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cubeapples · 2 days

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obsessed with the fact that tom riddle's three career plans were shop assistant, teacher, or murderous fascist dictator.

#like oh honey no #tom riddle #voldemort #harry potter #lord voldemort

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garfunkelworld · 2 days

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tomione ||| wolfer ||| peppershark

“The room swelters with heat, the strings warp and twist in her ear. Tom Riddle, murderer, encircles her, and they spin.”

another little WIP / ink for my forever favorite wolfer by @peppershark

#tomione #tom riddle #tomione fanart #hermione granger #my art #wolfer #peppershark #harry potter fanart #voldemort #cowboy tom riddle #wild west au

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iamnmbr3 · 2 days

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Alphard: It's so hard when you meet a man, fall in love with him and then--

Sirius: He marries the girl he's been pining for and you're happy for him but inside your heart is breaking and then before you've recovered from that he dies tragically. I know.

Alphard: I was going to say 'and then he becomes a formless wraith somewhere in Albania' but ok.

Sirius: What?

#tom riddle/alphard black #prongsfoot #crack #humor #Sirius Black #Alphard Black #Tom Riddle #Voldemort #Harry Potter #random musings #alphard black/tom riddle

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capriddle · 2 days

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I have this headcanon about the first time Tom Riddle's powers manifested. I imagine him as quite small, a 4 or 5 year old. One of the orphanage workers calls him Tommy and he hates him so much that he shatters a glass.

#lord voldemort #voldemort #tomriddle #dark lord #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #voldemort headcanon #headcanons #headcanon #horpanage #heir of slytherin

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lucasthecoffeshopguy · 2 days

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love tomarry but after a full 2 days of reading just tomarry fics. I miss the murder a little bit. feeling sad, going into proper voldemort withdrawal. need to read abt dick from a man who is a snake

#harrymort #harry potter #voldemort

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hollowed-theory-hall · 3 days

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What do you think Voldemort's sexuality is?

Well, it could honestly be anything since we don't really know. Like, you can headcanon away pretty securely here because Voldemort's romantic endeavors aren't something that's explored in the books. (I do not count Cursed Child as canon)

I'm not very fussed about whether he's attracted to men, women, both, or neither, I think the more interesting question here is how Tom Riddle/Voldemort views sex and romance. In connection with himself, that is.

Because Tom is interesting in that respect, he's both incredibly distrusting and doesn't allow himself to get too attached, but at the same time, he is desperate for a real human connection and understanding. This kinda leads me to believe Tom likes the idea of romance but thinks himself incapable of it (whether he's aro or not, doesn't actually matter, it's more about what he thinks about it). I think Tom/Voldemort is likely to convince himself he is above plebian things such as romantic attachment and love, not because he doesn't want it (he does, even if he won't say it) but because he fears he's incapable of it. I think he would like the concept of someone who is his, but he also never really saw a good healthy relationship, and his views on what a romance is are a little skewed. But because of his fear that he can't experience these feelings — this sort of attachment — he would convince himself it isn't a weakness or failure on his part, but a strength. He doesn't need to busy himself with such frivolous pursuits.

I think sex is actually something Tom/Voldemort would find easier to be interested in. Sex is a physical need, it's about practicality. Viewing sex in this cold and logical way is something Tom would have an easier time getting behind. He knows how to deal with things people need and want. So, I think a purely physical relationship without the romantic side would be easier for Tom to rationalize and keep his act with. Because real romance requires emotional vulnerability, which... yeah, Voldemort's not great at that.

With a romantic relationship (if he were to have one), I think he would get sentimental, but he's going to be really weird about it. I mean, full-on control freak, obsessive Voldemort. It's not going to be pretty and very few partners are probably going to be able to handle it. I also don't see Tom/Voldemort allowing himself emotional vulnerability, it'll take a while to wear him down, but beneath all his walls, he really does want human connection. And once he has one, I imagine he'd be pretty damn possessive and protective of it.

Tom is not really about give-and-take relationships, though, it's his way or the highway, which doesn't really work in a healthy relationship. He likes to have control over everything. He would want to continue his academic magical pursuits and he wouldn't allow a relationship to get in his way, but he would also be very protective of this one real connection and wouldn't let anything get in its way. I think Tom would love a lot of attention from his partner, honestly. I think he'd thrive on being the most important person for someone.

