It looked like there was a bit of interest in an open (hopefully active!) server for discussing horror/yandere/murder Original Characters, so I have been carefully working on one for a few days and I THINK it's just about ready!
This is a server to make friends, to talk about your characters, to talk about other people's characters and to share art/writing and such in a friendly open space that might feel a little bit less terrifying than DM-ing on tumblr or out of the blue! People who have OC-focused blogs are welcome, as are people who are new to this sphere of tumblr and are thinking about making their own characters for various reasons (or just like seeing other people's!), I want it to be a very supportive space!
Due to the nature of all things discussed, anyone who wants to join the server must be over 18, no exceptions. I will not be running ID checks because (especially in the current climate), I don't want anybody to feel as though their information could be used against them, so I will be relying on an honour system. If you're suspected to be under 18, you will be banned, no exceptions. This server will have discussion of blood, gore, sexual subjects, murder, abuse - all of the same things you will find on most blogs of this type. If problematic content like that offends you, this is not the right server for you!
Please feel free to reblog this post for reach; although I will be modding the server, I absolutely want it to feel like a server that belongs to the members. It's about making new friends and new connections; there is absolutely no need to be following me specifically! Maybe you will meet a new best friend :).
Invite Link To The Server!!!
(if this link is no longer active, please feel free to message me for one!)
The stalker becomes the stalked! Thankfully, Virgil's approach is a lot more obvious than Trace's...it's just a shame that he's a lot more aggressive with it!
Trace (on left + the yan!) belongs to me, and Virgil (on right!) belongs to @endlessoak!
I have lots of plans for an original story and whump stuff with Fawn! I’m going to create a little whumpee for her to beat around and write plenty of stories! She’s so dainty and small, definitely not keeping captives as dolls in her basement...:3c
Doll is going to be a Mason MC! Just a easily spooked & traumatized little cat who’s been sold to one too many owners. She’s a pained cougar with a biting problem, so we’ll see if Mason makes it out alive...
Powder!! Powder is just my little tiny baby and I am going to feed him to people’s beastkin OCs like fine ground Lapin >:)
A little one, without as much in the way of violence. Nonetheless,
Content Warnings: Kidnapping, captivity, first aid; references to drugging, injury, torture, acceptance of captivity. victim blaming, vaguely.
“So who are you, her lapdog?”
Adrian spoke as the smaller boy carefully untied them from the chair and unpacked a small medical kit. He didn't immediately respond, and was careful to set the sharp and bloodied wires aside.
They sat together on the polished concrete floor.
“...I'm Jamie. Or just Jay.
Um, this might hurt a little? But infections are worse..”
He quietly disinfected and bandaged the cuts on their arms with clean gauze, while Adrian leaned against the stationary chair and took a minute to catch their breath.
“..did you get here the same way as me, or are you here willingly?”
Jay had reached up to clean the cuts on their face, but paused at this, and looked away.
The pause dragged on long enough that Adrian began to worry that they'd made a horrible mistake, and then,
“....both, I guess.”
Adrian thought about what that was supposed to mean while having the blood wiped off their face.
They looked at Jay's face as he carefully cleaned and bandaged their cuts. He was very pale, so the small scattering of scars there were barely visible. All of them had healed well, a long time ago.
They spoke softly for the first time since waking up in this place, “....been a while since you stopped fighting, huh?”
“It's not bad, really.. Most days are just nice.”
As he reached up to tape up the last of the gashes on their forehead, Adrian caught a glimpse under Jamie's loose white t-shirt and saw a clean wound dressing on his abdomen. 'Most days', he'd said. They didn't ask about it. Not now.
“If you do what she says, I mean...”
He was looking away again. A worry suddenly occurred to Adrian.
“Would you help her hurt me? If she told you to?”
“I mean, she wouldn't, not norm—” “Really? Seriously?” “-no, not..
..only if I had upset her too. I don't like hurting people. I don't like seeing people hurt..”
He mumbled the next part as he was packing up the medical kit and turning to leave, but they heard it clearly enough in the quiet.
“..please don't do this to yourself too much more..”
Adrian touched their clean bandages as they sat on the polished, blood-dappled concrete a while, thinking. They couldn't make out the conversation happening in another part of the basement.
Jamie came back, briefly, carrying a couple of blankets, and dropping them off by the door. But he left the room again, seeming skittish, as Lydia came to stand by the door.
“Isn't my bluejay sweet?”
Adrian tried to ignore that and stood to face her. They weren't bound anymore.
They could rush her, they were a little bigger and probably stronger than this lady, but she was standing just outside the door, holding the unsheathed dagger casually by her side. That would hurt. Maybe once she turns around...
“So are you just going to keep me here forever? Is that the idea?”
“For as long as you survive. As I said, this is your home now; do try to get comfortable.”
“You say that as if me surviving isn't completely up to you.”
Lydia smiled faintly and shrugged.
“I do my best, but things happen. And if you're determined to get yourself killed, via suicide-by-me or on your own, it's difficult to do anything about that.
Difficult, but, not impossible.”
The expression on her face when she said the last part made them recoil slightly.
Then she switched back to her false-chipper tone from the park. It being fake made their skin crawl, and she knew it.
“Anyway! I know you just woke up, but you're still not allowed out of this room. Try to get a little rest while we make you something to eat. I promise not to inject any sedatives into it this time!”
She didn't turn around to leave, and didn't wait for a response. She just tossed the door shut with a smile.
