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Creepypasta oc I have.

Name: Kali or Death Angel as he like to be called Age: 23 as of now Sexuality: Asexual and gay Pronouns: He/Him Stays in the Slenderman Mansion Experimented on since he was 13 and manged to get out when he was 18. His wings are retractable and normally keeps them hidden. Enjoys video games and plays with BEN when he isn't asleep.

Lore will come later when I have it fully written out.

Picrew is by greyfeu and is not my art.

As the two got closer, it became a common occurrence that Julie would braid Jeff’s hair after he showered. She would sit silently on the bed in the motel room that he hadn’t paid for in half a year. Waiting for him. Staring at the assortment of knives he kept on the kitchenette countertop. Feeling the imprint of his body carved into the left side of the bed. Tasting the orange vanilla candle in the air. Jeff had told her he just liked the smell, but Julie figured he was just trying to cover the scent of rust that hit the back oh her throat when she yawned too hard; Her open mouth inviting a trace of metal to hit her uvula. Maybe, she thought, it was time to finally replace the pipes.

Jeff preferred to shower in the hottest water available for the longest he could stand it. His mother had gotten him used to the feeling of heat widening his blood vessels. She’d mutter on about how feeling dizzy was a good thing because that meant the heat was burning all the bad thoughts out of his head. About how pain is the only way to tell you’re getting clean. About how he should never say he feels faint because he’s not some girl that needs a chaise lounge to collapse on. But Jeff very often felt faint after a boiling shower. Dizzy wasn’t the right word. He didn’t feel dizzy when he sat on the bed in front of Julie and felt her nails graze his bare back as she wove his wet hair. He didn’t feel dizzy when Julie finished the braid but kept her cold hands on the small of his back and leaned in so that Jeff could feel her breath on the nape of his neck. He didn’t feel dizzy when he caught a whimper in his throat after feeling Julie’s hands move to his stomach and slide two fingers across the indent between his stomach and hip bone. Jeff didn’t feel dizzy. He felt faint.

Faint in the same way a Victorian woman feels when learning of the death of her lover. Faint enough for his knees to give up on him if he weren’t already sitting down. The feeling subsided after Julie would slide off of his bed to attend to something in the building. Most times, she’d leave to go check in a person hoping to get a discreet room with air conditioning and blackout curtains. She’d leave Jeff alone for hours so she could clean a room or take towels to the second floor or do whatever else managing a motel requires that Jeff doesn’t know anything about. By the time Julie finished her rounds and came back to Jeff’s room, his hair was usually dry and the room would be back to the frigid temperature he preferred. Julie would knock and let herself in with the master key so Jeff wouldn’t have to get up if he were busy. Wherever Jeff had positioned himself for the evening, Julie would sit close by.

The only times he really felt dizzy was when he had taken up laying on the bed and reading as a way to pass the time waiting for Julie to come back. He knew he felt dizzy, not faint, when Julie would come and sit by his side with a hairbrush and have him sit up a little bit more so she could brush his hair out. Jeff recognised the weakness in his limbs and the way his head swayed on his neck as he looked up at Julie. He recognised the dizzying way looking anywhere but Julie’s eyes seemed to make the room melt and twist. Her knee pressed against his side and he felt his skin burn the same way it did when his house burnt down. Unsteadiness hit in waves every time he glanced down and watched for a second as her fingers separated his hair. Her long nails made a path between the grooves separating each section and she widened the gaps, extending her fingers through the holes until the structure of the plait fell apart. Each time the pad of her finger grazed his shoulder after undoing a knot, he’d shake harder and harder. Jeff found it harder to keep his head up as Julie went on. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t bring himself to blink or look away. In the reflection of Julie’s glasses he could see himself sweat. He didn’t feel faint. He felt dizzy. He felt sick. He felt good.

Hair holds memories/despite everything it’s still you/etc etc

Omg wait this too I love sharing my drawings. Once I get into Adelaide stuff I will not shut up she’s my pride and joy. I love drawing baby Adelaide girl it was over for you before it even started

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Winners’ request from Raffle this year ~ ☆ Congrats to all ~ ♡

My Luna.Exe Gacha Club Oc

Meet Alois (Creepypasta OC)

They are Genderfluid Clown that uses portals for traveling. Alois is Aromatic, Meaning They don't really into relationships (Sexually) just only Plotonically. Alois's Portals lead to Pocket Diamentions that is separated from reality. They can extend their Arms, Legs, Body, and their Hat due to being more flexible, they even use their hands and the tips of their hat as a weapon.

The Origins of Alois is unknown but They wanted to keep Kids and Adults save and Happy, They work with Dice and the Group to stop the Creepypastas from harming anymore people.

This is the Character Main Cast of a New Creepypasta Comic that im working on lately called "Risin from Hell"

Luna (Moon) and Dice Vs Ticci Tobi Pt. 2

Luna (Moon) And Dice Vs Ticci Tobi Part 1

Luna (My OC) and Masky (without his mask on)

Just when I was done a long time, Creepypasta pulled me right back in. So, this is my New OC in the Creepypasta world, His name is Dice

Name: Dice

Age: 25

Birthday: August 12th

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 6'2

Weight: 112lb

Nationality: American

Occupation: Assassin

Weapons: Two Pistol Guns, Kitana Sword, and Shotgun

Hates: Creepypastas, Seeing people being hurt, Frogs

Likes: Tea (Mostly Green), Puppies, paintings, and Cigarettes

- Goal: To Get Revenge from all of the monsters and Murders who terrorize the innocent people for years.

Tween practice,…..

I HATE HATE HATE TWEENING GRRRRRR 💔💔

I found this rly cool OC by @kawaiikayla19 and I had a brain itch and really needed to draw her, anyway I think her oc is rly rly pretty and I wanna draw her more :]

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