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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

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a night in texas > on my ao3 | words: 2k+ | teen & up

prompts: cheap dollar store cologne, cigarette smoke, only one bed (1&2 on list)

summary: in the midst of a long hunt to rescue jc and nicole, kelly has to share a motel room with erik for a night, things ensue

tags: erik/kelly, background case ?, swearing, only one bed, eventual relationship, background nicole/jc, background rethu/cyrus, hurt/comfort

The second Kelly and Erik step inside, Kelly’s face scrunches up in disgust. It reeks of cheap dollar store cologne and stale cigarettes in here. Sighing, Kelly puts her bag on the floor and lets Erik lock the door behind them.

One bed. Of fucking course.

Being on a three week long mission to rescue JC and Nicole wasn’t bad enough, now Kelly is saddled with sharing a bed with Erik, of all people. She knows something happened a few months back and Bob had almost completely fired him and was maybe going to get him arrested, the details aren’t really there, Kelly just knows she’d rather deal with Cyrus and Rethu acting all couple-ly around her than this.

“You care if I take first shower?” She gives a dismissive hand wave to Erik and hears how he rummages around his duffle bag before heading towards the probably mildew infested bathroom to shower the days work away.

They drove for the entirety of the day, left around four am actually, and have just made it to Texas. The humid heat alone has made Kelly wish she was anywhere else but knowing JC might be getting hurt at this very mom-. She shakes her head. They’ve been working at this non-stop, she needs to rest.

Quickly, Kelly slips out of her jeans and t-shirt for a more comfortable pair of sleep shorts and a tank top before Erik gets out of the bathroom and sees her changing. She might show herself off as work but that doesn’t mean she needs him looking at her that way, especially not now. The shorts and tank top allow more air flow on her overheated skin which is nice and less constricting to move in when she goes to flick the old ass AC unit on.

“Stupid thing.” She mutters to herself as it spews out a loud noise of not-working-anytime-soon she hates to hear. A groan escapes Kelly’s lips as she drops her head to the wall and tries to calm herself.

Cyrus already blew up at Erik earlier today at one of their gas station stops, over something Kelly’s brain can’t even remember at this point, she just knows Erik didn’t really deserve it. He thankfully took it stone faced and calm before he told Cyrus to get a fucking pack of gummy bears to “get some sugar in his system” or something. They’ve all been on edge, it’s not lack of sugar.

The distant sound of Erik cursing breaks Kelly’s thoughts and she lifts her head off the faded wallpaper and turns to stare at the bathroom door. It opens too angrily and Erik stomps out, clad in only a towel around his waist, hair and body sopping wet.

“You okay?” Before she can get a reply- Erik has one of the motel bed pillows in hand and shoves his face into the dated design on the case before screaming. People in the next room definitely heard that- Bob and Husnyia, Kelly remembers them checking into 107 right next to her and Erik’s 106 room. She hopes they don’t come over here and ask what’s wrong.

“Guess not.” She mumbles more to herself than anyone but still watches Erik drop the pillow, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment and his eyes flicking to Kelly’s before dropping to the floor just as quick.

“Sorry. There’s no hot water. I just wanted to shower.” He plops onto the bed and pushes his still dripping hair off his forehead.

“It’s like ninety degrees in here, why don’t you take a cold shower?” Erik’s back twitches as Kelly gets closer, sitting on the end of the bed so she’s not directly next to him.

“I like the heat. Demon and whatever.” His hand motions uselessly in the air and Kelly pretends to know that was a thing. Do demons really like heat that much? That feels like the most stereotypical thing she’s ever heard.

“But you’re only like a fourth demon.” Daggers get shot Kelly’s way and she winces. She didn’t mean to say it like that.

“I just- I mean- I thought maybe that skipped you.” It’s not a graceful save but Erik shakes his head, water flying to hit the side of Kelly’s arm in a welcomed coolness to her hot skin.

“Nah. I got all the bad stuff that comes with being a demon, none of the cool shit.” Without thinking- Kelly reaches and pushes some of Erik’s grown out hair away from his horns so they peak out.

“Your horns are cool.” And if she’s honest with herself, she’s always liked how his hair curls a bit the longer it gets.

