#discord oc

[thunderbaal]

I started this Discord a while ago, but I admit I'm not good at managing people or consistently creating engaging content. I'm reposting this channel in the hope that someone will join to chat with. It's an open Discord, all ships are welcome; the only thing you need is a passion for the fandom and respect for other people's OCs. :)

Dai un'occhiata alla community di Haikyuu OC su Discord: spassatela con altri 19 membri e goditi la chat vocale e testuale gratuita.

[jaxzoi]

here we go, my evil boy https://toyhou.se/10425754.draconequus-villance villancethis nasty lil ratman is on the hunt for some ponies to gobble up!

[discord-lore]

Pet names my OC's use for their partner

Discord: Lovely, husband

Chris: dizzy, angel

Fritz: doll

Ivana: принцесса (princess), моя любовь (my love)

morgana: жена (wife), богиня (goddess)

hypnos: morning bird, birdie, sunshine,poppy

apollo: sleepyhead, muse

[discord-lore]

What’s up‼️ Who out of all of your OCs is the most and/or least traumatized? Just out of morbid curiosity lol

least:

Probably Chris, his husband (discord) would never let any harm come to him or their kids

Most:

all of them lol

but honestly I'd say Fritz :3

(tw mentions of gore and cannibalism under the cut)

In part of his backstory he was forced to eat his own guts to make Discord hire him, he later regretted every meeting Discord.

[theyoku64]

Continuing with the "drawing others' discord ocs" bit, here you have these two i kinda enjoyed making :b

Orang cat thing

I specifically like this one

[drunes]

ACE. A playing card character template.

CLICK HERE FOR LINK

FREE to copy and use for any OC your heart desires. Feel free to add and adjust as wanted.

All character images and text are customizable. (I used a background remover and a filter on the photos to match the style of the cards)

Fonts used: Grenze Gotisch, Caveat

Character pictures: Darina Belonogova via Pexels

Please use the following instructions to change character photos. Using other methods are liable to alter other aspects of the template.

To change character photos:

1. Double click on border of the page you wish to change. This will open the drawing tool.

2. Click on image you would like to change.

3. Click the “More” (three dots) button on the top right.

4. Click “Replace image”.

5. Upload picture of choice.

6. Click “Select”.

7. Review your change. Alter if necessary.

8. Click “Save and Close”.

Notes on text

-   Changing fonts/font sizes may cause changes to tables. Use caution and remember the undo button!-   Amounts of text which increase the size of a table may alter the template. If you run out of space, adding further text elsewhere and linking to it may be your best bet.

Happy RPing!

[hopelessromance21]

𝐅 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆. . .

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Pluviophile [noun]

“A lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days”

THE UNDERGROUND

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋

21XX

[ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴏ ᴄ ɪ ᴅ ᴇ]

The sounds of the flowing and trickling water are inescapable in these caverns. The only other sounds are the Echo Flowers that whisper soft secrets when brushed by.

ᵖᵃᵖʸʳᵘˢ ⁱˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ

ⁱ’ᵐ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱᵉ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ

ᵃ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘⁱⁿˢ

ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ

ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵐᵐʸ

ᶜᵃⁿ ᵃˢᵍᵒʳᵉ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵘˢ?

“ʜ-ʜᴇʟʟᴏ…”

A figure stands at the other side of the river, shrouded in the mist that rises from the churning water. A light dimly shines from their screen, casting odd, flickering shadows onto their surroundings.

Slowly, he walks forward. He crosses the stream and steps onto the land on the other side.

Standing tall in front of н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟…

Not as afraid as the last one.

“ɪ.. ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ..”

His hands tremble subtly and wring together. His screen flickers with different expressions, emotions laid bare. Worry, fear, reluctance…

He breathes out slowly, pixel eyes looking into н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ emotionless expression. He’s saddened to see no remorse. No regret; not even joy or glee at н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ demented actions..