Basically, Tom Riddle/Voldemort isn't dating material for a healthy human being, but I think that's obvious.

#harry potter #hp #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #asks #anon asks #anonymous #hollowedheadcanon #hp headcanon #hp thoughts

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robin1729 · 17 hours

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Names have power

Names have power. My first introduction to this concept was, obviously, Percy Jackson. In Uncle Rick's world, you couldn't take Zeus' name without summoning lightning and thunder. You couldn't name Kronos, the Lord of Time, without a chill falling over the entire place, like some part of his presence was suddenly there.

The next series I read was Harry Potter. People feared Voldemort so much, they didn't dare take his name. Instead he became You-know-who. Everyone knew. I think there was more to it than fear though. I think saying his name suddenly cast a shadow of gloominess over any gathering they might be at, reminding everyone of everything he did, everything and everyone the people there lost.

That belief would only be confirmed for me later in life. You left, and your name became taboo. In everything I wrote on my phone, every journal entry, you are there, but not really. There's someone called "you" and "her" but no mention of a name. I sometimes would randomly start a conversation with "You know, she used to..." and I never had to say who. Everyone knew. It was there. Your presence like a heavy blanket weighing on everyone there, but everyone wary of your name.

And that is why, even now, on this blog that doesn't have my name or my face, and with no one I know reading it, your name remains unspoken.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 18 hours

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Just read the new chapter and I love the bit with Azkaban Break. It feels like just the sort of thing I’d play at a tabletop club or con game room. Everyone trying so hard and yet so ineptly to explain it to the newcomer is also extremely accurate.

Anyway, now I’m curious- Tom decides Bella needs to try to socialize with non-Death Eaters without trying to kill them, finds out that she apparently likes playing magic board games with her family, and makes her go to a game store encounters night or something similar. How many people die, and why?

The Man Who Would be King by me and @therealvinelle where Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan play a board game they really like with new people.

Look, @therealvinelle, praise and accuracy!

I don't see Tom ever, ever, ever in a million years doing this (would only hurt his image and the Death Eaters being normal people or not isn't his business) but the outcome depends on how it's ordered.

If Bella's strictly ordered not to harm or hurt anyone then she doesn't but she hates them all. She leaves feeling she's gone through the hardest trial of her life and the Dark Lord must be so pleased with her for passing his test.

If he didn't put any limits, everyone dies, because they were cheating Muggles.

#harry potter #the man who would be king #bellatrix lestrange #tom riddle #voldemort #meta #vinelle #therealvinelle #praise

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profoundmakerdreamerss-blog · 1 day

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You know what's scary to think about? How inbreeding caused the gaunts to basically die out. How black madness is so prominent — and one or two more generation they might end up where Gaunts were (if they continued the marriage in family for a “pure bloodline”). Imagine, in a world where Voldemort actually won, and if we follow the theory of Voldemort wanting to destroy the world; just imagine, purebloods basically killing themselves by following this line of marriage — Imagine, how horrifying the results would be as they slowly die out.

#like #if we sit down ans think for a second #what inbreeding truly does #how it is the reason why a lot of diseases end up mutating and kills the whole line #in real life #imagine purebloods obsession with keeping the blood pure ends uo being the reason why magic dies #after they destroy the people with apparent bad “blood”#harry potter #Voldemort #idfk #its just thoughts #harry potter meta #tom riddle #black family #the gaunts

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thatshakespeareanfool · 2 days

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Why aren't more people talking about Tom Riddle's irrational, phobia kind of fear from death and the cause of it?

Personally I think it's heavily related to his environment growing up in the Great Depression and WWII. The adoption act just passed in the year he was born and it wasn't working effectively for years while the system was overwhelmed with children.

When the Depression hit they lost their foundings, people were often starving and child sicknesses like whooping cough, scarlet fever Tom probably saw children die in his close environment through his childhood. We see that he stole trinkets but it's more likely that they stole food and clothing from each other as well. It's also important to note that Mrs Cole was canonically an alcoholic so it was not a case of an emotional supportive and responsible adult taking care of them.

