#fucking vincent looks so unthreatening

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The unholy trinity 🙏

Of course, I'm scared af to tag people, but Porter's design is based on @slushiepizza and Vincent's in @itsdaifuku

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Yandere! IkeVamp Boys Headcanons (NSFW)

Thanks to @bitchyings for requesting this, and I am sorry that it took me so long to get around to, Tumblr didn’t notify me. 

Isaac: 

I feel like since Isaac is often teased about how small and “unthreatening” he is, he would want to prove all of those insults wrong in the bedroom.

Hell, on his profile, it literally calls him a “Wolf in sheep's clothing”, meaning that despite his shyness, he is rough, and hard with his sex. 

He, like the others, simply adores your scent. 

Unsurprisingly, to him, you smell like apples, metal, and paper.  

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was really into either BDSM or degrading, maybe both

Arthur:

We already know that Arthur is possessive

And we also know that he is horny as hell, and prefers to use his actions and body to express how he’s feeling to you.

So as a yandere, anytime that any man and I mean any man were to look at you, he would start a makeout session right in front of everyone just to show off that you are his. 

Arthur is really into PDA, and you cannot change my mind.

He, being a mystery novelist, could easily get away with causing the “disappearance” of a man who was standing just a bit to close to you. 

He is probably jealous of his own dog.

Theo:

Theo is your master.

The only men you are allowed to speak to are Le Comte, Sebastian, and Vincent.

Theo wants you to wear a collar during intercourse. It’s just a fact. and there is no denying it. 

Two words for you: PET. PLAY.

Theo loves this, especially with his yandere side, he wants you to know that you’re his.

Le Comte:

Comte is your lover, sugar daddy, and daddy.

He doesn’t even need to show or unleash his yandere side because who in their right mind would ever approach you while knowing that you are with your darling Saint-Germain?

Nobody. The answer is nobody. 

He likes to call you his “little girl” and things of that sort.

Leonardo:

Leonardo just wants to pamper la sua cara (His dear)

He finds it cute when you want to take control.  

He wants you to wear a cat collar (Have you played the event???).

Won’t let anyone touch you. He wants to be on top, will let you think you’re in control, then he’ll turn the table.

Don’t call him Papa, Babbo (Daddy), Daddy, or Padre (Father). He won’t let it show, but he is insecure about how much older than you he is. 

Vincent: 

Vincent is super gentle, and rather than forcible keep you to himself, he is so soft with you that you won’t want to leave him for anybody else.

You should remind him not to cut off his ear, or shoot himself in the chest and then go home and smoke a pipe (He has done both of those things.), just in case.

He is probably the softest during sex, lots of body worship.

His kinkiest desire is to cover you in paint, then do you on the floor. 

Napoleon:

He wants to conquer you like he almost did Europe.

He can be soft or rough, depends on both of your moods and/or desires.

Don’t push him too far. If you tease him too much, he won’t be able to hold back, and you won’t be able to walk. 

Will kill anyone who tries to take you from him. You saw what happened when that priest killed his student’s father. 

And he would go much further for you than any of his students.

Mozart:

He canonically hates when any man other than himself touches you.

If a man does, however, touch you, sexually or not, he will be forced to erase the male’s presence from you and replace it with his own.

Okay, hear me out.

You. And him. fucking, on the piano bench.

He would love it. He’d probably try to challenge himself to play a song while showing you who you belong to. 

Sebastian:

He is probably a bit insecure due to the fact that he is the only “normal person” in the mansion, other than you. He thinks that the others could probably do a better job of pleasing you than he could.

To get over these fears, he makes you scream his name at night. 

This tends to happen whenever you have been spending a considerable amount of time with one of the vampires. 

He is super rough with you. I mean, all that physical work must be paying off. 

William:

Will wants to tie you up. Shibari style.

He will kill anyone who looks at you. Even if they don’t talk to you or touch you.

He’s gonna keep you locked up. 

He’s a service top, for sure. 

Even when he is completely dominating you, he wants to make sure that you feel good.

Dazai:

Dazai values freedom too much to lock you up.

Whenever somebody is making unwanted advances, he will pop through a window, and pull you away and play a game or make some jokes.

Anything to remind you that he is the only one capable of making you laugh and smile so. 