She remembers when JC and him were friends before JC got sober and Erik would sneak into their bedroom after a fight with his parents- Kelly was never supposed to go in JC’s room but the few times she’d sneak in there grab something, Erik was usually there too. He was cute back then, annoying, but cute in that scraggly-bad-boy way. And his hair was never put together so Kelly got to see how curly it really got as the months without a haircut went on.

“You might be the only one who thinks that.” She pulls her hand away like it’s been burned, realizing she’s had it there for far too long.

“JC would agree with me.” And then, suddenly, like the weight of what they’re doing in this motel room hits the both of them again in one swoop: Erik looks at Kelly with a frown and she feels her chest go tight.

“Hey, we’ll get them back, both of them.” He reaches a hand to Kelly’s shoulder with a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah…” Kelly hates herself for thinking this, but she almost forgot Nicole was missing too.

She’s been so consumed with losing her sibling that she hasn’t been thinking about what Nicole is going through right now. The thought makes guilt eat at her - her and Nicole are friends, not best of friends but still, they go shopping together and send memes back and forth, and Nicole… Nicole loves JC so much. JC loves her so much. They have something Kelly has never got to experience herself and she isn’t sure she ever will- she shouldn’t be brushing their bond to the side.

“I’ll go put some shorts on and we can go to bed, get away from our thoughts for a bit.” Erik gives one last squeeze to Kelly’s shoulder, giving her a knowing look as if he was thinking the exact same thing as her, and gets up to trudge back into the bathroom.

For the millionth time today, Kelly reminds herself not to get sucked into her mind and instead gets up to check the bed for bed bugs or whatever those news articles say to do when you get to a hotel room. She just needs to distract herself.

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“Lights on or off?” She’s leaned over about to flip the only light still on in the room off- it’s a dim, yellow tinted, bulb that she wouldn’t mind sleeping with on and she distantly remembers JC always having the Tv playing or some light on those times Erik would stay over.

“On, if you don’t mind.” It’s left on and Kelly settles against the mattress.

Her and Erik are as far apart as two people can get in a bed this tiny and the scratchy comforter is pulled up over Kelly while Erik is on top of it on his side. There’s a throw blanket in the back of Husnyia’s mini van that Kelly was tempted to grab but didn’t want to risk waking Bob for the keys to the car. They’re in a shit ass town in the deep south so she doubts Bob would ever leave the car unlocked.

“You have to close your eyes to sleep.” Erik mutters and Kelly instinctively rolls her eyes- he somehow gets on her nerves more than JC ever has or even their older brother, which says something.

“I’m getting there.” No she’s not. She doesn’t think anyone’s slept good in the three weeks since JC and Nicole first didn’t show up to their respected shifts. The most anyone’s gotten is during their seemingly never ending periods in the car when someone will fall asleep against a window if they’re lucky.

“I know it’s hard but I think we’re on driving duty tomorrow so at least try.” Ugh fuck, he’s right. They’re going to have to switch off all day until they reach the next milestone farther into Texas where JC and Nicole should be. It’s some bad guy from Bob’s past that’s taken them, lord knows what he’s doing in Texas now.

“I can’t sleep knowing JC is probably being strung up and tortured right now.” Fairy’s can be ruthless if they want to be from the little Kelly actually knows about them.

“You can’t think like that, for all we know they’re just locked in a room being left alone.” Erik shifts and stretches an arm above Kelly’s head to rest behind her pillow, fingers tapping against the mattress in a way that Kelly would be able to hear loud and clear if she turned her head to the side.

“Your tapping will keep me awake.” He stills but looks unimpressed by her changing the subject.

“I’ll stop. Just get some sleep.” The dusty alarm clock on the nightstand blinks bright red at her: 1:23 am. They should both sleep, she knows logically it’ll end badly if they don’t and try to drive for hours tomorrow.

They lay in silence for a few moments before Kelly groans and turns to be facing Erik, he’s got his free hand tucked under his head and is staring at the ceiling while the other arm is still flat above her pillow. It’s too damn quiet in here. She huffs again and all Erik does is sniff a little.

“Go back to tapping.” Nothing else happens but he listens and Kelly tries to focus on the tap-tap-tap of Erik’s fingers on the mattress echoing through her ear as she lays on the paper thin motel pillow. God it really does smell like cheap cologne in here.