As Tom leaves for 2nd year Germany starts the WWII, before his 3rd yr he is still London when the first air raid happens, bombs meant for military targets end up in the city centre. Food rationing was normal. He misses the Blitz by being in Hogwarts but most of the city is destroyed with horrible condition when he returns, there are heavy bombings at the end of july. Continuing with v1-v2 bombings. Tom was surely either in an aid shelter or out in the city at one point. It's possible that at that point he was unaffected by the sight of dead people, children lying around daily.

We know that he wanted to stay at Hogwarts for summer but Dippet denied him and I can only hope it was out of ignorance and not purposefully sending him back to a war zone.

All through this he had a trace on his wand due to being underaged. So he could only use his raw magic.

It's no wonder that he decided he never wants death, that if he had survived all of this he deserves to escape death himself. He mutilated his own soul multiple times just to cheat death, that's desperation wrapped in arrogance.

He was a traumatized war orphan with incredible high Intelligence and scarily potent raw magical power, he had zero chance against his hubris.

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #voldemort #historical rant #in this case historical context is extremely important in my opinion

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iamnmbr3 · 3 days

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Pollux: It's time for you to get married.

Alphard: I don't want to.

Pollux: We're Purebloods. We don't get married because we want to. We get married to carry on the family name.

Alphard: I'm gay.

Pollux: And? So am I. That's no excuse not to produce an heir.

Irma: What?

Alphard: I'm already seeing someone.

Pollux: Your duty to your lineage comes fist. He'll just have to accept it.

Alphard: ... So should I tell Lord Voldemort you want me to be unfaithful to him or do you want to?

Pollux: ...

Pollux: Walburga, pick your favorite unwed male cousin.

#tom riddle/alphard black #crack #humor #Tom Riddle #Alphard Black #Voldemort #Pollux Black #Irma Black #Walburga Black #Harry Potter #incorrect harry potter quotes #alphard black/tom riddle

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coryosbaby · 3 months

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Mascara || T. Riddle

Fandom: ‘Harry Potter’

Pairing: Young! Tom Riddle x fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

｡.｡ ♡ Content warning . Public sex, praise & degradation, cum play, sub! Reader, dom! Tom

Notes: set in modern day Hogwarts. I never thought i’d want to fuck Voldemort but here we are.

Your feet patter softly against the tile floors of Hogwarts, a book clutched tightly in your arms as you make your way towards the school’s library. It’s a rainy night, incredibly quiet and empty. The other students are at dinner, and you’ve decided to skip out to study for your OWLs. When you open the big wooden doors to the library, the smell of printed ink and old pages invites you further in.

The first thing you notice, when you close the doors behind you and take sight of the room, is that the librarian, Madam Pince, is no where to be found. She must be on her break.

The second thing you notice is the boy sitting in the darkest corner of the room.

You know of the familiar brunette— of course you do. Who wouldn’t? Tom Riddle is a popular slytherin well known for his cunningness, his intelligence, his ability to speak native tongues— and sometimes, his temper. A ravenclaw yourself, you try to steer clear of him. Slytherins usually don’t take politely to anyone outside of their house. Not to mention the fact that you scored the top of your class, with him coming in close second. You suspect that he hates you for that.

He catches your gaze, brown eyes with the resemblance of a serpent. He looks back down at his book, seeming bored.

You let out a breath of air.

You slide your book into the return bin, timidly moving to the shelf about Potions. Snape has been really hassling you lately on your grades, and you really need to turn your B+ into a perfect A. Your fingertips skim over the leathered binds, reading title after title. A voice behind you makes you jump.

“If you’re studying for Snape’s final, I’d recommend ‘Advanced Potion Making’. It will tell you all you need to know.”

His voice is an angelic lilt, though you know that is not in any way what he resembles. The fact that he’s helping you stumps you into utter confusion, and heat creeps up your neck. You nod to him as you begin searching for the book.

To no avail. Your eyes search every bind, every word, but your focus has been diluted because of Tom speaking to you. He sighs, almost annoyed.

He appears beside you, much to your surprise. You nervously bite your lip as he finds the exact book he recommended and pushes it into your hands.

“Chapter nine. I would’ve thought a girl of your ranking in our class would know this already.”

Your brows furrow, embarrassment coursing through you as he sits back down and resumes his tasks. You nervously fumble with the book.