He is a switch. But when he’s a dom, he’s a soft dom. And when he’s a bottom, he’s a brat. 

He will probably make lots of jokes during and after intercourse.

Jean:

Jean is by far the horniest. I mean, think about all those oppressed hormones. 

The moment he realizes that other men are interested in you, he is buying a ring, dress, and suit, so that he can marry you and then give you the D. 

You, and the man flirting with you, and the mansion’s residents are all shocked.

After y’all are married and it’s time for the ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), he is pretty lost. He is eager and wants to do this with you, but he is gonna need some guidance.  

He’ll probably be a sub for the first few times, and then once he gets the hang of it, he will be the epitome of a soft dom. 

This boy doesn’t even need to act upon his yandere side, he just married you!

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Milo Moran is a child molester, manipulator and general scumbag

I met Milo when I was in year 7 (11 years old) at school. At the time, he was in year 11 (around 15). My English mistress had given us a creative writing task: to write the backstory of Edgar Allen Poe's poem "The Raven". Milo was in her form in year eleven, and he, along with his friends, were pretty friendly with her, so she would sometimes chat with them about her other classes during morning and afternoon registration. Apparently, my name came up in one of these chats, because one day in what must have been around October 2014, when my English class were leaving the classroom after a sixth period lesson and her year eleven form were coming in for afternoon register, my teacher pointed me out to him and said "that's the girl who wrote that Raven story you liked". He smiled at me, and told me how much he'd liked it.

Now, me being a fucking dumb, pubescent, hormonal little girl I was for some reason extremely receptive and innocently excited by older male attention at the time, no matter how much of an absolute minger they were, meaning that the fact that somebody as senior as Milo had so much as offered me a second glance I was a bit smitten with him.

After school had finished, I went to get the bus home only to find that apparently Milo was on the same bus route home. I didn't say anything to him that day, I was too busy being the epitome of preteen angst so I just plugged myself into my Panic! At The Disco and stared blankly out of the window, but then a couple of weeks later I ran into him with my mum while at Waitrose. We said hi to each other, and when she asked I told my mum who he was. She said that he seemed nice, and that it was good that I was friendly with people outside my own year.

We had very little interaction for the next couple of months until after the Christmas break, when two new kids, twins, joined my year group. I quickly became joined at the hip to one of them, we rarely spoke to anyone else and then wondered why we didn't really have any other friends. So when we saw a poster for the English magazine club at lunchtime, we figured it was a great opportunity to socialise. We went, and lo and behold who's the editor of the magazine? Milo, overseen by another English mistress. That was absolutely fine by me, he was an older boy who gave me special attention because, at least I assumed at the time, he liked my writing.

Not long after that, we began to talk and videocall fairly infrequently on Google Hangouts, where he mentioned a physical similarity in our respective appearances, and said it might be funny if we pretended to be siblings to confuse people. I fail to see now how this is in any way entertaining, but I suppose at the time my ape brain said "ooga booga male attention must maintain", so I went along with it.

Then there's a bit of a gap in my memory between the end of year 7 and the beginning of year 8, but somewhere in that gap my friend Vincent (who was the same friend I'd joined magazine club with) convinced me to take up the guitar so I could go to the lunchtime guitar group with him. I joined the group, and guess who the bassist is? Milo McNonce. I'll get back to that a little later.

So while he was still at school, he worked at a pub in the town where I live called The Fleece, and to get from there to his bus stop he had to walk past my house. By pure chance one day I spotted him out of my bedroom window and called out to him, and we began talking with him down on the pavement looking up at me through my open window. This same thing went on for ages until one day my parents got fed up of what they dubbed the "Romeo and Juliet" routine and invited him in.

Around this time I inexplicably developed massive crushes on two of Milo's friends, Chris and George. I told Milo, and he basically agreed to stalk them for me, even going so far as to write little stories wherein I had rough, kinky sex with his 17 year old for me to get my little 12 year old rocks off to. I, being a total and utter fucking moron, didn't find that weird in the slightest. Until fairly recently, I still had some of these stories screenshotted on my phone gallery but rather stupidly deleted them last year out of shame and fear that somebody would find them.

Then about halfway through year 8, when I was helping him with packing up after guitar group, he started hugging me out of nowhere and kissed me on the forehead. Ape brain struck again and said "Oh worm? Guess this is happening now, that's calm."

