Drawing Your OCs in my style!

[nitelywonders]

AAAHHH, I love it! 🥺 I'm so glad the side profile gave ya an opportunity to try new things 💕💕
(Mine's the 3rd One if anyone's curious or confused! ^^;;)

[lilsis]

This is very cool, I'll probably send in mine soon as I'm done it. I'd never forget about this awsome channel

[ScarMoonYT]

I sent my entry about my oc Scar. Hope I get picked for the next video 😁

[lettymukamiart]

"Valentines day revenge"

Sarah was a 15 year old girl who had long black hair and grey-green eyes(more on the grey side). She wore a long white dress with black leggings, and black converse. She did her make up in variant colors of red. Her make up made her look tired and almost dead. There was a boy at her school named Jake. He would always tease her and call her names like "freak" and "devil spawn". Some of her class mates even said she looked like samara from the ring, whenever she would look up at them since her hair falls over her face. Sarah had liked a boy named Lucas, who is friends with Jake, in her class. Sarah loved Valentine's Day. That Valentine's Day her friend, Ash, was going to help her ask the boy she likes if he would be her valentine. Ash soons walk into the park with Lucas, and she walks by Sarah. Lucas stops and stares at Sarah. She looks up at him and hesitates. She opens her mouth to ask him, "Would you be my valentine?" She hands him a rose. He continues to stare at her. He says" Sure." Sarah smiled to herself, not knowing what he had in mind. Later that night she goes to the park where she is to meet Lucas. She sees him walking towards her with another girl. One of the mean girls in her school, Katherine. They walk up to Sarah. Katherine pushes Sarah to the ground, while Lucas has a smirk on his face. "Awww look, the freak of the school thinks someone would actually like her." She lets out a shrill laugh. Tears run down Sarah's eyes. She gets up and runs away, looking back. While she looks back, she doesn't notice running into the woods. She trips over a tree root, and tumbles down a steep hill. She hits her head on a large rock, getting knocked out. She ends up breaking her neck at the fall. The last words she remembers hearing is from the evil witch " Awww, look the freak of the school thinks that someone would actually like her." One hour goes by, and soon Sarah's eyes open. She gets up. Looks around, and starts walking. She heads to the outside of the woods. She sees Lucas and Katherine. They are heading to a party, with lots of crashing and celebrating. She follows them to their destination. She finds a old broken mirror outside. She picks up a shard of glass. She looks at her reflection, to see she has blood running from her eyes, like tears. And her neck is purple, from the break. And her eyes have no pupil, or light to them. Ahe clenches the shard in her hand. Sarah ses a tree next to her, she starts to climb it. She looks into the window next to her and she sees Katherine putting her make up on. The window is open. Sarah climbs through it. Quietly she enters the huge bathroom. Katherine doesn't notice her, until she is behind her. Katherine turns around. "Ugh, what happened to you, freak?" She lets out another shrill laugh. Sarah just lets out an earie giggle. "Don't you know?" "Know what?" Katherine demands questionaly. "That there is no valentines for you." Sarah jams the shard of glass into Katherins chest, right where her heart would be. Dragging the shard through her heart. The last words she heard were, Sarah saying " How does it feel to have your heart broken?" She falls. Sarah lets out another giggle. She continues to climb out the window. It is said that if annyone gets their heart broken on valentines day, the person who causes the heart break will be found with their heart cut open by something sharp.

[shenniere]

Haha if only I could write romance creepypastas

[rosewater_lake]

