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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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Hello, my dear! Thank you so much for your blessed blog, so hard to find a yandere blog for sp♥️ if you don't mind, can I ask for platonic / romantic headcanons for Tweek Tweak? This boy is so underrated, but he looks so soft and super clingy because of how socially awkward he is. I hope you keep yourself safe and comfortable💕

HCs for Platonic and Romantic Yandere Tweek

A.N. - I had the ideas, so why not share them? You’re right on the money about Tweek; he’s one of the most delusional of the bunch. I’m doing my best, and I hope you do the same. That goes for all my readers. Happy early Halloween everyone!

Platonic:

Apologizes for the slightest hint of a mistake. Upsetting his friend is deserving of death in Tweek’s opinion, so any show of malcontent from them fuels his crippling fear of abandonment.

No matter how much their absence paralyzes him with the thought that they have boarded a train to nowhere and are never returning, he will bury this terror in the depths of his mind if it means pleasing his friend. Someone like him should be drowning someone like them in adulation for even sparing him a passing glance let alone being his friend.

Tweek feels deeply indebted to them for providing what he views as protection from the countless dangers of the world and worries that he will never be able to repay them. This perceived failure haunts his thoughts every second of every day until he is reduced to a quivering mess, pleading with them to forgive him.

In Tweek’s eyes, his friend is not merely a kind person who gives him the time of day. They are something else entirely. A type of guardian who, in his time of need, will always be there to rescue him from both the pits of his paranoia and the threats these delusions conjure.

Looks to his friend for how to live his life. When Tweek thinks of his friend, he imagines someone who hopelessly outmatches him in every way.

When he is debating how many coffee beans to dump in the grinder, they throw out a number that sounds perfect. When he is struggling to prepare the customers’ orders without spilling drinks because of the coffee his parents gave him earlier, they swoop in with a thumbs-up and make the daunting workload feel like grabbing a glass of water.

Such little deeds, but to Tweek, it is nothing short of ironclad proof that his friend possesses a level of greatness he would never dare reach. Every second of their attention is a gift he feels unworthy of but covets more than he does any other facet of his life. One sliver of praise is a source of bliss so potent he would disregard the rest of the world and do anything they desired if only asked.

Tweek is desperate to prove that their kindness is not wasted on him, and he will search for how to do so in all the worst places. Any indication that someone is consistently bothering his friend results in the culprit being wiped off the map.

If they are having difficulty succeeding in something, he is more than willing to drug competitors and resorts to as many unlawful means of guaranteeing their victory as needed. It is the least he can do to show his gratitude for their companionship.

Romantic:

Every living, breathing person is a threat. The most fleeting of glances betray an untold passion, and one kind word is a declaration of devotion the likes of which bring Tweek to his knees. A pat on the back or hand on the shoulder petrifies him and drives him to beg his partner not to interact with anyone but himself.

For each second of their absence, he is plagued with horrific thoughts about unseen foes watching from the shadows and creeping up while his back is turned. No one can be trusted but them, and it does not require more than a few minutes for Tweek's erratic courage to shatter.

He swamps them with phone calls and text messages before screaming for them to save him as other people begin to take notice and ask questions. When someone approaches with concern or complaint, he flees to his partner with the request that they never leave his house again.

Even then, he cannot fall asleep without them else he is tormented by nightmares of unwanted visitors. Tweek awaits their return to latch onto them and implore them to never leave his side again.

Believes his partner will never reciprocate his affections. Tweek invents a story where he and his partner have always known each other and been together since before his first memories.

There is no doubt that their relationship is anything less than foretold, and he has a myriad of bogus experiences and interactions to prove it. The euphoria he feels whenever they come near is twisted by his delusional mind into proof that his partner can singlehandedly erase all his anxiety with their mere presence and is the key to happiness.

Anytime they ask who he is or why he is following them, reality delivers a swift kick to Tweek's brain that nearly cripples him. All the holes in his fantasies suddenly become painfully evident, and the logistical nightmare that is their relationship is now unavoidable.

He spends so much time wallowing in fake memories that he forgets to make real ones. Tweek has a poor ability to differentiate between what he wishes to be real and what is, so he retreats into his delusions the moment the integrity of the relationship comes under attack.

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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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I miss u :(

I miss you too. What would you say to a few extra posts?