“Thank you.” You reply, because you had been taught proper manners. He scoffs, flicking through the pages of his book. You can’t read the title, though the cover is quite off put ish and dark. Perhaps he had snuck into the restricted section.

“Don’t.”

You frown, though your mind is peaking with curiosity. He seems rude, but he was trying to help you. Maybe there’s something nice under there, after all. Your body is stiff as you sit across from him at the table, silently pleading to God that the boy across from you won’t put a nasty hex on you.

“You don’t have to be rude, you know.”

It slips out of your lips, quiet and unsure. Tom’s eyes narrow at you.

“And as well as that, you don’t have to sit across from me.”

“Perhaps I want to. Perhaps you need a friend.”

“A friend?” He chuckles dryly, his gaze travelling down to your robes. You try to ignore the heat creeping between your legs. “We aren’t going to be friends.”

His insinuation is thick, dangerous. Your heart pounds out of your chest at this unexpected turn of your study hour. You gulp, looking down at the pages.

“Very well then. But since I’ve already sat down, I might as well continue my book here.”

“Or we could continue this conversation in my dorm room.”

He says it smoothly, with no fear or utmost insecurity.

“What?” You blanch, stuttering on your syllables. Tom smirks.

“A smart girl like you, and you can’t even comprehend a single sentence,” he says, his body beginning to move out of his chair. “‘S pathetic, really…”

You breath hitches as his tall form towers over you. Your fingertips grasp the sides of your chair as he leans in close.

��Tom,” you start, warningly. He quirks a brow.

“No?” He questions, and then after a moment, staring into your doe eyes, it dawns on him. His mouth forms into a grin. “Oh, you want it here, don’t you? You want it right here.”

His lips brush just inches over your pouty lips, and you wonder how in the hell you got into this situation and why this slytherin boy is making such a sudden move on you. But knowing Tom, it’s probably out of boredom. Out of the desire for a hook up.

You don’t mind it. Not really, not anymore, because all your protests are ripped away from you when he presses his lips to yours. It’s not tender or sweet, it’s full of sharp teeth and unfiltered lust. His hands rest on your chin, gripping your head so you can’t escape his kiss— can’t escape him.

Your tongue is about to graze his lips when he pulls away. His fingers grasp your shoulder and pull you up to your feet. You stumble, your legs shaky from just a couple of kisses. You gasp when he spins you around and presses your face against one of the nearest bookshelves. His big hands wrap around your wrists and hold them behind your back.

“I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Do you understand me?” He whispers, his hands reaching down to lift up your robes. “If I do, I’ll leave you here drenched, your clothes gone, with your holes freshly fucked and on display for the entire school to see. Do you understand me?”

You nod instantly. You know that these aren’t empty threats; when Tom says he’s going to do something, he’ll do it.

When he pulls up your robes, taking in the sight of your pretty pink thong, he lets out a sharp breath.

“Prepared, weren’t you?”

You let out a whine, knowing that no, this wasn’t intentional. Tom just caught you on a specific type of day. But looking on it now, maybe the universe was being in your favor when you decided to pick out the flimsy undergarment.

Tom slips the hem of your robes into your hands.

“Hold it.” He commands, and you’re quick to comply.

His hardness presses against you, clothed still but his robes are lifted so he can rut against you in his briefs. It isn’t long before he’s pulling them down past his thighs, his cock sprinting up into the air as he places himself against you once again. You can’t help but drip with need, canting your hips back against him. His cock presses in between the seam of your ass, and you rub against him like a bitch in heat.

And just like a bitch in heat, you purr.

“Tommy..” you let out, and his grip on your hips tighten. “Please?”

He scoffs at the nickname, though his bottom lip is caught roughly between his teeth and he’s trying to contain himself. He wraps his hand around his awaiting length, parts your thighs with the other, and slides his dick up against your throughly aroused pussy.

He’s warm, sticky. You wish you could’ve seen him before this, seen that thing that feels oh so heavy between your legs, but it’ll have to wait. Hopefully, there will be a next time.

When he slides in, it stretches you obscenely. This isn’t your first time, but there’s a burning sensation as he enters you. He’s got the perfect amount of thickness and length to pull a moan deep from your throat.

