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I hope you feel Palpatine standing behind you and whispering into your ear, "dewit"

Well now I do

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[merrinpippy]

For the band thing: Les Friction

Do I know them already?: yes | no | yes but not well enough to fill out the yes section

First song youtube took me to: louder than words

First Impression: very dramatic and atmospheric, reminds me of old evanescence and muse

Do I like it?: definitely!

Would I listen to more from them?: already have! lmao

Rate (from what I heard): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

#personal #my ask #music #darklordtomarry

[katsitting]

Prompt: Titty Sprinkles

AN: So, this was wild. There will be typos and all that. Enjoy, waifu XD

Warning: Foul language

Rating: T

“Titty sprinkles,” Harry muttered beneath his breath. His eyes were wide with disbelief, his firm hold on the bags of groceries slackening in surprise.

Harry could hear the faint sound of cans clattering to the ground, the fresh peaches and apples he had just purchased that afternoon making soft thuds as they tumbled to the wooden floor. He should have been worried for them. He did, after all, spend an hour at the store trying to determine whether he wanted them or not. It also didn’t help that they had been absurdly expensive. It wasn’t cheap to buy fruits at this time of year, with the autumn leaves burnt orange and vivid red.

But Harry could not get himself to focus on the bags he had dropped carelessly to the ground. None of that bloody mattered. It was hardly a blip in his mind in that precise second because, of all things he could have expected for his afternoon, he had not expected for his apartment to be completely trashed.

He had left for an hour. Just one bloody hour. Not a few days, not several weeks. Just one hour. And instead of finding the pristine apartment he had labored over for hours earlier that afternoon, Harry was faced with a bloody war zone.

The floors he had scrubbed until it practically glowed, his hands and knees still aching from scrubbing with a fury he only could possess, were no longer the white they had been before. It was now wet, brown and black stains peppering the white tile as though an army had come in with their shoes caked in mud. It could have been shite for all Harry knew, it could have been bloody anything. It was fucking everywhere, and Harry bit his lip until it bled to stop himself from shouting.

And, as if the floors were not enough, there were papers everywhere, sheets upon sheets scattered around the living room as though someone had thrown a parade in his living room. It looked like confetti, except Harry was certain that the shredded paper was likely the remains of whatever books and magazines lying about than anything else.

The papers were on the floor, on the coffee table squeezed between his couches on the right side of room. There were sheets on the couches themselves, and when Harry turned his attention away from the two sets of couches, he noted that even the rug he had lying by the coat hanger for guests to wipe their feet was littered with papers.

What the fuck?

Harry stepped further into the room and kicked the door shut, frowning when he heard something crunch beneath his sneakers. He turned his gaze down, and of course, there was broken glass all over the floor as well. It was a trail of it, as though someone had grabbed all the fragile things he owned and had dropped them to the ground as they explored the apartment.

Harry followed the trail of broken glass with his eyes. He saw porcelain and a different array of shards on the floor, the brown stains Harry had noted earlier smeared across the walls right where his living room ended and the kitchen began. It looked as though someone had smeared shite all over the walls, and Harry had the distinct impression that this was perhaps intentional.

Harry did not even want to imagine what the kitchen looked like. He didn’t want to know what the rest of his apartment looked like.

Who could have done this? Harry thought, his mind buzzing with frustration as he looked into his devastated apartment. He was certain he had locked the door, he was also certain that he had put the deadbolt on the door to keep any sort of intruders from getting in. Just who could have found the time to raid his apartment in the hour that he had gone to buy some groceries for his date that afternoon?

Harry immediately thought of his ex-boyfriend, Draco, but he quickly dismissed the idea. Draco was many things. A tosser with too many paternal issues to count, but a thief? Hardly. Sure, he was rather petty when he wanted to be and he did often threaten to come into his apartment and trash the place. But the git would never actually do it.

Not when he had a rich mummy and daddy that would never accept that their dearest son was gay and a hooligan. He wouldn’t ruin his own family name for some bit of revenge (especially when it was his own bloody fault Harry had broken up with him in the first place).

So no, Draco had not had a hand in this even if his gut had immediately latched onto the sod’s name. But who? Just who had the nerve to come into his flat and just wreck it?

He was fairly close to his neighbors, and he doubted that any single one of them would have done something like this. Harry didn’t have many enemies either, even when he had been dating Draco. He was just a university student trying to get by, living on his own euro while he tried to make sense of what to do with his life.

Why does this have to happen to me? And today of all days? Harry felt his eyes sting with angry tears, but he held the emotion back. He hated when he cried, especially when he was mad. It never fixed things and it always gave people the wrong impression. He was angry, not upset. He hated that his tear ducts were somehow connected to his anger.

