because of it. He doesn’t blame anyone that’s used him as an outlet, he gets it, after admitting he was thinking about helping those witches try to kidnap Cyrus, yeah he’s an easy target. But Kelly hasn’t been like that.

Whether it’s because she just doesn’t know what he did or isn’t attached to him or Cyrus enough to take sides- he really isn’t sure. But it’s nice nonetheless. There’s a momentary solace she’s able to bring to Erik with just a simple sleepy smile or sarcastic comment thrown Rethu’s way that leaves them gaping and Erik covering his laughter.

He climbs back into the car but doesn’t move to start driving again. The back of the car is quieter than he thinks it’s been since this journey began. Cyrus and Rethu are spread out across each other right behind the front seats, and behind them Bob and Husnyia are slumped against each other with their arms crossed respectively. This has to be the first time all four of them have been able to sleep in the car at once, it’s normally one at a time or the rare chance of two at a time.

“Saw you doing gymnastics out there.” Erik tears his eyes away from the rearview mirror to turn and see Kelly’s small smirk. She still has her eyes closed.

“I was stretching, you try driving for ten hours and not getting stiff.” He whispers back to her but knows even if he talked normally, the others probably wouldn’t wake up. They’ve all been so exhausted he doubts even an earthquake would wake them.

“Whatever you tell yourself to feel better.” Kelly’s arms cross over her chest as her smile grows when Erik doesn’t shoot something back automatically.

She probably thinks she’s winning this little quarrel they’re having but Erik’s a little too busy staring at the shirt she’s wearing. Not only is she sleeping on his hoodie, she’s got his favorite shirt on. It’s an old beat up Led Zeppelin shirt that he distinctly remembers Kelly saying was cliché and stupid since he doesn’t even listen to them anymore and was only a true fan in high school. Now it’s on her body, a little baggy but not much, he’s definitely stretched it out over the years which is obvious with how it drapes down Kelly’s neck a bit. He can’t look away.

“Did you lose your luggage?” He blurts and instantly regrets it. It doesn’t come out playfully harsh like how he wanted it to but instead a little nervous and pitchy. Idiot.

“What?” Kelly’s eyes finally snap open and her brow raises.

“Your shirt.” It takes a second but then Kelly blushes and tightens her arms around herself like it’ll make Erik forget what she’s wearing.

“My bags in the back, I wanted something comfortable.”

“I haven’t washed it in three weeks, you know that right?” Given that he was wearing the shirt the day they left, it’s probably been longer than that since he can’t remember the last time he did laundry back at home.

“No wonder it smells like sweat and that stupid cologne you insist on dousing yourself in.” An offended gasp leaves Erik and he turns to be facing her more head on.

“Me? You wear that overly priced perfume that smells like snorting cupcakes.” She giggles something tired and cute and for a split second, Erik forgets everything else going on. All he can focus on is Kelly looking at him with her big hazel eyes giggling because of something he said.

“I think you have me and Rethu’s perfumes mixed up, I use a cherry blossom perfume not a vanilla cupcake.” Flustered back into reality, Erik shifts himself to be facing the steering wheel and turns the key in the ignition to pull out of the station with a mutter ‘whatever.’ Kelly keeps staring and Erik pretends he doesn’t notice.

They both ignore the blush on their cheeks.

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I've been making Creepcast fanart btw, we got anybody up creeping they cast on this site?

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Jennifer Charles after Eriks betrayel: "You wanted immortality, I wanted to die when I was 16. We are not the same."

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Drek honestly has amazing role models. Every accomplishment is a great one when there are a former drug addict and a war criminal telling you "We'll it's better than what I did at your age"

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Quick Isaiah before I go to bed