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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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Came to check you out yesterday. You doing great job! I enjoy you blog and I hope you can continue.

Have a nice day

Ps. Who is your favorite character from South park?

(Mine is Leslie Meyers)

Careful now. Going and saying things like this makes me want to type out another request. Despite my horribly inconsistent posting schedule, I have no intention of abandoning this blog. So, fingers crossed that the month of haunting is kinder to us all.

I found Leslie and the whole concept of living ads pretty intriguing, but Butters has always been #1 for me. Can anyone guess who my second favourite is? I'll give you a virtual cookie 🍪.

A good day to you as well!

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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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Im glad to hear you're taking care of yourself!

Little by little I'm surely getting better!

"Is that a Simpsons gif on a South Park blog?!"

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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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I just realized you mentioned Tweek in your last head canon with Kenny. Would you do a team-up of Craig and Tweek? :P

HCs for Platonic and Romantic Yandere Craig & Tweek Team-Up

A.N. - Don't drink the coffee.

Craig Tucker & Tweek Tweak

Platonic:

One never leaves, and the other is barely present. Tweek cannot take a single step without asking their friend if it was in the right direction, while Craig prefers to skulk in the shadows and keep an eye on them from a distance.

Obsession has not made his social skills any less abysmal, for he has no plans to make small talk anytime soon. The apathetic chap would be perfectly fine with leaving their friend to their own devices if it were not for Tweek's unrelenting paranoia and dependence on them prompting many an unpleasant scene.

They most likely requested some space or mingled with another friend for a little too long, and now the anxious lad is pleading with them not to abandon him. He starts rambling about the other person's murderous agenda and the government conspiracy to isolate him from them so they can abduct him in the dead of night and erase all evidence of his existence.

The theories become increasingly desperate and nonsensical until Craig intervenes and suggests a parley at his house. Any onlookers are given a front-row seat to the extension of his middle finger as he guides Tweek and their friend to a more secluded location and reminds Tweek that he was on the cusp of digging both of them into an early grave.

There is no such thing as life outside Tweek and Craig. Every social gathering is an opportunity for betrayal, every invitation a trap of sour words, and anyone their friend thought was on their side is biding their time until the perfect moment to strike.

Tweek confuses them and skews their sense of reality with his endless stream of falsehoods and sinister theories while Craig quietly disposes of anyone who would tell them otherwise. The former is joined at the hip with them, but the latter remains as cold as ever.

At times, Tweek is the only one their friend sees because Craig has resigned to tailing them. He memorizes their daily schedule and discreetly tags along to ensure it all runs smoothly but harbours little interest in actually interacting with them.

When Tweek phones him at three in the morning obsessing over something he did or said to their friend weeks ago that upset them, Craig barely represses a sigh. He assures him that they do not hate his guts and he should get some rest, but all the while Tweek is rambling about being lower than dirt and never having the nerve to show his face again.

The instances in which their friend hangs out with someone and does not notify Tweek results in the anxious lad screaming bloody murder to Craig about how they are going to die and the men in black are coming for him, but the apathetic chap says they will deal with all that later.

Just as Tweek is convinced that he is not worried enough, Craig suggests they crash the party and rid themselves of one more interloper.

Romantic:

A cacophony of mixed signals. Tweek cannot be without their partner for more than a few minutes or he will assume that they have been killed or kidnapped. Craig is on speed-dial as he screams into the phone about how space aliens and the government are conspiring to bust up the relationship.

The whole town is in on it, everyone is a spy, and his phone is bugged. Tweek, on the brink of a panic attack, hangs up and proceeds to tear out chunks of his hair. By the time Craig enters the scene, Tweek has either barricaded himself in his bedroom or is sprinting crazily through the streets and shouting their partner's name.

The wild goose chase commences, and Craig is more irritated than worried. His attempts at logic fall on deaf ears as Tweek rants incessantly about how his life is falling apart and the prospect of surviving without them is inconceivable.

Craig is all too aware of how suffocating Tweek's clinginess can be and does not blame their partner for coveting a break, but he puts his foot down and says 'tough' once it escalates to him having to spend most of his day playing therapist. He is willing to let them off with a slap on the wrist, knowing that Tweek's renewed need to stay latched onto them for every waking moment will be ample punishment.

