#creep asks

[unofficialcreepcast]

hunter when a story is bad

Isaiah when story is good

[nc-eikin]

Hi Eikin! I realized I hadn't interacted in awhile, so I've come to rectify that with a fun question. Are the Slime Twin cool to the touch? If I got too hot because of the summer heat, would being immersed in my lovers' beings make me feel better?

Also how are you? What've you been up to?

Hi, Creep, long time no see! Glad to have you in my inbox again, I've missed you 🧡🧡🧡

The Slime Twins are always cool to the touch - like cool, refreshing soda pops! (They do taste like them after all..)

(for those who aren't in the know, Ingo tastes like cherry cola. Emmet tastes like lemon-limeade)

They are 100% into having you submerged in them. It's like advanced levels of hugging! Just.. keep an eye on their acidity levels. The slimetwins can be a little cheeky and might eat away at your clothing..

I have been... uh..

Trying my best HAHAHA

The next chapter of Strangers Like Me is taking longer to finish than I wanted to - mostly because I am overthinking how things should go over and over again.

So I've been remedying that by distracting myself with another hobby - like drawing. I'll be dropping a few doodles I've done for some moots on discord soon!

[therealcalicali]

A guy named Alfred spends the night at an old house, intent on facing his demons who he one tried to leave behind. During the night, he sights reaaal demons, apparitions and ghouls in that take the shapes and personalities of other Vikings characters.

Hey doll. You have got quite the imagination. I am loving this premise.😮😯

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Title: "HIM"

RAVENHURST DRIVE - 3:00 AM

With a trembling hand, Alfred fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp. After three clicks, the brightness of the bulb finally cut the darkness.

Sitting up in bed, he blinked several times before wiping the sleep from his eyes. Still disoriented, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud noise came from downstairs.

"What the fuck was that?" Alfred said to himself in a slight panic.

The sound of pots and pans falling onto the kitchen floor continued for a few more seconds before stopping abruptly. Tense and shaking, he threw the comforter off himself only to realize that his T-shirt was wet from profuse sweating.

He hadn't had nightmares since he was a child but this one......it was so real. The dark haired demon that had grabbed him was very familiar. The last time he had seen "him" was in fifth grade. But back then, his parents had always said that it was just his overactive imagination.

And of course, he believed them. Especially since Alfred never saw "him" again after his family moved. But unlike his childhood nightmares, this time around, everything seemed too real.

In fact, Alfred felt as if he could actually feel the presence despite now being awake. But what was that phrase it kept saying? He knew a little bit of various languages, being a linguist and all. However, he couldn't translate the words himself.

"Kom ud af mit land! (Get off my land!)" Alfred repeated. "I have to find out what that means."

Despite being scared, he finally mustered up the courage to grab the bat beside the bed. Cautiously, he opened his bedroom door with one hand before jumping backward in case someone had been standing there.

Thankfully, it was just an empty hallway.

"I just had to return to this stupid place. What the hell was I even thinking?" Alfred chastised himself.

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With caution, he began making his way toward the stairwell. However, he had to stop momentarily. Another round of pots hitting the floor broke the silence making his heart race even faster.

After standing with the bat tightly gripped in his hands for what seemed like an eternity, Alfred proceeded. When he placed his foot down, the very first step let out a loud creak, causing him to hold his breath.

"Mother fucker!" Alfred angrily said to himself.

So much for being discreet. If someone was in the kitchen, they would know he was in the house for sure. After pausing momentarily, he began descending the stairs again.

Fortunately, the other steps didn't make as much noise as the first. What Alfred didn't see was that in his bedroom, a large dark shadow passed over, causing the beside lamp to go out.

However, he heard the audible click. When he looked upstairs, Alfred's blood ran cold. He could now see that his bedroom had gone dark. Exhaling hard through his nostrils, he tightened his grip on the bat until his knuckles turned white.

"Calm down. Calm down." Alfred kept repeating to himself.

With rapid heartbeat, he rounded the corner and felt around for kitchen light-switch. When he flicked it on, he was relieved to find that there was no one there. The pots and pans were strewn on the floor, however, that was easily fixed.

Since there was only one way in and out of the kitchen, Alfred calmed down. It meant that there was no one else in the house.Placing the bat down, he started to put the pots and pans back on their hooks.

While he was putting the last pan in place, the largest of the pots flew off it's hook and hit the wall with a loud clang. Without waiting to see anymore, Alfred grabbed the bat and bolted out of the kitchen. _________________________

Racing up the steps, he ran straight into his bedroom. Since it was dark, he had to feel for the light-switch, but eventually, he found it. As he turned it upward, a gust of frosty air swiped over the back of his hand.

After that, the coldness turned into a rather painful sensation. Slamming the door closed, Alfred glanced at the back of his hand. To his utter shock, there was a large superficial gash.

It looked exactly like the kind of injury one would get from a knife or an axe. Trying his best to keep his wits about him, Alfred grabbed his cell phone off the table as well as his car keys.

There was no way he was sleeping in his family home tonight. But where to go? The nearest neighbors were miles off. Even if he drove to any of their houses, Alfred doubted anyone would let some stranger in at such an hour.

But then he remembered there was a motel about fifteen miles back. Deciding it was his best option, he put his jacket on. Alfred held his car keys in his teeth because he wasn't taking any chances of them going missing.

Sitting on the bed, he then began lacing his sneakers when suddenly..............he froze.

Out of no where, a wall of cold air manifested on his left hand side. So cold, that he could now see his breath. If that wasn't terrifying enough, Alfred felt the bed give way as if someone had taken a seat beside him. However, there was nothing there.

