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♡ mutuals only riddle rosehearts of yana toboso’s twisted wonderland. ♡ not spoiler free! primarily follows the jp version of twst. ♡ aus, multiverse and crossover friendly. ♡ written by freya. ♡ this is a proship safe space. what is proshipping? click here. ♡ rules.
Hiatus extended. Sorry. The drive to write Riddle at the moment is truly not here. I might try some stuff in my inbox at some point but it'll be slow.
Minor things for when I come back...
Adding to my rules that any octa/riddle ship is never going to happen. Not romantically. I have a huge notp aversion for those ships for a lot of reasons. No exceptions anymore for this.
Not only that but if we don't have a proper plot going on eventually I will be soft blocking and clearing out my following. I want to write here. Not just have a silent blog. I haven't been around because my muse has been dead for a while but I do want to change that... Slowly but surely. The same goes if you haven't sent the code word by the time my hiatus is over.
I think I'll return mid-april.
They are MARRIED, your honor.
The last chapter of Twisted Wonderland The Comic: Episode of Heartslabyul is now here! Thank you all for following us along each release, and we hope to see you all during Episode of Savanaclaw!
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Chapter 7 is coming 👀 No dates--all we know is that it is in creation!
the awkward moment when you're crush / bf starts wailing in public after never shedding a tear in the whole time you've known eachother, oops
Riddle Rosehearts Guest Room Lines
Tap
Are you looking for me to help you with your studies?
Playing croquet out in the yard after we relax may be nice.
I'm thinking I could go for a cup of tea. Would you join me?
Trouble
I am not in the wrong! They are the one who should apologize!
What, are you suggesting I am to blame here?
Idle
Normal idle lines:
Hmmh.
Not bad.
It's quite rude to not offer any tea to your guests.
Additional lines when their favored theme points are higher than other themes:
Good: Like people, furniture must also have some class.
Great: I feel at ease when looking at the furniture here.
Perfect: The color contrast is wonderful.
Additional lines when their dorm points are higher than other dorms:
Good: This will not infringe on any of the Queen of Hearts' Rules.
Great: This is a well-kept room. I almost wish the students in my dorm would use this as an example.
When Invited
Normal invitation line:
I'll rest here for a little while.
Additional lines when their favored theme points are higher than other themes:
Good: This is a pretty nice room.
Great: I'm not an expert on interior design, but I do believe this is in good taste. I like soothing and refined rooms. It makes me want to return many a time.
Perfect: I never realized you were one to be so fastidious with preparing rooms such like this. I also prefer neat and orderly spaces. I think we'll get along swimmingly. Next time I come, I shall lend you a tome of prominent architectural structures.
Additional lines when their dorm points are higher than other dorms:
Good: Prudent of you to use my dormitory as reference.
Great: Do you admire Heartslabyul that much? How pleasant. Come spend time at our dormitory sometime. I'm sure you'll learn much.
Hi! Hope you're having a wonderful day, a wonderful week and a wonderful month! You're a really sweet person who deserves a lot of love and I hope the future is good to you! Keep going and keep your passion for writing shining bright enough to illuminate the dark!
This is really kind of you, thank you anon! It was sweet to see when I woke up from my nap ;w; I hope you’re having a wonderful time as well!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Chapter 20 is now out on MangaDex! We can’t thank everyone enough for your continued patience despite the shortcomings. We are drawing close to the finish line for Heartslabyul’s arc…
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💭 + another childhood memory please 🙌
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Riddle is twelve years old and at his first party. Or, rather, the first dinner party without supervision. Mother finally trusts him and he’s watching as his relatives speak to one another. They are adorned in red and the jewels are beautiful. But they’re all a vision of blurs to him. It’s been a week of liquids in preparation for this event. To be the desired version Mother needed. Still, that always left him all too light headed. Like he’s a feather floating in the air as soon as he stands. Yet these clothes from three years ago fit him even now.