Their word trumps all. Craig lacks the patience to deal with any sort of rebellion in a non-cruel and uncaring manner, and Tweek falls to pieces at the slightest sign of rejection.

The latter will have a meltdown in public and beg their partner to reconsider whenever they want to hang out with anyone else, while the former is more inclined to forcefully prevent them from leaving and threaten their friends into alienating them. There is no sympathy in Craig's voice when he tells them that they are not allowed to leave his or Tweek's house without at least one of them by their side.

Tweek already dreads the idea of going outside and exposing himself to the prying eyes of South Park's residents for even a second, but the thought of their partner doing so has him chugging drugged coffee as if he has never had a drink in his life and double-checking the lock on the front door twenty-six times. As he is pulling out the nails and hammer, Craig begrudgingly steps in and talks him down.

The two reach a compromise between Tweek's outlandish extremes and Craig's apathetic cruelty, but the endgame is still not particularly favourable. Their partner is looking at a future where Tweek will fight to the death to keep them inside while Craig is estranging them from each friend and family member one by one until they are naught but a fading memory.

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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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Hey dude! Sorry if I seem pushy, but I’ve checked your blog a lot. How ya doing?

*rises from coffin*

*coughs through dust*

*shakes off cobwebs*

"Ah, I've missed this."

Hello, everyone! This has been a long time coming. The past month was not kind to me, and I lost the will to write for a while. It was messages like these that made me want to type a few keys again. The amount of patience and support in my inbox is truly remarkable, and I'd like to return the favour.

For the Christophe anon, go ahead and request as much as you want for the mole! He is a delightful character to write about.

Yes, I have been working on drinking more water and pacing myself. Thanks for the reminders.

My gift to you is headcanons for a Tweek and Craig team-up.

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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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So i went through the rules to make sure my ask was oki doki but i got a question. Are the characters aged up in any way? Cause i dont remember too well the ages from the show but im kinda sure the main characters were around 9-11 years old?

Hey! Yeah, that age range is about right.

The ages are left ambiguous in my writing, so the reader can imagine whatever they want. The gifs only show them as their original age because I know some people prefer visual aids when they read or don't know/can't remember what the character looks like.

Looking forward to your request!

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yandere-southpark · 4 years

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Gosh that was so good I’m literally loved it thank you can I request what type of yandere is everybody or just some random ones if this makes sense ❤️

HCs for Platonic and Romantic Yandere Christophe, Gregory & Damien

A.N. - Glad to hear I did my favourite character justice! So I just used this as an excuse to write for a few of the characters that I figure won't get requested much but still wanted to do something for. Fair warning that all three of these boys are quite high on the yandere scale, so the danger is afoot.

Christophe (aka "The Mole")

Platonic:

The ultimate soldier of fortune and guard dog rolled into one. No task is off-limits, out of the question, or too daunting for Christophe. If his friend wants it done, he will make it his mission in life to see it come to fruition no matter how many lives get thrown under the bus or ended prematurely in the process.

He devotes himself to serving them and eliminating all obstacles and irritants from their life, as it is the only way he knows how to express any sort of positive sentiment for another person. Christophe is woefully inexperienced with the concept of friendship, and it shows.

It's something he never believed to be genuine nor allowed himself to indulge in due to deep-rooted trust issues largely stemming from his mother's poor treatment of him, so this sudden and overwhelming preoccupation with defending his friend from the world is entirely foreign to him.

Christophe is all too familiar with how unfriendly and predatory people can be, so he takes it upon himself to become his friend's self-proclaimed bodyguard. A target now lies on the backs of anyone they interact with.

Their friends are manipulative moochers who will turn on them the moment times get tough, and their family is waiting for the perfect excuse to disown them and finally be rid of them.

Strangers and acquaintances are dealt the worst hand of all. Christophe has no time for tomfoolery, and if someone rubs him or his friend the wrong way for even a second, he will not hesitate to crack them over the head with his shovel and spit on their corpse.

His friend will likely be subjected to various long-winded rants about the futility of relationships and how the world has gone to hell in a handbasket, but there is always a recurring theme. No one is worthy of their trust except him.

