u/Uh-Usernames

( is this too NSFW—? 😭😭 )

I LOVE IT SMMMMMMMMM

SHE LOOKS SO COOLLLLLLL AJAJWHAHAHAHAH AHHHHHHHHH!!!

Hello, and welcome back to this week's OC contest!

Without any potential delay, here is this week's theme! FIRE OCs!

Whether that be an OC that lives and breathes fire, or one that had been burned into charcoal, the theme is yours to do with what you please! Stretch it, push the boundaries— do whatever you can to ensure you win!

Rules & FAQ

> Submissions are due Friday night at 12am Eastern Standard Time!

> Previous entry is not required!

> Past winners can participate again!

> Fandom characters are allowed!

> Drawing, Non-Gacha OCs, and edits are allowed!

> Multiple OCs are allowed as long as they are featured in only one submission!

> The winners will receive a reddit award and have their posts pinned for a week!

Good luck! And I can't wait to see what you guys end up create! ^^

Hello and welcome back to this week's OC challenge!

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We have reviewed the submissions and come to a decision as to who will be our winners! But, first, I just have to say—,, HOLY SHIT!! YOU GUYS GENUINELY DID SO GOOD; ITS GENUINELY UNBELIEVABLE AND I LOVED ALL OF THEM SMMM!!!!! ⟩>w<⟨

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Even if your name didn't appear on the winners list, do know, it was extremely tight! The margin between winning and losing is very small!

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Anyway, without any further delay! Here are our winners!

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&gt; u/Cyn-Fan

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&gt; u/SwimmingAd821

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&gt; u/Upset_Candy7440

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&gt; u/Atlas_Hollowway

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&gt; u/UrBiologicalStepDad

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Congratulations for winning this week's OC contest! Your posts have been pinned and will receive a reddit award alongside a personalized message soon! Congratulations to those who participated as well, as yours were also insanely good! ^^

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The next contest will be announced Monday! Remember that we have custom contests now! If you're interested, please contact us via mod-mail and we will inform you of more! See you next time! Have a good day!

( I love Chivalry II sm.. 🥹 )

( Also, sorry if the writing isn't that good 😭🙏 it's been a while, and I'm starting to get back into it )

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The rain poured down from the sky above, as Merkindia Annette Púrruva Dyeaate stood at one side of the sand field; her opponent, Jacaue Vulkrique, on the other. Merkindia couldn't help but smirk— her confidence in her abilities only growing as she saw how restless he was. She had sorrowfully kicked his ass in the practice sessions, not bothering to sandbag after hearing about how little of a margin he had when beating out his opponent.

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The war horn sounded, prompting her to lift her shield up and assert her falchion into an aggressive position. Vulkrique gripped his long sword tightly, arming it into a more defensive tack. Some citizens belonging to Vulkrique's people began to adjourn the make-shift tournament, as they were of the belief he stood no chance against the might of Dyeaate and Mekkanees Empire behind her. An incredibly wealthy country funding the most skilled swordsman of the region.

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As the war horn went off for a second time, she knew it was her moment. She suddenly burst forward— the Mekkanees charging towards Vulkrique —before quickly coming towards a stop near the center. She propped her shield up, as she lowered her weapon into a more visually passive stance. It was clear she was trying to bait him into making the first move— a tactic that allowed her to waste her opponents energy and get a quick bludgeon against their body. He just stood there, locking eyes with her, as he remained defensive.

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She paused for a few seconds, as she tried to gauge what strategy he was playing, before she burst forward once more and took a swing specifically at his long sword— the blade bouncing off and the man re-positioning himself once more defensively. She smiled faintly— he was cautious, and she could play that. Dyeaate began to pummel the man, as she tried to wear down his confidence, mental and physical energy. As she went for one more futile swing, she suddenly moved her shield and sword to the side, as she lifted her leg up and slammed it into Vulkrique's stomach, pushing him back and putting him in a critical position.

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Her sword raised in the air— Vulkrique's long sword positioned towards Dyeaates groin, since it was one of the least defensed parts of her body —she attempted to strike down. Suddenly, a jolt of pain, brute forced, slammed against her side, causing her to miss her attack and stammer back. The sword had jammed into a piece of chainmail, which had prevented penetration— preventing serious injury —but still bruised her skin.

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As she glanced down, Jacaue suddenly went on the attack. He swung his sword towards her, which she narrowly avoided by stammering back. In a blink, his sword was once more in the air— striking down this time —much to her surprise. Without a moment to think, she propped up her shield, protecting against the incoming strike.

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As the long sword slammed against the once pristine, gold embroidered shield, a loud crack wrippled through the air, as it buckled under the immense forces. Immediately, she let go of the sword, letting it fall on to the ground alongside Vulkrique sword, before taking a sudden stab at a small opening in the armour. While the falchion missed its shot, the pinning force of the blade was enough to snap some of the metal rings in the area, causing the overall structure of the chainmail to weaken. Without a moment's hesitation, she suddenly kicked his lower leg, dropping him on to his knee, before gripping the falchion with two hands and thrusting the tip of the blade into Jacaue's shoulder.

