Hello- I am Vamp and I post a lot of things involving my ocs. I am always open to talking about (and shipping) them and asks are always welcomed. Shipping them is also always welcomed as well!
Sometimes I talk about yandere games too, and due to the nature of both my OCs and the games I talk about, there will be talks of:
• Stalking
• Torture
• Kidnapping
• Sexual themes
• Possible gore
• Unsettling topics
Minors are NOT allowed to interact with my ocs or my content. Thank you for stopping by!
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[Original Characters]
[Yandere Games]
check #vamp’s ocs or # vamp’s oc for ANYTHING about my ocs!
Hey! I promise this discord will be better and I am sorry for the shit show of the other one. I am finally getting around to making a discord server for rping anime! However I need mods and admins. I, admittedly, am not sure on how to make servers look and would love some help!
Join if you are interested!
Check out the 18+ Anime RP Server community on Discord - hang out with 3 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
tw: implied masturbation, stalking, breaking and entering, mild manipulation (if you squint), yandere behaviors
He was annoyed. How could he not be? You took up too much space in his mind- why would he have YOU of people dance in his head? Like you owned it. Like you were supposed to be there. He hated the way your smile made him feel..different. What is this? Its like flowers bloomed in his chest, and he knew they were only to bloom in the dirt that he was surrounded by in his death. He felt too big and yet too small- what did you slip him? How come he got warm and tingly with you? Have you poisoned him? Have you put something on yourself to make him this way?
“Avery- did you see the moon last night? It was so beautiful!”
He wanted to say no- you cant tell him what to do. Why is it, however, that he did see it just because you asked? The hopeful look in your eyes made him feel odd- almost like he felt then. When he had a beating heart- when he was human. He had almost forgotten.
“I did. I guess it was pretty…”
He was reluctant to admit it. Why would he when he knew if he did he would feel his stomach in his throat, feel like his tongue was too big in his mouth. He didnt understand what this feeling was- why was he feeling like he was dying and alive? Why is he feeling like anything he is going to throw up his guts? Is this what dying felt like? He must be sick.
Then you smiled at him- smiled in the way that the light caught your eye, and it was full of warmth and happiness and it stole his breath. What was wrong with him? Why is he not breathing? Why was he staring at that smile like it was the only thing that mattered on this earth? Why did he feel his head get dizzy? Why did he feel his long dead heart squeeze so hard in his chest? His hand went to his chest, squeezing the area, as if telling the pain to leave- to stop haunting him in the way it does. How is he going to be able to focus? And why does he want to see more of that smile?
He was looking at you with an intensity as you talked. He hung off every word- taking them in like you were given secrets of the universe. Your every word that graced his ears were full of life, your chatter filling him with a sense of adoration. There was no mistaking the softness in his eyes, the way his gaze traveled over your face, the way his body language was open- turned to accept you closer to him, to make sure you wouldnt leave his innermost circle.
He prided himself on pushing people away, on being able to keep everyone arms length- but with you? He seems to find you in a crowded room- found himself embracing the dizzying affect you have on him. He was a mess internally. Messy feelings of wanting to spill his guts about anything just to hear your laugh bubble up like soda pop in his ears. He was in love.
Hold up. What?
He stiffened. Oh no- oh no oh god oh no no no.
It hit him like a freight train- all at once and it left him with a whiplash that surprised him in his long years of living. It settled into the pit of his stomach and almost made him puke- how could he be worthy of thinking such frivolous thoughts of love for you? Of all people to fall for. The one who loved like it was as easy as breathing- through small things that you do, in words you say. How easily he seemed to greet your every touch- like he anticipated it. As if he couldnt live without it. He wanted to sink into your inner world- intertwine himself and forget where he ended and you began. He wanted to love you like it was the only way he could breathe- and it frightened him. It made him feel vulnerable. Naked. He hated it..but oh..how he loved you….
Maybe he could be fine with this. Maybe- as long as its you.
Oh he wanted to sink his teeth into you. He wanted to feel you in his veins- following your scent like a dog in heat. He was feral- addicted. He needed you rabidly. He needed you in ways that would ache and break him- his hands gripping his thighs to hold back the fantasies that took over his head- how you would look marred as his, how you would sound with his name desperate on your tongue, how you would taste- it was too much. You were too much. You sat on his mind, a delicacy he wanted to savor in every aspect, and god how you looked, skin revealed and soft, didnt help. His eyes were dilated- shimmering a red so dark as you sat, none the wiser to his almost carnal thoughts.
He needed you.
He needed you now in ways that belied his almost too calm behavior, in ways that make him lie awake at night with the proof of your affect on him in his hand, the other taking deep drags of your scent on a scarf you lent him. His eyes would roll back, the whimpers in his throat turning into half growls, helpless to the lust that burned within him.
You arent aware of the madness that lay beneath- making sure you would never be aware of it as to not scare you- but he needed more. More of you, you, you, YOU.
It started harmlessly. He swears he just wanted to check on you- he was your best friend after all. What wouldnt friends do for each other?
He just happened to saddle up to the window, peaking in in the late late hours of the night, the familiar perfume of you in the air. He could taste it- oh how he needed you.
You were watching some show- looking so enthralled, so captivated by the story, and oh if he was alive his heartbeat would have picked up. Your captivating eyes locked onto whatever terrible show he made fun of once was endearing to him- sweet and adoring.
Then he did it again. And again. And again.
Watching you in your limited free time became watching you sleep, which became breaking in to touch your skin, your hair, your heart. He needed more.
He couldnt help it. You had him so needy for you, what could he do?
He needed you as his… and now. What better way to confess than with the flowers you were eyeing at the flower shop and your favorite food?
Also there is no such thing as too much for talking to me about my ocs. If i come off weird its because im trying not to overwhelm YALL. I get mentally ill about these funky characters