He inhaled deeply before walking further inside. He knew it was only going to be worse the more he saw, but he needed to know what else the arsehole had ruined. It didn’t look as though someone had stolen anything, but Harry had to be sure. It wasn’t uncommon for thieves to trash the place when they were looking for valuables.

But if that had been the case, why was the flat screen still on the wall near the couches?

Harry clenched his jaw each time glass crunched beneath his feet, when the broken fragments screeched against the tiled floor as he moved.

There was no way that Harry could get this all cleaned up before his dinner date. Not when he needed to mend nearly half the flat and cook dinner for the both of them.

With a sigh, Harry passed through the open entrance way into the small kitchen. He only had a small kitchen table and a space to cook dinner. It was nothing out of this world, the cabinets a strange-beige color and the oven, dishwasher, and sink nearly ancient. They all worked, but it was definitely not a dream kitchen.

Though, Harry sincerely doubted the kitchen looked any better currently. The plates and cups he had left in the sink to dry were now small pieces on the ground, glinting brightly beneath the off-white light above his head. It was just what Harry had expected. A disaster just as the living room was.

Harry had hoped it would not be the case, that the arsehole would have just left his kitchen alone. It wasn’t an impressive place, it was already sort of ugly. It didn’t need any more abuse than it had suffered through the years.

That certainly hadn’t stopped the arse, though. It was a disaster, and now there was no way Harry could cook anything. There were no cups or dishes for dinner. There was nowhere for Harry to put the food on to eat.

Whatever vestige of hope Harry had about dinner were thoroughly crushed in that second.

This was a bloody nightmare.

And it only just got worse the further Harry went.

The dining table and chair set he had purchased when he had first moved in was smeared with more of the brown substance (something Harry noted with relief was not shite, but just mud) and the bookcase he kept tucked at the right by the doorway to his bedroom was notably empty of all books.

That would explain why there was a mess of papers all over his flat, then.

Harry wasn’t sure whether he wanted to scream or cry, frustrated and angry. His eyes burned once more, and he had to bite harshly on his tongue to keep himself from shouting to the tops of his lungs.

Ginny was supposed to come over today!

Harry had labored all afternoon in anticipation for his date, and now, now, he would have to cancel. There was no salvaging his apartment. It would take him not just hours, as he had hoped, but days to repair the damage.

This ruined everything. This was supposed to be the first time he would have Ginny over after months of trying to take her out. They had just started seeing each other, and now, it was going to look as though Harry was trying to stand her up. It didn’t matter the reason, it just never looked good to cancel an hour before the date.

She could already be dressed, she could already have done something in anticipation. Even if it was a little get together at his flat, it still sucked.

Great. Just the impression I needed to make.

“What am I going to do…?” Harry groaned before pressing his hands to his face, a scream threatened to spill from out of his throat. It was a Friday. He had an hour. And he needed to call the police to square away this matter to at least get this incident on the books.

He had already canceled on Ginny once already too, he doubted there would be a third time if he did so again. There was no amount of begging from his end that would make this okay. Even if he actually had a good excuse this time (not that he hadn’t the last time, it wasn’t his fault he’d gotten sick with food poisoning!)

This is perfect, Harry. Just perfect. You just manage to move on from your dirtbag ex and now your chances are ruined because some arsehole decided to--

The sound of three, distinct knocks drew Harry away from his thoughts.

Harry paused, eyebrows screwing together in confusion. He was not expecting Ginny for another hour. It wasn’t like her to arrive early, and she had yet to shoot him a text that she had left her own flat to come over. He had been in a rush earlier to get the groceries just because of that, needing to grab all that he needed to cook dinner before she arrived.

He had given himself an hour to determine just what he would make and to gather the ingredients he would need. So he knew for a fact that it couldn’t be Ginny standing outside his door with his grocer--

The groceries!

Harry scrambled quickly to the door, just recalling that he had not brought them inside when he had come in. God, I cannot believe this, Harry thought before clasping onto the doorknob and yanking the door open with more force than was necessary.

Harry winced when the blasted thing slammed into the wall. He hoped he hadn’t cracked the plaster. The landlord would have his head if she knew that he had again broken a small hole into the wall.

There was the sound of a throat clearing, and Harry was forced away from his thoughts.

Harry’s breath caught, surprise coloring his cheeks when he caught sight of the most handsome man he had ever seen. Easily more handsome than all of the male models on the cover of a Vogue magazine.

“C-can I help you?” Harry said, noticing that he’d been staring for lord knows how long.

The man smiled at him then, dark eyes glinting brightly underneath the fluorescent light emanating from the hallway. It made him look rather pale, his skin almost waxy looking. But it did not detract from the sharpness of his cheekbones, in Harry’s opinion. Nor did it truly overshadow the smoothness of his skin, or the way his wavy hair was tamed into submission with only one curl pressed against his forehead.