Nothing else of particular note happened in year 8 on that front, although it all continued as a regular thing.

So then began year 9, and the *real* shitstorm reared its head.

Remember how I said that eventually my parents had invited him in? That was the point that he began to *really* cosy up to my mum, like really sucking up to her. He didn't manage to have quite the same effect on my dad because he was usually at work, but since my mum is a goldsmith she works from home. It was also around that time when he rather conveniently decided that he was gay, at least that's what he told my mum, which meant that for the next roughly six months she felt unthreatened by the fact that her 12 year old daughter was having private conversations in her bedroom with a 17 year old boy with the door closed (bearing in mind I live in the UK, where the age of consent is 16).

Then, in March, it was my school's annual Pump Room Concert. At the rehearsal on the day of the concert we were in the big room upstairs where all the instruments are kept in-between the rehearsal and the concert itself, when he hugged me tightly and began to stare into my eyes. We were interrupted by a teacher coming in to put his own instrument there, but Milo later told me a couple of nights later that had the teacher *not* come in when he did he'd have kissed me. Ape brain liked this very much.

That was something of a turning point I think, because after that I can only remember our conversations in my room ending with him on top of me, tongue down my throat and hand down my knickers. At that point I had just turned 13, and he was no younger than 18.

He started to tell me about his mental health issues, he'd been orphaned at a young age but old enough to remember his parents dying, which had understandably messed him up a bit. The last I heard of this he was being treated for bipolar disorder.

That was when my friends at the time began to smell a rather large rat, and told me about the stench of said rat, which I stubbornly ignored. This ended in me having a massive row with my friendship group, which promptly divided down the middle into two factions: one relentlessly took the piss and tried to rile me up about the whole thing (I'm not friends with them anymore), and the other kept telling me that they thought he was dangerous and that I should stay away from him (I'm still friends with them). I ended up ignoring both, which caused me to become more distant from them and spend more time with Milo, spurred on by the fact that he'd told me that I was helping him cope with his depression.

This routine kept up until the end of year 9, when he fucked up all his A Levels and managed to get a place at Cardiff University by pure good luck. I spent the next two to three months convinced that *I* was the reason he'd done so badly, and thinking that the time he spent molesting me (what I interpreted at the time as me "distracting" him) he could have spent studying.

After he moved to Wales our communication gradually petered out, and I eventually realised that I was not his taboo seductress or whatever the fuck I thought our relationship dynamic was, but that I had in fact been sexually manipulated and exploited and tried to cut ties with him.

He still came over during the holidays, but far less frequently and I never let him touch me again.

I got a proper boyfriend, and thought things were looking up, when a month before my GCSEs started, he messaged me out of the blue asking if I wanted to see him again while I had the chance because he was going to kill himself. I spent the entire day sobbing on the phone to him and trying to talk him down because as much as I resented him and wanted him gone from my life, I couldn't have responsibility for his death on my conscience during my exams. I still haven't quite figured out if he was serious about it or whether he just wanted to illicit some kind of emotional response from me, but that was pretty much the final straw.

To be honest? If I could go back and redo that whole day with the knowledge of what he's done since then (namely having been in the national papers for narrowly avoided jail time over revenge-porning his ex girlfriend), I'm not entirely sure I'd have expended that much time and energy into trying to stop him. I know it sounds horrible, but at this point, when I feel dirty and ashamed in my own bed and I can't even watch Catch 22 on Channel 4 and say "Damn, Milo's cute" without getting a jarring intrusive thought of that paedophilic creep sucking on my neck and palming my fanny, I don't think I really care.

So that's where we are. If you meet him, stay the fuck away from him, for all his slime he's a charismatic bugger and knows how to get into your head until you're trapped in a web of manipulation that you just can't escape.

I've since opened up to a very close friend, still not my parents though, who said that she could see what I was going through and feeling as it was happening, and the only reason that she didn't report it was that I begged her and made her swear not to. Despite this, she went to our school nurse to ask for anonymous advice and that's mostly what's helped me get to grips with how to handle this now, and for that I cannot be more grateful. Her support has made it easier to tell the truth to a couple of other people, and to contact this account. Will it get to the point where I feel I can tell my parents or the police? I'm not sure, but I hope so.