“ɪ’ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴғᴀᴄᴇs…”

A subtle shift of н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ feet, and н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ ink black SOUL levitates in front of н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟. The Screenface, known by very few as Sorel, shudders as his SOUL is pulled from his chest.

His hands, once shaking, steady as they clench into fists.

“ᴍʏ ɢ-ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs... ᴛᴏᴏ…”

The Screenface stares at the hatchet that glints in the starlight. He braces…

“ˡ ⁱ ˢ ᵗ ᴇ ɴ close…”

- 𝟔𝟎

“Humans hit hard, Sorel…”

The blade carves into the side of his head. Sparks of electricity and flame spit from the fresh wound. His screen fuzzes and one side glitches out periodically.

“They aim for the weak points..”

Static overcomes his screen, and the white noise begins to overtake all other sounds, echoing into the cavern.

A stream of static propels itself at н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ dark SOUL.

- ➋

- ➋ - ➋

Such small victories. Sorel knows he hardly stands a chance.

“They can take a beating, and give one right back…”

Before he can blink, the hatchet cleaves into his shoulder.

- 𝟔𝟎

“Humans do not obey logic, Sorel…”

He hisses bitterly.

“ɪ-ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ…”

His hand presses to his limp shoulder, his breath labored and shaking.

“There is no compromising… no MERCY...”

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs?”

“They chase the rush of a kill.”

His screen warps and distorts with pain, his eyes blinking rapidly.

From above, clusters of miniature televisions spawn, falling heavy around the ink-dark SOUL. When they hit the ground, they explode into debris before fading away.

- ➎

-➎

- ➋

“They are fast. Faster than us.”

Sorel flinches at the look ѕ̵̶̮̬͖̄͑͟н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊ gives him. Unimpressed. Unamused. Bored.

“They are sick and twisted. The only thing they love more than war..”

“ᴅᴏᴇs… ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ? ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs?”

“Is winning that war.”

Another swing from the hatchet. It carves into his head, deepening the gash that already flickers with angry sparks of remaining life.

- 𝟕𝟓

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𝟓 𝐡𝐩

“Remember, Sorel, if you see a human, run…”

Sorel falls to his knees. His body shakes without his control. He feels his life beginning to fade, beginning to wane…

“Don’t fight.”

Cables unfurl from the air, hanging around н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ dark and unfeeling SOUL. They swing and sway back and forth…

“Don’t be a hero…”

But he doesn’t have much left in him, and it’s apparent with his attacks…

“...ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀ…”

. . .

“... I love you more than life, Sorel.”

He lifts his face to her, clinging to his shoulder. Sparks fly and spit angrily from the gash in his head.

“ʏᴏᴜ- ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs…”

He watches the hatchet spin in н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ hand— the blunt end of the handle poised to attack— poised to kill.

Sorel’s body shakes.

He can’t help it…

His breath rasps in his chest.

His screen is distorted, warping, fuzzing with static particles. But his sad smile of acceptance can be seen…

ɪ’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ...

“... ɪ’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, ʀᴜᴇʙ…”

𝐁𝐀𝐌

𝐁𝐀𝐌

𝐂𝐑𝐒𝐇

Glass shatters at н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ feet.

The Screenface’s screen whines with lingering power before going dark. The screen bashed in, shards of glass framing Sorel’s lifeless face like jagged teeth.

His body falls limp, hitting the ground with a muted 𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘱.

As his body fades to ash, the Echo Flowers chant his final words…

ⁱ ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ⁱ ’ ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ⁱ ’ ᵐ ˢ ᵒ ʳʳʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ⁱ ’ ᵐ ˢ ᵒ ʳ ʳ ʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ˢ ᵒ ʳ ʳ ʸ , ʳ ᵘᵉᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉ ᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉ ᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉ ᵇ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ!

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴄʜᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴜsʜ!

ᴇxᴘ: 150

ɢᴏʟᴅ: 10