When did he make it to the dining table? The roasted meals laid out in front of him. Several people are serving themselves and the servants are serving his family. Yet he’s here. The scent had drawn him and Riddle is silent in tapping the juices of the meat with his fingers. A tiny lick to them follows after and his stomach twists and groans. He feels both thirsty and hungry. But hunger is a constant, hunger keeps him awake and focused, and able to study for longer periods of time. After all, the days are not long enough...
Riddle doesn’t care at the moment. Perfect manicured nails digging into the meat like a peasant and he rips into it. Take a bite and another. The people around him don’t seem to notice or care. Who comes to a dinner party and does not eat? That would make someone the odd one out. Logically. But sometimes that logic doesn’t fit with his Mother’s. And there’s a voice in his head telling him to stop. Tells him not to reach for the starches, the vegetables, or the drinks.
He doesn’t listen.
He doesn’t listen and he suddenly sees his Mother from across the room. With his younger sister who seems to be looking away. Mother is gripping her shoulder tightly. He gulps from nervousness at the viciousness of her stance and stare. Mother could easily kill a man with a single look. It’s a terrifying force of nature that he doesn’t realize Father is right beside him to grab his wrist.
Those red eyes look empty. As if his son is more of a pitiful creature right now than his own flesh and blood. “You know better than this,” is all he says, tugging him out of sight. Brought upstairs to the main part of their home.
The silence is excruciating but Father shoves Riddle right into the bathroom. Using the hottest, it feels as if it's boiling, water on his hands to clean him. Taking off his outer garments and putting them away. Riddle wants to ask what will happen now but speaking to his Father was like speaking to a wild Jub-Jub Bird. It may look royal, it may even look peaceful, but one wrong step, and it’ll devour your entire being. And with his Father? That means bruises, and these were the type of bruises that would not be hidden so easily or so soon.
So he’s grateful when he sees his Mother, and Father finally goes. But that feeling passes when she grabs Riddle by his hair. A familiar feeling but not quite as rough as he’s used to. Maybe he’s become accustomed to it? He isn’t left wondering for long because he’s forced to bow down to the toilet before him.
He doesn’t understand.
“I meant to teach you this kindly, dear, but you always force my hand.”
Wait...!
“You know better than to go above your limits and I was so generous inviting you to this. Letting you have a break from your studies to be with family, and this is what I get? This is what you do to me? You were such a good boy all week, and now you’re hurting my heart because I have to do this...”
She has him looking at him. The grip on his chin is tight. Did Mother cut her nails? She usually has them perfect. But they seem ripped as if...
His thoughts stop because Mother forces those fingers down his throat, and he gags. His hands try to shove her away but she only forces them behind his back with magic... vines? He can feel the thorns digging into his skin. They make the bathroom smell like roses... and soon vomit. Riddle finally gags again and the food purges out of him. Successfully destroying a portion of the intake today.
“See this was meant for when you overeat at that college in a few years, when you are older... More mature and capable of being able to care for yourself properly. So that I didn’t have to see you hurt, my precious boy, you’re breaking my heart by not listening to me!”
“Mama, I didn’t mean...” Riddle cries out; quickly cut off.
Mother forces her fingers in again. Not wanting to hear false apologies and making him pay for what he’s done to her. He knows it must have been embarrassing, seeing her son eat like a pig, and now it must be heartbreaking... he really is such a horrible son sometimes, isn’t he? Because being powerful isn’t enough. Being perfect isn’t enough. Obedience is the key. Obedience comes into success. She’s always right. Mother is always right and he needs to remember that. Riddle is meant to be the one to carry on the family name, to be the perfect heir.
So he stops fighting it. No matter how much it burns in his throat, or his nose. Even as he can feel the sharpness of the food coming back out in his throat and there’s a mixture of blood in the toilet. Even as his body trembles and his heart feels like it’s going to explode.
Riddle did this to himself.