Nothing but the indentation in the mattress.

Like a bat out of hell, Alfred tucked the laces into his shoes and grabbed his cell phone. Taking his car keys from his mouth, he dashed down the steps, practically skipping steps.

Fortunately, he didn't take a fall.Spotting the front door, he made a run for it as quickly as his feet could carry him. But out of nowhere, Alfred felt something hit the back of his head.

At first, he thought he had been shot because the impact had been so loud.

Then................................darkness.

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Groggy, Alfred turned his head to the left as his eyes fluttered open. Initially, he assumed everything had been a dream, but then, the pain came.

His head felt like it was caught in a vice that was growing ever tighter. Wincing, he tried to lift his hand so he could touch his forehead, however, he couldn't. Though Alfred tried and tried with great effort, it was as if his mind and body were disconnected.

"Did I get hit that hard?" He wondered to himself.

"Jeg advarede dig!" (I warned you!)

That voice! Alfred's eyes went wide with terror as he realized that the voice from his dreams was in the room with him. As his vision finally adjusted, he also noticed that he was laying in the middle of the living room, not far from the front door.

Naturally, Alfred tried to sit up. But to his surprise, he couldn't move a muscle. Not even his fingertips. Though he tried to will his body awake, he just couldn't. It was as if he was trapped in a shell unable to do anything but look around.

"HELP!" Alfred tried to shout as loudly as possible.

However, his voice only came out as a faint whimper as frosty air suddenly engulfed the living room. The temperature dropped so quickly that even Alfred's paralyzed body trembled.

Helpless, he could only watch as five shadowy figures with white empty eyes manifested. Each possessing the shape of a person. These shadow men hovered closer until Alfred shut his eyes hard, muttering every prayer he could remember.

As he prayed, he heard the taunting laugh of the demon from his dreams.

"Kristne bønner?" (Christian prayer?) The voice asked with a great deal of glee.

The other entities must have found what was said to be amusing because Alfred heard their demonic laughter echoing through the house. He had to admit it to himself.

As insane and illogical as it sounded, he was really dealing with ghosts........demons!

"Please, for the love of God! I meant nothing by coming back here. I promise to leave." Alfred pleaded with his eyes still closed tightly. "I will leave and never return."

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he could feel the painful cold become worse as one of the entities floated closer. Though his eyes were closed, Alfred knew that the entity was now hovering right over him.

"Jeg advarede dig, Alfred! Og Ivar den Boneless gør det kun én gang! Du burde aldrig komme tilbage." (I warned you Alfred! And Ivar the Boneless only does so once! You should have never come back.) "Nu kan du ikke forlade." ("Now, you cannot leave.")

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[nc-eikin]

All hail nc-eikin! All hail the Pinnacle of Porn!

Hrrrnnnnggh

How have you been platonic beloved?

Creep~!! 🧡 Long time no see!

As for me?

The promotion at work has been going swimmingly well! I'm still in the adjusting period though, so I haven't been able to write a single thing since the latest chapter of Stranger Like Me.

So I miiiight be a little rusty when I come back. Which means I'll probably do a lot of short drabbles as warm ups before I continue the longfics again!

[nc-eikin]

Hi platonic beloved!

I was just wondering if the cryptid playlist suits your impeccable tastes? Does it fit the Emmet's Web MC as well as you'd thought it would? Did I introduce you to any new songs or artists?

For those who haven't seen the playlist!

It's got two songs that I already liked in the past in here! That means I love it HEEHEE

I have one suggestion!

The one song that actually helped inspire Emmet's Web:

At first it sounds like the song is sung by Emmet,

But it's actually sung by the Reader's Perspective.

Emmet's already got some problems you see. He could still be helped if directed in the right path. Reader's gone way too downhill, but is searching for redemption anyway.

Emmet is her redemption. And he enables the reader, allowing himself to be more and more corrupted.

They are a slave to each other and a master to the other. They are each other's Beauty and Monster.

[nc-eikin]

When you take a step back and realize how hard you went... this is not in order, so if anyone who follows the Toxic!Twins would wanna help me reorganize this or would wanna add more songs, they can.

Anyways, enjoy! I hope you guys like it!

DAMN CREEP

Oh man, you went hard!

In fact, I think you've outdone yourself - this playlist is 12 hours long!!!

God bless you, creep, the very first song was already in my Likes and upon scrolling for more, I see a bIG CHUNK of my number one favorite band ever

CHRIST, Irresistible is the one song that actually does things to my fucking auralism.

I spy All Time Low too and man I love their song Painting Flowers - I can't wait to try out their other songs from this lovely playlist too!

Such a good fucking playlist, top-tier, chef's kiss 💋

[nc-eikin]

Hi Eikin, just realized I hadn't heard from you or talked to you in a bit. Are you doing ok?

Hi Creep! Yes, it's been a while. Work has me in a chokehold unfortunately. There was a point where I had to pull 8-day shifts a week with only one day off in between! However, I think we're in the clear now and I got back my two day offs + 5-day work weeks. I've been able to slowly implement work-life balances one by one.

Like setting up regular dates with friends, having self-care days and whatnot. Stuff that I owe myself big time after those nightmare shifts.

In between all that, I've been browsing new, budding writers here on our lil niche fandom~ It's great!

[craztextae]

Omg Oc is PREGNANT WITH TAE’S BABY?! 😱❤️ & the plot twist how they knew eachother from before, those two were meant to be 🥹also Sunmi does not seem thrilled with this couple 👀

I mean maybe? To all of it.

Sometimes people move on and sometimes they act like they've moved on but they haven't.

Maybe Sunmi is just a narcissist?