#oc vane

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Congratulations, thou hast tamed a wild and perilous knight.

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The campfire burns low, thin tongues of flame clinging to blackened logs while embers glow beneath a skin of ash, pulsing faintly with dying heat. The forest does not sleep. Wind threads through the trees in hushed currents, carrying distant, indistinct sounds that make the silence feel less empty and more watchful.

Vane sits just beyond the strongest reach of the firelight, half-formed from shadow and dull reflection. Across his knees rests his sword, and in his gauntlet a cloth drags slowly along the blade. Each stroke is identical to the last. Controlled. Ritualistic. Less about cleaning than about keeping himself contained.

Across the fire, Lucia kneels as though she belongs to a different reality entirely. The forest floor does not seem to touch her. Her posture is flawless, spine straight, shoulders relaxed, hands folded neatly in her lap. Firelight softens her features into something almost holy. She watches him for a long moment before speaking.

“You should treat them with more care, Vane,” Lucia says at last, her voice barely disturbing the air. “Hate is a fragile thing… It grows easily.”

Vane does not look up, but his hands stop. The sword remains angled across his knees. The cloth rests against the steel, frozen mid-stroke.

Lucia’s lips curve, just slightly. She tilts her head, a small, almost childlike gesture, as though genuine curiosity has taken hold of her.

“You’re so rough with them,” she continues softly. “Always gripping too tightly. Always dragging them where you think they should go.” Her gaze drifts toward the fire, watching sparks lift and die. “You don’t notice how they flinch sometimes… Or maybe you don’t want to.”

Silence answers her. The wind sighs through the trees. Somewhere far away, something rustles, then goes still.

Vane’s jaw tightens beneath his helm. The metal does not show it, but the tension bleeds into his posture, into the stiffening of his shoulders, into the faint creak of leather and plate as his grip adjusts.

“I keep them alive.”

The words are low, unadorned, stated like an indisputable fact.

Lucia smiles, not with mockery, but with understanding. “I know.”

She lets the word linger. Then, quietly, almost thoughtfully, she adds, “But survival isn’t the same as love.”

The word sinks into the space between them like something poisonous and heavy.

Love.

It does not belong in Vane’s mouth. It does not belong in this forest. It certainly does not belong between two creatures who orbit the same fragile soul for entirely different reasons.

Lucia leans forward slightly, the firelight climbs her cheekbones all the same, but her gaze drifts somewhere unfocused, unfixed on Vane, unfixed on the fire, as though she’s watching something only she can see. Her lashes lower. A small, absent smile touches her mouth, slow and soft and utterly out of place on her. She draws her arms in, folding them around herself, fingers curling into the fabric at her shoulders as if she’s trying to recreate the weight of another body in her arms.

“They come to me when they’re scared,” she murmurs, not quite speaking to him anymore. Not quite speaking to anyone. “When the dark feels too close. When their thoughts won’t slow down. When they don’t want to be alone.” Her voice dips, thickening, growing warm and hazy, the words spilling out like something cherished, replayed a thousand times in her head. She tilts her face slightly, cheek brushing against her own shoulder, eyes half-lidded as if she can almost feel it there. “They let me touch them without pulling away,” she continues, a faint, breathless laugh threading through the sentence. “They rest their head against my shoulder.” One hand slips up, pressing gently to the spot beneath her collarbone, as though marking the exact place. “They fall asleep trusting I’ll still be there when they wake up.”

Vane’s fingers curl around the cloth. The fabric bunches between his knuckles.

For a moment, she looks genuinely tender, undone in a way she never allows herself to be. Lovesick. Dreaming. Hugging herself a little tighter, like she’s afraid the imagined warmth might slip away if she doesn’t hold onto it hard enough. Only then does her gaze slowly lift again, refocusing, the softness not disappearing so much as twisting into something sharper at the edges. A smile curves her lips – still sweet, still distant – but there’s something unsettling coiled beneath it now, something possessive, something that suggests she doesn’t see this as a fantasy at all.

“They don’t shake with me,” Lucia continues. “They don’t brace themselves like they’re waiting for something to hurt.” She glances at him then, eyes gentle, merciless. “Because I don’t frighten them.”

Something shifts, not in the forest, not in the fire, but in Vane. He lifts his head. The firelight finds the narrow openings of his helm, glinting off eyes that are no longer calm. There is no wild rage there, no loss of control. What burns behind the metal is colder than that, heavier, possessive in a way that feels carved into bone.

“If you’re trying to threaten me–”

Lucia laughs softly, a sound so light it almost feels affectionate. “Oh, no. I would never threaten you.” She meets his gaze without hesitation. “I’m simply reminding you of reality.”

A brief pause stretches between them.

“You can kill for them.”

The fire pops sharply, a small explosion of sparks spiraling upward before fading into nothing.

“But I can make them feel safe.”

For a moment, neither of them moves. The world seems to hold its breath around that single truth. Then Vane stands, slow and measured, the kind of movement that carries weight because it is restrained rather than explosive. He rises to his full height, armor catching the firelight in jagged reflections.

“You don’t own them.”

Lucia rises as well, unhurried, brushing invisible dust from her robes. “Neither do you.” Her smile widens, subtle and knowing. “But one of us will be chosen eventually.” She steps closer to the fire, letting the light bathe her face. “And I wonder… Who will it be?” 