There’s a mild horror in the bathroom mirror. A young Claudia Rosehearts needs to use the sink to brush her teeth but all she can do is stare at Riddle. He doesn’t notice the tears in her eyes and he doesn’t know if she’s been there for long. But Mother does it again as she demands for her to close the door. That this is between her and Riddle, she has no place here, and the only option is to obey.
The door shuts.
He wouldn’t see his younger sister again that night.
And he wouldn’t wake up for another day or so from the sheer exhaustion and dehydration. The IV in his arm was planted by his Father to keep him healthy. And medicine by his table. The same medicine that allows him to keep the diet his mother desires for him.
He takes it without being told.
Riddle finally understands now, and for the first time, he doesn’t feel the hunger.
Psst, psst, place some random topics here for the memory meme. I have a few that are blank and I can’t think of much at the moment ><; So is there anything anyone wants to see?
“💭“ + childhood memory. Time for pain :^)
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The day starts off as it’s usual routine. The alarm goes off and Riddle rubs his eyes to see the sun peeking in. It’s the beginning of Autumn and so it’s darker than he’s used to. But that’s what happens with Time, he always spins and life must go on. After all, Time is no fool and he refuses to stand still. At least, that’s the tale in Wonderland.
Riddle is slow to walk to the bathroom, exhausted from the day before. His mother has been making him work harder than normal. The urge to perfect things seems to be really weighing on her lately. Is it because of how she said everything now counts into getting into that special college? Riddle’s counting the years till he goes on his hands... and a tiny voice wonders why he has to prepare five-to-six years early. Is it normal? Are other children made to work this hard? But that voice silences with what he’s demanded by his Mother.
The rules are: he must be perfect, and he must work hard as it’s expected of him. Anything less will result in something awful.
Those grey eyes stare at him back in the mirror and his stomach hurts. He hasn’t eaten since three in the afternoon from the day before. It’s now almost seven in the morning. Breakfast isn't allowed until eleven this morning; if he’s lucky. But he’s allowed plain tea and water as often as he likes - so he makes that. The stool under his feet to reach the kettle on the counter. Even at age ten, he’s too small to reach most things. He wonders when he’ll grow taller.
The next thing to do is begin his classes. Studying practical magic and its history. How mages lived in Wonderland, and other realms. He feels his stomach twist and turn and it’s hard to concentrate. It’s only seven forty-five now... He makes another tea, one with some caffeine in hopes to stave off the hunger. Riddle is silent in begging for it to go away.
The law is: Mother always says to drink caffeine instead when his stomach growls. It’s his stomach becoming disobedient... Which makes him disobedient and he cannot disobey her. Mother has and always will be right; her rules are there for a reason.
Riddle inhales the scent of the tea and drinks it.
He continues with his studies.
It’s around ten this morning when he finally hears his mother in the kitchen. The scent of breakfast burning his nose and making his mouth drool. His stomach growls and he’s never felt a desire for eggs so badly until this moment...
Riddle is timid and silent coming into the kitchen. Finding himself wishing he could be like Che’nya. Invisible to all eyes when he has to be. He knows the answer Mother will give him. It’s too early for breakfast, she’d say. Fasting brings more knowledge to his mind, she’d remind him. Stop being so weak, she’d command.
So today, instead, for once... he will try to be like Che’nya. Sneaking into the kitchen... now he's grateful he’s shorter than their counters to hide from her. Quick to use magic to levitate the egg towards him. It’s boiled, and without its shell... so in his mind, that’d be about seventy-eight calories at the very least? He knows to round up to eighty calories, add thirty more, and there he’ll have an estimate without a food scale.
This is one hundred and ten calories, approximately... out of his six hundred daily limit.
Should he risk it for a single egg? He knows he shouldn’t but he’s so hungry that he takes a bite from desperation. And for a moment... For one a singular moment? He feels the warmth of the egg, and a satisfaction. He suddenly recalls what it’s like to enjoy a bite of food and he swallows it. His stomach was no longer empty and only filled with tea.