Sorry for the length, I am very proud of this one. _CUPID'S LOVESICK_
Back when my nickname was still Sal, one of my most disturbing life happenings occurred. I don’t quite remember when I made her. I was a lonely kid in highschool and wanted nothing more than a girl to love. So one day, after a hard rejection, I decided to get up and make someone, a character if you will, that could quench my need for affection. I had sat down at my dimly lit desk and came up with a thousand designs but ended up settling on only one. My cupid, long ash blonde hair with choppy layers that curled like a flowing waterfall, a thin, straight, pale body draped in oversized sweaters and leggings, two tiny wings protruding from where her ears should be. The only thing I could never get quite right was the face, so that remained, a faceless beauty all to my own. I suppose this probably wasn’t very good for me, looking back. I became reclusive and quiet, constantly thinking of my own beautiful Cupid. My friends slowly left me, one by one, due to my distant nature, I didn’t notice. I stopped participating in sports, let my body go, I didn’t notice. Things started getting more and more out of hand, until one day where I had skipped school because of my daydreaming I loss all track of time and informed nobody of the situation. The next day, the one friend that stood by my side through everything, Felix, sat me down and explained his thoughts and issues with what had happened the day before. Because of my more recent reclusive nature, he had grown more and more concerned for my mental health, so when I went absent for a day unexpectedly, he guessed the worst. This started putting everything in perspective. Cupid was consuming my life, I wasn’t even really living.
After that day, I stopped daydreaming as much, of course with my slips and tumbles. My grades went back up, I rejoined clubs, made new friends, even got a girlfriend. And oh, she was beautiful, thick black hair that flowed beautifully down to her shoulders, despite the chlorine damage from her pale, swimmer’s toned body. Freckles graced every inch of her, and we had the deepest love imaginable. Her name was Harlow. Despite both of our casual athletic nature, we still spent much more time together than the average couple, partying, swimming, doing schoolwork, you name it and the both of us would be there. That's why when she didn’t turn up one night to the Super Bowl party Felix had been planning for a while, my paranoia overtook my senses. She never did pick up the phone that night. All my friends told me to calm down, have a drink or two, we were eighteen now after all. I had a few too many, and ended up stranded at Felix’s. When Harlow still didn’t answer my calls in the morning, I went to her parents to see if she had still been at home.
“No, ” they said, “I thought she was with you, my baby isn’t with you?!”
The search lasted nearly two months, but I stopped looking long before then, because exactly a week and a day later, on the fourteenth of February is when I found out what happened to her. I still remember the nightmare I had in the early morning of Valentine’s day: Harlow had been lost in the state park woodland. All around her wherever she went where these strange deformed doves. Some had three legs, others only had one wing, my least favorite ones had countless numbers of eyes. It was bright, but the thick fog obscured anything too far away. Harlow was in the center of a clearing weeping on a fallen tree. As I watched on, unable to move from behind the camera in my mind, I noticed the noise of the doves, getting louder and louder. They began to fly down and claw and bite at her. It wasn’t long before they broke flesh, and then bone. I was forced to watch on as they ripped her apart. The only thing left in contact by the end was her bloodied, freckled face. I had woken up in a cold sweat to creaking in my room, and my window opened. I reached up behind my bed to close it, but before I could fully shut it, I noticed that the screen was cut.
“Sal.” Someone said, their voice sickly sweet. Slowly I turned to see a girl, sitting at the edge of my bed, with choppy ash blonde layers, an oversized sweater, two tiny white wings protruding from her head, and a perfectly blank face.
Harlow's swimsuit was clenched between her fists.
“Happy Valentines Day, Sal.”

A quick description of Sal, he's a pretty short, scrawny guy, messy ash brown hair that's rather light, very round features, pretty thick, dark eyebrows, and big amber eyes.

[killercartoonist]

Fleshwad I'm curious how you came up with your artist signature
I'm having trouble figuring mine out and need some advice

[blahface]

I feel like your style has changed a bit and I'm loving it! Keep up the creepy content fleshwad!!! 🖤🖤

[KatieCutie]

Fleshwad, I love it and awesome video.

[mickeymousewithouttheclubh]

Fleshwad uploads when I dont know what too watch? Poggers mate.

[Its_Just_Jinx]

I don't know a story just yet but i have this so far
Name: pumpkin
Hair: desaturated orange knee length down
Eyes: light yellow
Mouth: black lipstick and small jagged cut smile
Clothes: short orange dress, black jacket, black tights, and desaturated orange shoes

[elips-Xarious-Moss]

My creepy valentines day story is called: "A heart for a heart"

It was the week before valentines day, and me and my girlfriend were planning what we would do for the 14th. Valentines day, my favorite day. That was until she broke up with me the day before because of "technical difficulties". I remember being so upset over her leaving, that it drove me to insanity. Slowly but surely, I got there. I spent Valentines Day alone with my cat. She seemed as upset about it as I was, but it can't be helped that neither of us wanted to be there. I frowned, feeling my anger rise deep in my chest...i can't remember what happened next, it was like a dream. Grabbing her by the neck and stabbing her until she couldn't move anymore. It was fantastic! But...it wasn't enough, I had to do more. So I cut her heart out...and gave it back to her! The one who broke my heart! She said it was over technical difficulties, but I 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 that this must bring her back to me. As the saying goes, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And a heart for a heart! Oh how she screamed when I handed it to her, she was so- appauled. Though she looked estatic! Truly a confusing sight to see. She was crying tears of joy when I took her back. Now we spend every valentines day together, from a far. I go where she goes, she tries to call the cops. It's a game we like to play with each other, she never wins.