He doesn’t start slow. His hips smack against yours at a rapid pace, small grunts leaving his silky lips as he uses you like a common whore. Your hands grip your robes and the bookshelf at the same time, trying to keep steady as Tom fills you to the brim. He noses along your jaw and leaves wet, open kisses there. You mewl when he bites down harshly and sucks a mark into your skin.

“Such a tight little cunt you have,” Tom breathes, his fingertips bruising your hips. “Look at you, such a slut for my cock. Does it feel good? Tell me, tell me how it feels.”

Your thighs squeeze him, your mouth gaping open in utter ecstasy. Your words are caught in your throat, but Tom is quick to force them out of you with a spank to your ass. You moan, your forehead pressing against the bookshelf’s wooden edge.

“Yes! Yes, it feels so good…” you slur, entranced by the spice of his cologne and the feeling of his girthy length splitting you open. He grunts, bucking his hips into you with vigor.

“And I bet it’s the best you’ve had, isn’t it? All those other boys can’t do it for you. I’m the only one that fucks you this good.”

It’s true, and when his cockhead hits a spot deep inside you that has you keening, your legs quiver and your brain turns to jelly. Tom’s fingers place themselves around your neck and squeeze so hard that your vision blurs at the edges, and you’re enthralled by the fear that courses through your veins. He’s playing your life in his hands like it’s a shiny new toy.

He fucks you like a madman as you gasp and beg for air. Tears spill out of your eyes, salty and wet and Tom takes notice.

“Crying?” He sneers, pounding you so hard that you’re sure the bookshelf will leave bruises as it presses against you. “You’re pathetic. A pathetic, filthy little girl.”

“Mmmhhh..” you cry out. Your eyes roll back as you utter incoherent sounds. He growls.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” And then, with a harsh grip on your hair, “I want to hear you say it. Beg me. Beg me to fill you, whore.”

Your eyes shut tight, and your hands clasp around his wrists as he loosens his grip on your throat.

“Please,” your voice is a gasp as you finally get oxygen unto your system. “Please, Tom, f-fill me up. Cum inside me.”

A small, throaty groan escapes his lips, and with one last desperate thrust he’s spilling balls deep inside your drooling cunt. His cum spills over the cusp of your used entrance, and when he’s done fucking it into you he pulls out with a sharp exhale.

You can feel his cum spill out of your raw fucked hole, the creamy fluid dribbling down your thigh and dripping onto the carpet below. Your clit throbs mercilessly, still devoid of any attention, but Tom is quick to put a stop to that. He drops to his knees, then, and it’s a surprising gesture that you didn’t expect. He doesn’t seem like the type to get on his knees for anyone, let alone you. But his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he spreads your knees and catches his cum into his awaiting mouth. He licks up your hole, circling your clit with practiced precision. You let out a guttural sound when you hear the obscene noises of the cum spilling out of you, along with Tom’s mouth slurping at your cunt vigorously. He works at you over and over, and you clench when you feel yourself nearing your high. It’s almost embarrassingly quick, but you’ve been denied so long that you need to do it and you need to do it now.

“I’m going to…” you gasp out, as he rubs circles into your clit. He lets out a loud grunt against you, his mouth working harder. “I’m cumming—god, I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm washes over you, hits you like a tidal wave in the middle of an incredibly large ocean. Tom works his tongue and lets you ride out your high, and he sighs and pulls away from your pussy when you come down.

He’s gathered enough arousal to fill his mouth generously, and he kisses you flat on the lips. His tongue slides against yours and you can taste your shared arousal on him. You whimper, licking desperately at his salty spend, and it’s messy and sloppy and absolutely depraved. His teeth nip at you as you swallow it all down.

You’re dizzy, on shaky legs. You turn around, finally getting to see Tom’s face coated in your slick and his cum. He grins at you, and something twists in your gut so primal you feel you might burst.

“Better get to studying, Miss Y/L/N,” he says. “It’d be a shame if this missed study session made you fail your OWLs.”

#bunny writes ͟͟͞☆#Tom riddle #Tom riddle x reader #Tom riddle x fem! reader #Tom riddle smut #Tom riddle fanfic #young! Tom riddle #Harry Potter #Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets #harry potter franchise #Harry Potter blurb #Harry Potter fanfic #Voldemort

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nv-tumb · 3 months

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