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Kelly isn’t sure how much time passes and she refuses to look but neither of them have fallen asleep. Erik is still tapping, Kelly is staring at him like that’ll lull her to sleep, and Erik hasn’t torn his eyes off the popcorn ceiling. Kelly’s about ready to start screaming.

“We should’ve just kept driving and taken over for Bob and Husniya.” She finally breaks the tension and Erik turns his head to look at her.

“The others were exhausted, we’ve been in the car all day.” Rethu and Cyrus were starting to get particularly stir crazy in that car and Bob might’ve actually taken her sword out if they got cut off one more time- but Kelly would rather being doing something than just lying here. It feels useless.

“Then we should’ve taken more than one car.” Erik quirks a brow.

“You were the one who insisted on sticking together.” A loud frustrated groan escapes Kelly and she shifts a bit before trying to bury her face in the mattress- she ends up with her forehead on Erik’s bicep. And when did they get this close?

“Don’t remind me of my own dumb decisions.” He snorts and suddenly curls his arm up so her head is covered by him before she’s pulled up closer, head finding his bare pec easily, absolutely no resistance from Kelly. If this night is going to feel like it lasts three years then she might as well be comfortable for it and Erik is much more comfortable as a pillow than the actual motels pillow.

“Just focus on my heartbeat, it’ll help you sleep.” It sounds stupid but she does her best to listen anyway. Just to speed this night along.

To her shock, it starts to work. Erik wraps her up tight in his hold and the steady thrum of his heartbeat lets the thoughts drift away from Kelly’s mind before she’s pulled into sleep.

She makes a mental note to not talk about this in the morning.

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// bob/violet from cafae latte fanart //

haha that funny moment when a battle breaks out mid work day and you have to surrender to save your workers who are actually family atp haha so funny right guys…… (based on a fic idea I have)

I gave up on the background but peep the blue & white marble on the sword for cyrus hehe (also idk how swords work so excuse that)

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my only life goal right now is to survive until october(Heart of Iron gets released then)

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“I have to do all the work around here” I say while looking for agere content for the most obscure fandoms known to man expecting there to be some against all odds

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I only did this to draw Eric, and he came out the worst.

I am not that bad at drawing, but it all falls apart when i try to put it all togheter in an ilustration, or a comic.

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Not Kelly, but you know who I’m talking about

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everyday I become more convinced kyle gallner is the ultimate erik casting for cafae latte

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i really love it when people here are “not normal” about the things they love. yes!! break down the scene that you’ve been obsessing over for weeks! create incredibly intricate theories based on a few throwaway lines! explain why you love this character so much—458 reasons and counting, and with visual aids! i love to see people putting their heart and soul into not being normal!!!

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erik/kelly moodboard - I was bound to post about these two eventually. fandom goers don’t snipe me for this pls im just having fun !! also might write a fic for them but no promises

lore beneath the cut (slight nsfw)

started as a one night stand shortly after erik started working at cafae latte

erik was at a bar, only drinking soda and searching for a one night stand to distract himself from his unresolved feelings for jc he thought he left behind

kelly spots him first and quickly uses him as an out to get away from a man she’d rather not spend her night trying to avoid with bullshit excuses

“erik! there you are! haha you disappeared on me babe!” and very suddenly erik has an armful of kelly barreling herself into his chest and practically shoving the random man away

“oh yeah just had to piss, sorry babe.” he goes along and tries not to be stunned seeing jc’s little sister after however many years

the man leaves and erik expects kelly to detach herself from him but instead she leans into him and groans against his shoulder “I fucking hate men sometimes.” he agrees with a half hearted chuckle

one thing leads to another and they end up at erik’s apartment messily making out as they stumble into the bedroom… you get the picture

after some complicated sex (maybe erik moaning someone else’s name who knows) they sit and talk and kelly lowkey goes off on him but also understands feelings are hard and shit

she leaves and erik is sure she’ll never show her face around him again and honestly, he’s okay with it. some self loathing ensues etc etc

but then she shows up at the cafae on jc’s day off looking for erik

thus begins a very strange and complicated kind of “friends with benefits” relationship that soon becomes “friends to lovers” without either of them realizing