[renwil]

heart eater:
I was talking a late night walk, I happened to look up and saw something jumping Across the top of houses.
then it saw me. I ran into an alleyway, it jumped in front of me and said in a raspy whisper : "you can NEVER get rid of me... " and plunged its hand deep into my chest. the last thing I saw was it eat my heart.
it's still out there, hunting for the innocent. I can only tell you one more thing before you suffer the same fate,
*LOOK UP*

[ossyos]

Yoooo pog fleshwad video havent watched one in a bit

[ButlerSamual]

The Lovely Ringleader
(PLEASE READ IT ALL BEFORE SCROLLING PAST ME!!!)


I was a normal person once...did you know that?
I could eat.
I could drink.
and I could hold others...

I was at school one day... we were doing an art project for valentines! We were told to make a card with our favorite candy inside and give it to the person we held dear to us. I knew exactly who I was giving mine to... She was an amazing person! She was so kind and generous! Always thinking of others... That's what I hated... She never paid attention to me... But... She looked beautiful non the less... And she tasted even better...
*Bell rings*
|*There's the bell... I suppose I could give it to her now.*| I thought to myself...
"Hey!" I called out to her. as she was laughing with her friends.
"Hm? Do you need something?" She asked immediately and looked at me with no expression.
"Could you meet me here?" I handed her a piece of neatly folded paper. Written inside was the address of an abandoned farm. My parents used to own.
"I... I guess?" She said creeped out by my smile.
"Thanks! See you then..."
I walked away. once I was out of her sight I ran out of school and to my house.
|*I have to get my things ready...*|


I met up with her not too long after.
She walked towards me with a disgusted kind of look.
I figured it was just the smell...
It was an old farm after all... But it was beautiful! with different colored flowered blooming... The birds flying over and the sunset was beautiful!...

"So? what was it you wanted to talk about?" She asked tapping her foot with her arms crossed.
"Well...I wanted to say... I..." I was nervous... really nervous...
"I love you!" I blurted out.
She burst into laughter.
I didn't know what was so funny...
if I didn't find love soon... I'd be turned back into a doll...

"You think, I'd love a freak like you!" She said still laughing.
"Y-you don't... love me?"
"No. and I never will."

I walked home my stomach started to hurt... It felt like my insides were being torn...I passed out... the next thing i know... I'm a lif-size wooden doll... I could no longer interact with humans... who ever I touched... withered away...
I could no longer feel love again...

apperence;
Short black hair parted to the right
White long sleeve button up with a black button vest and black pants.
Skin was a dirty white.
And they wore a mask sitting on the top right of their head with a drawn smile.
right eye was plain white with a red spiral as the pupil.
left eye was a glowing purple with a white spiral pupil.
They had a big scythe on their back with glowing white cracks on the blade.
They had playing cards on a thread making a necklace.

That's all! Sorry if it's hard to understand!! It's my first ever story and I suck at explaining things-
Have a wonderful day!

[horrortheater]

Creepypasta oc name lovesick
Aeg 13
Appearance she has short black hair in low pigtails bangs and two strips of hair to her shoulder and blue eyes she wears a school uniform in black a light pink sweater and a brown holster she holds a pair of scissors
Story
Yuki was a nominal girl however they was something wrong with her one day she decided to confess her feelings to a boy that she likes however she was to late a build had taking him at the moment a voice in her head say ( kill her ) she mumer as she pells out a pra of scissor ( yes yes ) she run up to the build she said ( what the hell you Frank ) she doesn't respond she samil she poin her to the tree she steb her the boy run off her face turn to horror she quickly run off over the months she is killing people and now if you see her run

[rainefalgout]

Wait can we send the email multiple times? I sent mine once but I don’t want to spam you in case you might not have seen it