Romantic:

Christophe is already fiercely paranoid and unstable. Throw obsession into the mix, and it’s a one-way ticket to hell on earth. At first, he loathes these feelings and his partner for causing them. In his eyes, love is nothing more than a sham revolving around leeching on to one another only to get stabbed in the back.

He tries desperately to bury his raging emotions and ignore his partner’s existence, but they invade his thoughts every second of every day without fail, never allowing him a single moment of reprieve. It chips away at his remaining sanity, keeps him up at night, and leads to many instances of him absentmindedly following them for a while only to come to his senses and be enraged by his own behaviour.

Just because Christophe is obsessed with his partner does not mean he is nice to them. If anything, he is actually ruder to them than he is to most. For the longest time, he refuses to accept the fact that these feelings are not going away and blames his partner for his inner turmoil, expressing his denial and frustration by acting belligerent towards them and making them think he detests them.

In a way, he does, but his true feelings become all too apparent whenever someone flirts with them or when they avoid him. Christophe will eventually crack during one of these two scenarios. What follows is a tumultuous rage in which the mercenary screams his head off, assaults anyone who attempts to impede him, and unloads on his partner.

They have every facet of his real opinion on them shouted in their face before he takes his shovel to whoever may be with them, not relenting until the other person is unidentifiable. Every perceived culprit and contributor is absolutely brutalized.

When the smoke clears, his partner is left with no friends and a dwindling number of living relatives.

Gregory of Yardale

Platonic:

The one who seems to know everything about anyone his friend ever comes into contact with while simultaneously being everywhere they are yet never where they need him to be when they actually need him.

When his friend wants his help with something, Gregory suddenly vanishes off the face of the earth or conveniently has a prior commitment that takes priority even if he told them he was free a mere moment earlier. He thinks asking him for help is the only sensible choice because no one else could ever hope to match his intellect and prowess, but just because his friend’s life is the only one he values other than his own does not get them a free ride.

If they truly desire his assistance, they can earn it by either waiting for him to become available or begging him to make an exception because there are few things Gregory delights in more than some good old-fashioned ego-stroking. At least, that’s his thought process. In reality, it does not play out that way most of the time.

His friend usually turns to someone else for help at this point, which insults Gregory to the core and makes him insanely jealous. It is a slap in the face reminding him that they do not hold him in as high of a regard as he holds himself.

Infuriating but manageable, he decides. All he needs to do is exterminate the peasant they dare to believe can compare to him and announce that his so-called busy schedule has miraculously opened. A deal fell through or a client cancelled a meeting and now he has all the time in the world to assist them.

If the deed is already finished, it is a disgrace to everything Gregory stands for, and whoever replaced him is dying if it is his final act on this earth. If the task is only partially completed, it spells a marginally better fate for the other person, as he will focus more on debasing and criticizing their undeveloped work rather than on hunting them down.

If they fail or ditch his friend, he interprets it as proof of his superiority, and his friend will never hear the end of his monologues about how he is the only one they should rely on and who will always be there for them.

No matter what the case is, their helper would be wise to sleep with one eye open for the foreseeable future.

Romantic:

Gregory loves what he does. Every untimely death brings a smile to his face. Plotting the murder of his rivals and any pests who cannot refrain from sticking their noses in his private affairs is an art form to him. Watching the authorities scramble for the slightest shred of evidence while the helpless denizens of South Park grow evermore desperate and paranoid with each disappearance instills in him a profound sense of pride.

If he feels generous, they find the body. If not, it will be as if the victim never existed outside of a few stray memories that will fade once the case inevitably goes cold.

Gregory is far from an overenthusiastic amateur when it comes to under-the-table deeds. Every death is manipulated to support his alibi and outfitted with a backstory dissuading any notion of his culpability.

When his partner is left lonely and disheartened by their friends' passing or vanishing, he offers them his shoulder to cry on and feeds them lies. One friend up and left due to a family emergency, another missed weeks of school only to return a shadow of their former self unable to look them in the eye because of a deteriorating home environment, and their best friend was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time when that car rounded the corner.

Has a dangerous taste for the dramatic. Gregory prefers to steer clear of harming family members, but that will not prevent him from endeavouring to convince his partner that they are holding them back and killing their true potential.

He drips with charm and charisma at all the right moments and leaves little to no trace of his nefarious pastimes in his dialogues, but the ever-intensifying urge to spill his guts about everything he has done in their honour and revel in obtaining their undivided attention for once is more than a little maddening.