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A loud, masculine shout echoed throughout the tournament Arena, as the blade penetrated a couple of inches into the flesh of Jacaue. Blood poured down his clothing under his armour, as tears streamed down his eyes. His arm was shaking, as if the nerves, themselves, had been significantly damaged. It was a pain he had truly never felt before. Glancing up, he saw Dyeaate. He paused for a few moments, staring at her— watching as the beads of sweat dripped from her face and onto the wet ground.

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Vulkrique's vision was blurry, as the past couple of seconds had been all but a haze. His body was burning and aching, as it felt like his shoulder had been split open, crushed, and torn apart. Suddenly, a loud crackle of lightning ahead of him pumped him, once more, with adrenaline. He frantically looked around— towards the stands, the ground, the sky, etc.. before his eyes finally laid upon what was in front of him.

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Merkindia Annette Púrruva Dyeaate.

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On the ground.

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Squirming and thrashing— slamming onto the ground as hard as she could. She was screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs. She kept trying to clutch at her face, but each attempt inflicted even more pain and agony. Glancing down, he looked at his still functioning hand: a loosely gripped mace. The handle had been cracked, and the head was bent from the forces it had endured.

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Using all of his might, he slowly started to rise. His body was weak, and all he wanted to do was collapse on the ground and let the darkness consume him. However, in front of the audience— for his own honor and life —he had to get up. Immediately, a burst of agony exploded into his shoulder, as the flesh and bone loosely holding his body together tore against the gravity. His growled, as tears streamed down his face, before taking a step forward. He was off balance, having to calculate each step to the best of his abilities to avoid collapsing.

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Slowly, her thrashing dwindled, as she just curled up into a tight ball— trying her best to manage what could only be described as an unbelievable amount of excruciating trauma. Though, as the ground squelched behind her, she had no choice but to slowly unwrap herself and look ahead.

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The left hand side of her face was absolutely caved in, with her visual cortex having been completely crushed and penetrated due to the shattered bone caving in. Her face, clothing, and hands were covered in blood, due to the critical injury. Vulkrique's face showed little emotion; though, he was uncomfortable. While he was desensitized to death, something about an injury as graphic and brutal as this just imbedded a disturbance he struggled to swell down.

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He closed his eyes and turned away momentarily, as a sigh escaped his bloodied mouth. Dyeaate panted, staring intently at him with her remaining eye. Her muscles inadvertently relaxed for a couple of moments, as she shuffled a few feet away. She gulped, as a small whimper escaped her mouth. Slowly, she attempted to lift herself off the ground and on to her feet; though, it was a tremendous struggle. At one moment, her foot slipped, causing her to land on her side and hit her head against the ground. She let out a strained groan, before trying once more, even as blood continued to pour from her injury.

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Resting on her arms and legs, she slowly looked up, trying to gauge what her opponent was doing while she attempted to get back up. Her pupil widened, as she saw him standing a few yards away, wielding her falchion.

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" No.. "

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She whimpered, before quickly lifting resting on her knees and fondling with the strap holding her reserve dagger. She couldn't get the goddamn strap to unlock, as he slowly approached her. Sluggishly, she propped her foot up, before loosely stumbling on to her two feet; adrenaline had momentarily numbed her weakness and pain. Suddenly, he lifted his arm in the air, preparing one final attack. With a sudden yank, she managed to break off the sheath, before attempting to swing at him.

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She fell to the ground, vision blurry. A pool of blood soaked into the ground, as sand clung itself to her face. Motionless, she stared ahead, at her helmet, which had been knocked back in all the fighting. The golden emblem— a symbol of her dynasties power and richness in society —was cracked in multiple spots, only barely attached. Her breathing was shallow, and her heart rate was immense. Slowly, she lifted herself up a bit, before taking a moment to glance at her hand: it had been torn off.

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She froze.

Hello and welcome back to this week's OC challenge! Without causing any delay, here is this week's theme!

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Knights and Medieval!

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Whether that be a princess in a castle, Joan of Arc, or William the Bastard— the theme is yours to make with what you please! Stretch the rules, do anything it takes to win!

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Rules!

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&gt; Submissions are due Friday night at 12am Eastern Standard Time!

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&gt; Previous entry is not required!

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&gt; Past winners can participate again!

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&gt; Fandom characters are allowed!

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&gt; Drawing, Non-Gacha OCs, and edits are allowed!

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&gt; Multiple OCs are allowed as long as they are featured in only one submission!

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&gt; The winners will receive a reddit award!

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Good luck! And I can't wait to see what you guys create!

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We are finally going to be introducing custom contests into the subreddit! This was something that many people had requested when we had asked for feedback, and it only felt appropriate that grant that request!

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How will it work?

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These will be official contests— just not made by us. So, while you are absolutely within your right to have your own rules, themes, rewards, etc..— we would also like to up-hold a standard quality requirement, to ensure that your contests are successful.

