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OC crackbook
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    Parts 181
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    Time 41m
Ongoing, First published May 13, 2021
Yes


I'm joining this dead trend


Welcome to my oc crackbook! This will include a mixture of headcannons, drawings, oc information, group chats and just general things these friends do.

I hope you enjoy, I've been wanting to write this for a while!

-Paintbrush

(edit, sun 16th may)

87 out of 6.48k for dumb?!?! 

wHaTt?


(edit, fri 21st may)

48 out of 6.48k for dumb?!?! 

you guuuysss 

(edit, tue 19th july)

ty so much for 1.11k reads!



seriously though thankyou so much for reading this book it means a lot to me <3


edit 24th August

ty for 1.14k reads <3



(edit, thurs 30th december)

oh my god 1.8k reads wtf-
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