But that moment is over when he feels a tight grip on his hair. Now his hair is far too red for it to be noticed by most but he can feel blood dripping out from her grip. It feels as if she’s trying to rip it out and he cries, dropping the half eaten egg and his mother screams. She's slapping him and he can't comprehend what she’s saying. He can only see a blur of a woman in red behind his tears and he can only hear the screams.
“But it was nineteen hours, Mama, I thought...” He’s crying, and foolishly, not apologizing.
This only makes her more angry than before and he feels a flash of magic towards him. Harsh and cold air shoving him right against the table. He’s thrown so hard he hears the wood crack behind him and the table breaks as they both crash into the wall. He doesn't know it, but there's a dent there now and a wound in the back of his head from the impact...
For the second time in his life he’s truly scared of her. For the second time he’s wishing she would just stop. Stop yelling, stop using all her magic, and stop being so mean. Why is she always so mean?
“You think nineteen hours is long, Riddle? I will make you endure seventy-two hours without food to teach you a lesson in manners! You do not steal from your mother, you do not disobey your mother, do you understand me?” She’s still screaming, even now.
All Riddle can think of is suffering that hunger again but even longer. His fear grows and something inside him breaks? ...No, something inside him builds up. Like a defense. The only defense he's ever felt and his scream echoes in the dining room. The scream matches Mother's and his eyes remain shut.
Even as she’s suddenly silent.
But the silence lasts too long.
It's too quiet. So he peeks at her with one eye... and the sight he sees scares him. His Mother is still; unmoving. There’s a lock around her neck, tight and golden. Shaped into a heart and it appears her magic, all of it, has stopped. His mother even looks a little older. Not that he’s aware of her using magic to keep a youthful appearance.
His mother suddenly brightens, smiling, and laughing; congratulating him for finding his Unique Magic. Her entire attitude shifts, and she’s on her knees, kissing his cheeks and praising him. Sweetly cooing and telling him it was all to see if he could finally manifest it like she knew he could. She's praising him over his magic, and the greatness inside him. She won’t stop petting and holding him and wiping away his tears and blood as if it's simply nothing. The touch is so gentle and he immediately begins crying. He wishes she could be this gentle all the time... why can't she?
It was so terrifying and mean, what she did, but he can’t say that. He can’t complain. Mother knows best and now he has a Unique Magic... one that is powerful enough to stop any magic in its tracks. Riddle is the youngest Rosehearts to ever create his own power. The youngest in Wonderland, and in this Queendom.
Mother knows best. He must keep listening to her. Her rules are always correct. Everything she says does provide the result she's promised. Riddle simply has to obey and everything will turn out alright.
And so that's when he properly learned his lesson...
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Since I’ve been asked a few times by several people I just want to point out this is my ONLY Riddle blog. I don’t have another one, I don’t ever plan on moving this blog. I’ve been on this one for three years almost, and that’s not changing. Someone with a similar url is not me; it just happened to match since this is Riddle’s famous title, that’s all ^^;;
Totally not a rewrite of his union bday, but it absolutely is. Imagine it being Malleu/s for the interviewer instead? When he chooses Diaso the pure challenge written on both their faces. Malleu/s actually thrilled at the idea. Inviting him to the Valley when he speaks of always wanting to learn how they use their magic daily and how they live like that. Because to Ridd/le it does sound amazing to him.
Silver is chosen for the sibling question which would have been my first choice. And he does bring Silver up first. The excuses were just... stupid and shoving down the Octa for no good reason other than fan service.
The voicelines would consist of: talking about how a/deuce were panicking the whole morning trying to set things up in hopes of not being beheaded, Cater talking way to many selfies of them when he gave his gift, Trey making a tart they used to share together. I’d keep the mention of Malleu/s’ bad tea that he gave him that taste just like medicine. That was actually funny and cute.