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These quality requirements include:

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&gt; Having a clearly defined genre or theme.

&gt; Having some sort of reward for the winner(s)

&gt; Having a clearly defined set of rules

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We also require that you inform us via mod-mail that you are planning to create a custom contest, as this will allow us to give you a user-specific post flair, as well as allowing us to pin your post to the subreddit.

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Ideally, we would like the contests to follow the subreddit standard of starting on a Monday and ending on Friday night / Saturday morning; however, depending on circumstances, we can make exemptions!

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Finally, all participants in a contest must have their submissions within the post itself. This will keep the contests a lot more organized for the creator, and will ensure that the participant will have their comment seen.

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If you have any questions or inquiries, don't hesitate to ask! Have a good day! ^^

( I have not written in so long, oml 😭🙏 )

( And I'm addicted to Chiveraly II :3 )

Dyeaate stood patiently, staring in the general direction of her opponent, as the two waited in the sand field. Around them, countless spectators from both sides were shouting and yelling, either supporting their sides warrior or insulting the other side. Despite the distractions, She remained focused— a calm yet determined expression plastered across her face.

As the first horn blasted off, the crowd went silent, as the two competitors got into position. Dyeaate gripped her Falchion tighter, while she moved her shield into a more defensive position.

Finally, the second war horn sounded, causing the crowd to roar in excitement; Dyeaate immediately started to charge towards her opponent— and vice versa —before immediately putting up her shield to dodge the incoming attack. As the enemy's sword bounced off, Dyeaate thrusted her sword into him, which was swiftly blocked. The two continued these types of trades with one another, wearing each other down as they continued to batte to the death.

As dyeaate deflected an incoming attack, she raised her leg and kicked her enemy, knocking him back and dislodging the shield from his arm. With no time to hesitate, she took an overhead swing and smashed her Falchion down his shoulder. It bounced off the enemies Chainmail, but it was clear it had done some damage, based on the loud groan.

Her opponent tried to regain his composure, but she kept piling on the attacks, giving him no room to breathe. Suddenly, however, just as she was about to attempt a strike into the man's side, she managed to get a quick punch in, knocking her off balance and onto the ground; the shield breaking off her arm. Without a moment to waste, he shoved the sword down towards her exposed open helmet. Dyeaate desperately wacked the blade with her arm, pushing it just enough to cut the side of her head and avoid any real damage, before kicking him once more, sending him back and losing grip of his blade.

Scrambling up to her feat, she grabbed her Falchion, before making one final attack: she run towards him, before taking a swing. As her opponent swiftly blocked it, her sword jabbed into an opening in the arm, penetrating their flesh. Blood started to run down the blade, as they tensed up. Dyeaate held the blade there momentarily, before yanking it out and slamming it into their neck. Within a moment, his body thumped onto the ground, with his bloodied helmet slowly rolling away.

The war horn blew once more: she won. She took a step back, before facing the audience and thrusting her blade into the hair— a loud battlecry escaped her mouth. She had beaten out the rest of her competition, and all without even needing to use her dagger.

Hello!!!

I apologize for the delay, as I do kind of suck when it comes to procrastination, but the results are now in! And, before we get to that, I just want to say— HOW???? YOU GUYS GENUINELY COOKED SO FUCKING HARD!!! LIKE, THE DESIGNS ARE PEAK, THERE ARE SO MANY SUBMISSIONS, EMXMEMSMMD

Genuinely, it was extremely difficult to pick such a limited amount of winners, as it should be! It isn't supposed to be easy, so keep making it hard on us!

Anyway, without further ado! Here are our winners!

Icon

• u/Ordinary-Judgment994

OC Contest

• u/Toenailislong

• u/Away_Pomegranate_299

• u/Electronic-Pin3081

• u/JubileeRin

• u/stella-likes-stars

Congratulations to our winners! Your posts have been pinned, and your icon changed! If you have yet to receive a reddit award, it should come soon, alongside a personalized message!

Stay tuned for the next contest, which will be announced Monday! Congratulations once more, to those who won and those who didn't, and I can't wait to see what you guys can create!

Hello, and welcome back to the weekly OC contest! It's been a long summer break since our last few contests, but we are back now and as ready as ever! This week is a special one, since it also features an Icon Contest, allowing for double the chances to win!

Now, without further ado, here is this week's theme! Pride Month! Whether that be the personification of differing genders and sexualities, or OCs who are queer— the theme is yours to do with what you wish! stretch the rules, be creative, and do whatever it takes to win!

The winners of the icon contest will receive a reddit reward and will have their posts pinned, while the winner of the icon contest will have their submission become the subreddit icon!

Rules!

&gt; Submissions are due Friday night at 12am Eastern Standard Time!

&gt; You can participate and win in both contests!

&gt; Previous entry is not required!

&gt; Past winners can participate again!

&gt; Fandom characters are allowed!

&gt; Drawing and editing are allowed!

&gt; Multiple OCs are allowed as long as they are featured in only one submission!

Good luck! And I can't wait to see what you guys create! Happy pride month!