In a perfect world, every murder would be a work of art and a testament to his undying adoration of them. They would gaze upon each masterpiece with awe and realize that the only person in the world who deserved them was him. Alas, Gregory finds himself disappointed with reality once again, but it is nothing a little perseverance cannot remedy.

Damien Thorn

Platonic:

Treats his friend more like a pet. Damien regards them as the one being he will order the legions of Hell to spare following the birth of the apocalypse, but their friends and family's fates are not so promising.

In the meantime, he spends nearly every waking moment of his vacation in South Park accompanying them in their daily life. He has no concept of personal space or privacy when it comes to them and will be baffled if they tell him to leave. Not that it matters if they do, for Damien never sheds his sense of supremacy and views their objections as trivial balderdash.

Their independence is all but stripped from them, and he expects unconditional submission else a few poor bystanders erupt in flames. While his fury is rarely unleashed directly upon his friend, he will target anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby and hunt down the people closest to them if he feels especially slighted.

Every living thing that communicates with his friend is a threat requiring barbarous extermination. Damien is more than willing to crack open the earth like an egg and watch with fiendish delight as the victim is dragged into Hell by demonic spirits and consumed by the fires of the underworld. His friend is welcome to watch it with him, and he insists that they take him up on the offer because they are going to see much more of it soon.

Their future was set in stone the moment they met him. Damien is a stranger to connections of any kind, and, while he does not fully understand what he is experiencing, he knows that he wants his friend to remain by his side for all eternity.

Unfortunately, he cares neither for how this goal is achieved nor whether they consent to his plan or not. Satan eventually catches wind of his scheme when his son rejects the opportunity to return to Hell unless his friend accompanies him.

The devil explains why that is impossible, claiming that they must be dead before their soul may safely traipse through the underworld. Damien takes this at face value and announces to his friend that he wants them to join him in the afterlife. He promises their fate will be a prosperous one, as a majority of demons are bound by his father to obey him.

Trying to escape now would spell the demise of hundreds, if not more. The possibility of sparking a premature Armageddon by refusing looms over his friend's head. Regardless of their response, the decision is not theirs to make. It never was. Endowed with the legacy of Satan, the throne of Pandemonium is his birthright, and Damien was never taught to take no for an answer.

Romantic:

Everyone in his partner's life has been marked for death and can expect the forces of Hell to come knocking on their door shortly. Damien houses no regard for any living thing except himself and whomsoever fate curses to catch his eye. He will pursue them with all the diligence of a merciless demon, never sparing a second thought about the many casualties.

There is a complete and utter lack of prudence and tact in his actions, as he is violently impatient and fails to see the purpose of hunkering down for the long haul when he can trigger Armageddon with a snap of his fingers. Playing the waiting game is such a colossal waste of time for him that he will not hesitate to appear before his partner one day and inform them that they are now a resident of Hell.

Damien does not understand the ways of mortals yet and will likely attempt to bring them to his home with cataclysmic effects, unaware that the souls of the living are not designed to be tethered to the underworld. Being scolded by his father will not be the worst part of that day for either of them.

The unwanted journey may leave his partner traumatized or with a fractured psyche, as they had numerous images of countless people being tortured by methods they thought too barbaric to conceive unrepentantly thrust upon them. If that does not make them crack, the piece of their soul now trapped in Hell begins to tear their mind apart at the seams.

No one will ever have any doubts about Damien's stance on his partner's social life. People are incinerated daily for the slightest transgressions, and there is not much anyone can do about it other than to avoid his partner like the plague.

Born in the seventh circle of Hell, the Antichrist possesses no capacity for morality or compassion. Humans are naught but dirt under his boots. He refuses to allow his partner to leave his sight for any reason, and no one who dares to interfere is graced with so much as a shred of mercy.

Their family inspires a special type of hatred within Damien, for they were around when he was not and share an inherent bond he cannot replicate or replace.

His partner may get the sense that he is merely biding his time until they die so he can claim their soul. It certainly is not the worst path to take, but he is prone to altering his methods on a dime.

He may start to influence aspects of their life to be more hazardous and continually place them in life-threatening situations. Anything to speed up the process.

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