oh !! my !! i’m the first requester ?? that’s crazy !!
be expecting more platonic yandere asks :3
Mayhaps .. Platonic Yan ! Riddle Rosehearts & Younger brother / sibling ! MC ?
Except they are really anxious n paranoid .. about EVERYTHING !!
“Riddle, How does this school system work ?”
“Riddle, why is there furries here ? — oh they’re a beastmen?!”
“Riddle, why is everyone talking to me ?”
“Riddle, why are the teachers so scary ?!”
“Riddle, why did mother send me here ? I wanna go home ….”
and the list goes on !!
please n thank uu !
—Call Me ; Yàng Anon ! Or Anon Yàng ? Or Maybe ☀️ Anon ? whatever fits you !
Ooh, okay! Well first of all, hello Yàng-Anon. Second thank you for the asks! So long as asks are open (and you aren't spamming my inbox) you're free to send in as many asks as you like...only one at time tho. I can't do two at once lol. Anyway thanks for the love and support! <3
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Anon-Yan 💌‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
Platonic Yandere Riddle
Riddle as a sibling would be a little controlling in general.
Partly due to his own perfectionism, something he can't quite shake even after his overblot.
However as a yandere? It gets waaaay fucking worse.
He views the object of his "affections" less like a person and more like some kind of ragdoll that he pose and dress however he wants.
He thinks he's helping but in reality it actually worsens their mental state until they are exactly like the doll Riddle wants them to be.
But in the context of ask I think it play out a little differently.
Riddle would develop his yandere tendencies as a young child, given that you were the only person Riddle was allowed to even speak to (aside from his parents)
So it's no wonder why he quickly fell in love with your sweet and nice nature.
He couldn't help but want to shield you from all the hurt he experienced as a child. Given that you were probably the only good thing allowed to stay in his life.
You grew up babied by him, with him constantly holding your hand and helping carry you every step of the way.
Even if sometimes he was a little invasive about it.
"You're doing it wrong. Here give me the pencil. Let me show you how to do it. Can't have you getting a bad grade on such an easy assignment now can I?"
When it came time for his first year at NRC he was absolutely pissed that you couldn't come with him.
He knew that eventually Mother would try to tear you two apart, but it doesn't make him happy either way.
God bless everyone in Heartslabyul during his first year because without you around he's fucking merciless.
When he comes back home for the breaks he spends as much time as possible with you, from teaching you different spells and potions as well as all the history he was taught at NRC.
When it comes time for his second year, you finally get a visit from the Ebony Carriage. And he's absolutely overjoyed.
He doesn't have to spend most of the year alone again.
He finds a joy in your innocence and naivety.
Like when you cling to his robe at the ceremony, scared and afraid of the things happening around you or during the first unbirthday party when you tug at his sleeves and beg him to take it easy on those poor freshman.
Oh how cute his little sibling is. His cute, naive, and utterly helpless little sibling.
Don't worry, so long as you stay in line and keep being your adorable-self your head will stay attached.
The same can't be said for those troublemakers that tried to concert you into one of their own...
"Those unabashed fools! Trying to make you into one of their own..Idiots the lot of them! Oh, I'm sorry for scaring you dear. Don't worry about me, so long as you're with me everything will be alright. Just smile and nod, alright dear?"
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@beatingheart-bride
Fortunately, neither of them had to wait long-June and Wilhelm, unable to sleep on account of their son's absence, had been sitting up wide awake in the living room, and were thus able to run to the door when they heard Emily's call. June threw open the door, and Randall, in an effort to stand on his own two feet, moved to collapse against her, mumbling, "Ma...Emily...saved me..."
"What?"
"She didn't...hurt me..." he continued, voice strained as he spoke-even through the haze of pain hanging over him, he wanted to make it as clear as possible that Emily saved his life. "Got mugged...she saved me..."
"Shh, shh, don't speak," she soothed, her expression uncertain as she looked between her badly battered son and the vampire standing on the front porch. She wasn't sure what to say, but for now, she settled for bringing Randall inside, asking Wilhelm to bring her the first aid kit, something he rushed to do, sparing an equally uncertain look towards Emily as he hurried upstairs.
Once he'd had a chance to lie down and recover, letting his mother tend to his wounds, Randall was able to explain the full story of what had transpired that evening-how Emily had coming seemingly out of nowhere to rescue him, opting not to drain his attackers, but instead give them a good scare before rushing him home.
"And she didn't...bite you...?" Wilhelm asked, keeping his voice low as Randall took a deep drink from his water glass, saying, "No, Pa, she didn't." She had every opportunity to do so, but she didn't. He hoped that would be enough to change their minds about her, as he ventured to ask:
"Can you...can you please bring her in?"
At this request, his parents exchanged a nervous look-should they? Would she turn vengeful as soon as she crossed that threshold? The look in their son's eyes said no...
...but that was a painful concept in itself, as it meant that they had been wrong about her all this time...
Swallowing back their worries, June gave her husband a curt little nod, and so, with some hesitance, some lingering uncertainty, Wilhelm slowly opened the front door, letting Emily into their home once more.
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Aw, hi friend!! Thank you for the gift :D I hope you're doing well out there. I've been struggling to survive the holiday end-of-year rush, the stress of upcoming January appointments, waiting on mysterious blood test explanations while my doctor is on vacation 'for weeks'...and completely switching my sleep routine.
It's for the best of all possible causes, my dedication to our outdoor cats--we have five beloved trusting regulars now, plus another handful who come by when they feel like it--and the need to balance that with keeping my housing situation secure. But it's still been a difficult adjustment, though I do think I'm (slowly) adjusting to often being awake in the morning.
The 11-year-old's regular weekend here just ended, and in two days @actuallyrorygilmore will arrive. I don't know how long she'll be with us, but it's possible the kiddo will return for the first week of January and that'll mean we have back-to-back extra family like we did last month. Totally normal for the holidays, but I still have to brace my disordered brain to withstand the upheaval to my routine (which is already under upheaval).
All that considered, I'm doing alright I think. I have pictures I want to post from my birthday--I got a guitar!--and other occasions. I really need to queue posts here and dive into asks I didn't realize until just now that I had, and for a long time I've wanted to post a general health update for all my people who've been witness to my years of venting about things, and deserve to know that Things Have Happened. (I also owe friends messages and emails and I have unfinished projects weighing on my soul.)
But see above for the reasons why instead, I'm just trying to keep my head above water and make it through a day at a time. Happy crabs are always appreciated. <3
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