Silence spreads outward from those words, thick and suffocating. Vane does not answer. Lucia watches him for another heartbeat, eyes shining with quiet certainty, then turns and walks away, her form gradually dissolving into shadow between the trees.

The campfire continues its slow, dying burn. Embers shift. Ash settles. Vane remains where he stands for a long time before finally lowering himself back to his seat. He does not resume cleaning his blade. He only stares into the fire. And for the first time in a very long while, the flames offer him no comfort at all.

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hi hope you are well :3 fuuka is my favourite out of your OCs!! Just asking, do you have any crumbs on 2m tall yandere knight? I forgot if he has a name sorry

When you first start tagging along, Vane is visibly annoyed, and pushes you away. “If you get in my way, I’ll leave you behind.” He doesn’t sugarcoat anything, he sees you as a nuisance… a reminder of the past he's trying to bury. 

Even while being rude, he always positions himself between you and danger. If you trip, he scolds you but offers his hand anyway. “Watch your step. I don’t have time to carry you.” he mutters, then quietly adjusts your bag so it's easier to carry.

He starts noticing the little things: how your eyes brighten when you talk about your dreams, how your laughter reminds him of something warm and long lost. It unnerves him, but he keeps getting drawn in. He wants to believe he doesn't care. But your persistence cracks through his hardened shell. He starts watching you from afar, quietly, intensely. Every gesture, every laugh, every bruise you earn in battle is engraved in his mind.

When others take interest in you, Vane becomes colder and more aggressive. “Don’t talk to strangers. They’re probably after your coin– or worse.” He masks jealousy as practical concern, but his eyes follow you like a predator.

He doesn’t sleep well. At night, he stares into the fire, watching over you like a haunted sentinel. Sometimes he murmurs names from his past, only to abruptly stop when you stir. He hates how vulnerable you make him feel… and how much that vulnerability matters.

He doesn’t talk about his past often. But when he does, it’s only to you. Fragmented sentences. Half-finished thoughts. Bloodstained memories spoken in a low monotone, like he’s bleeding them out one word at a time. You become the only person who knows the full weight of what he’s carrying.

When you're nearly killed, something inside him snaps. He doesn’t hesitate– he cuts down the threat with brutal precision. Then he holds you, shaking, saying nothing for a long time. Afterward, he won’t let you out of his sight.

Once Vane realizes it’s love, he refuses to call it love at first, love is something gentle, something meant for better men. But when he finally accepts it… There is no going back. You are no longer just someone he protects. You are the reason he breathes, fights, and endures. Losing you is unthinkable. Living without you is impossible.

The realization comes when he almost loses you. When he sees your blood. When he hears you gasp in pain. The thought of a world without you hits him harder than any weapon ever has– and he knows, in that moment, this is far more than obligation.

Vane won't say he loves you, not outright. But he'll kill for you. He'll abandon a mission if you're upset. He’ll ruin anyone who tries to hurt you. You are his redemption, he won’t let anyone else take you away from him.

One day, under the moonlight, Vane will kneel before you, sword in hand, swearing himself to you in a warped mockery of a knight’s vow. “You are my light. My salvation. I’ll kill gods and kings before I let them take you.”

Vane stops caring about whether loving you makes him a worse person. If loving you turns him into a monster, then he’ll be a monster gladly. Your existence matters more to him than his soul.

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Yandere Knight looks so cool... Can we have some crumbs of his lore?🥺

Vane was once a respected knight captain, famed for his loyalty and skill. During a mission to investigate strange disturbances, he and his order uncovered an ancient artifact said to corrupt the mind. While it seemed harmless to his men, the relic reacted to Vane, whispering to him, drawing him closer, and ultimately merging with him.

Under the artifact’s control, Vane lost himself to madness and slaughtered his own knights. When the influence finally loosened, he awoke among their bodies, horrified by what he had done.

Now the artifact lives inside him, fused with his soul like a curse that will never let go. Ashamed and broken, Vane fled the kingdom and wanders in exile, haunted by guilt and constantly battling the darkness growing within him. He seeks redemption… though he fears it may never come.

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BWEOOO WHERE IS THE YANDERE KNIGHT I MISS HIM

SORRY I'M WORKING ON HIM I PROMISE, I just need to design him better so I can draw him :') Armor is so hard.......

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How did Vane meet his darling?

At the guild... Tavern? I don't know what's the right name lol but the character is looking for someone to accompany them to the quest and they asked Vane for help. Vane only accepted their request because it was also something he was looking for.

I have a setting for this universe and everything, but for now I won't say too much, maybe another time. :B

Edit: Here's a wip of a short comic tho. The girls are fightingggg

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Would any of your yandere ocs like or be fine with a mindbroken darling?

Ok: Keito, Jonathan, Melro, Liam, Dominik, Joshua, Viktor, Lucia, Sylas, Caleb, Chloe, Connor, Yulia...

No: Aisha, Ezra, Cannibal-chan, Valentine, Vane, Almas...

Most of them would be fine with it, but it can depend on the situation I guess.

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Bro.... I don't even know your characters but... Lucia ate with that, she fuckign killed him

Vane found dead in the forest after being nuked by Lucia. RIP 🙏

To be honest they're both pretty delusional so, Lucia might think that they feel safe around her but it could be just her sweet imagination... Who knows :B