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So don’t be afraid to let them show

Your true colors are beautiful~

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Basically the entire creepypasta fandom

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Bear in mind, I’m too awkward to approach another blog so I’m just waitin’. Ya know. For a friend.

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Yep me oml me especially on games

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Yes

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I really do this (I’m so sad)

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Ayyee👉🏻👉🏻

Old conversation with a friend

Friend: no I’m not gay

Me 😑

Also me:

Friend: WTF

Me: this your stuff change my mind

Friend has logged off

Turns out all you have to do is spam him to find him lol 😂

My holidays been pretty busy I managed to make little Miss Sally the precious baby girl

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idk who scarecrow is soo

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CLOCKY!!!!!!

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Creepypasta imagine

Braiding their hair:

Jeff the killer:

Pulling jeff’s hair back as he tried to run you wrapped your legs around his waist as he sat cross legged on the bed, “Jeff stop moving or I’ll cut it off” You grunted out while trying to harness your braiding skills. You could hear him roll his eyes so you tugged a little harshly on his black locks for good measure, “Ow! You’re trying to pull my hair out! Right- that’s it in leaving!” He exclaimed while leaning forward promptly. Growling angrily you went forward with him since you were attached to his hips, “Get back here shit head” You grumbled annoyed at his futile attempt at escape. He let out an annoyed sigh but let you continue your braiding.

Eyeless jack:

Draping yourself over jacks back you nestled your chin into his warm shoulder as a smirk held firm on your face, “Can I braid your hair?” You questioned while absorbing his toasty back heat seeping out from under his hoodie. His blue mask slowly turned to face your mischievous face then pressed into your nose to leave a small boop, “No because last time I ended up with French plaits for a week” He scolded from underneath his mask making the tone muffled. Pressing your curled lips into the back of his ear you chuckled shallowly at the memory of you accidentally sticking his locks together, “Well it’s not my fault toby plotted the glue there” You snickered as you held a lock of his hair between your two fingers and subconsciously started to braid it.

Hoodie:

Creeping up from behind hoodie you flicked his hood down so the back of his balaclava was exposed, masky and toby were in the kitchen with you so you couldn’t tear his mask off and braid his whole hair in a stylish design. Perking up suddenly at the brialliant idea, you pushed a little bit of his cloth up to expose the sensitive hairs at the back of his head then started to brush them gently. When you had finished you peered at his red indents from the side looking for any signs of discomfort, he didn’t show any signs of distress- If anything he started to lean into your touch when you softly interlinked his locks together. However he did lunge at toby when he asked if you could braid his hair, it took you and masky to hold him back.

Masky:

Shuffling on top of masky as you layed on his back as he probably slept (it’s too dark to see) you got comfortable on your stomach which encouraged you to stretch your arms out and bury your fingers in his surprisingly silky hair, your head perked up immediately at the feeling of his hair inbetween your fingers so- being the great partner you were- you decided to start braiding his hair in random places where mini plaits could actually fit. However as soon as your fingertips caressed his side burns he flipped his head around 360 to bore his black pits into your eyes, amused at his reaction a smirk curled onto your lips since you had already succeeded in braiding his hair throughly.

Ticci toby:

Lightly brushing your fingertips along his Adams apple you leaned into his ear probably with an aura of annoyance, “Toby, I just spent half an hour brushing the knots out of your hair, so- I think I get to braid your hair” You explained as calm as you could just as his hands were gripping onto the side of the chair ready to leave. He huffed then grumbled something incoherent underneath his breath but allowed you to hastily run your fingers through his locks, he knew he would be here a while so he sunk into the chair and signed as your fingers worked wonders in his scalp. Continuing to gently tug on his locks you smirked wickedly, “Calm down toby I’m only braiding your hair” You grinned as his eyes flew open.