The man looked like a fallen angel, pale skin contrasting sharply with dark eyes and hair. The shitty light did nothing to mask that sort of beauty, and Harry found himself, once more, struck dumb by his appearance.

“My name is Tom Riddle, I just moved in. I’ve been acquainting myself with everyone that lives on the same floor.”

Harry furrowed his brow for a moment, unsure of what to say to that.

New neighbor? He didn’t recall the manager telling him about that. Heck, he didn’t recall anyone moving out recently. The set of flats wasn’t numerous and Harry was fairly close to everyone here.

Harry scrambled for something to say when the man then raised his brows at him, the smile stretching wider on his handsome face.

Shite. Stop staring, Harry.

“Um, nice to meet you, then. I didn’t know someone new was moving in. You can call me Harry, just Harry. None of that surname nonsense,” Harry said, unconsciously opening his door further as he tried to fight off a wave of embarrassment. This was a new neighbor, not someone he’d just met at the gay bar.

Get it together.

“A pleasure to meet you--” Riddle tried to say before abruptly stopping, dark eyes widening in shock.

Harry blinked, confused at Riddle’s sudden reaction. Had he done something?

“Is something wro--”

“What happened to your flat? It looks horrid.”

Oh.

Harry sputtered for a moment, recalling just then the shite state of his flat.

Oh god, my flat.

Ginny.

Harry felt like his heart might fail. He needed to fix his flat somehow. He needed to do something, like let Ginny know just what happened. He needed to call the police.

“I...don’t know,” Harry finally said after a long pause. He shot his gaze down to the groceries he had dropped outside, and groaned aloud. He crouched lowly then, grabbing onto his bags hastily before rising.

It was a miracle none of the contents had fallen out of the bag, but really. Harry had had just about enough with the bad news. He supposed this was the only good thing to come out of the whole fiasco.

Unbruised fruits.

Bloody perfect.

Harry was just about to ramble about heading back inside, to get started on the cleaning and shoot Ginny that dreaded text, before Riddle pressed a firm hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

Harry paused, glancing up at Riddle’s face in surprise.

“Would you like some help? My things have yet to arrive and it certainly looks as though you could use some assistance.”

Harry swallowed, staring intently at Riddle’s face in search any sort of pity and mockery. There was none of those emotions on his face, his dark eyes looked bottomless and his lips were no longer smiling. He looked serious, and it was perhaps in that earnest expression that Harry found himself relaxing underneath Riddle’s sudden offer.

“Thank you. I appreciate it, really. You don’t have to do this,” Harry said instead, shooting Riddle a grateful smile before turning his back to the man and heading back into his hellhole of a flat.

“It’s the least I could do, Harry. After all, we are going to be seeing each quite often,” Riddle said softly, his warm breath fanning against the back of Harry’s left ear.

That was certainly true. They were neighbors, after all.

#tomarry #one word prompt #I did a thing #crack #darklordtomarry

[havsgast]

If you're still doing the AU things I would love to suggest Tomarry AU where Tom is a well known actor/artist/singer/something and Harry is his rival's assistant/PA

sorry for keeping you waiting, like, i don’t even know when i got this

Tom is fairly well known as a child actor, who has turned to the role of director as he entered adulthood. He gets less fame from behind the camera, as his movies fall into the “obscure indie” genre more often than not, but he prefers it to acting. He does still occasionally take roles, but mainly they’re just minor. Hollywood disgusts him.

Gellert is an up-and-coming actor that has the lead in Tom’s latest movie. They can’t stand each other. Tom is a perfectionist down to the smallest detail, and Gellert thinks too highly of himself, as he thinks he can improve everything. They also have opposing views of Hollywood and media; Tom wants to get rid of it, Gellert wants to control it.

Harry is Gellert’s personal assistant, and he honestly don’t remember how that happened. It’s usually a good job; Gellert is popular enough that directors usually consider his suggestions. Tom doesn’t consider Gellert at all, which leaves Harry to keep the peace between them.

Tom writes in a role for Harry in the movie, mainly to annoy Gellert, but also because there’s something about Harry that he wants to explore.

Gellert thinks he can use Harry to break Tom’s heart, so he approves and try to manipulate things to go as he wants.

Harry is done with both of them, but he can’t exactly quit his job. Thankfully, he’s very good at ignoring them both. He’s also very good at making things happen behind the scenes (and has likely saved Gellert’s career multiple times this way).

Basically, Harry is badass and should be feared. Especially when he’s used as Gellert and Tom’s tug toy. He charms Tom on his own - hey, Tom is a fascinating person and Harry does want to get to know him - and also make Gellert think that his manipulations are working.

In the end, the movie gets made. Harry gets more screentime than Gellert, and Tom offers Harry a lead role in his next movie. Gellert is forced to find a new assistant (which he does. Albus.)

...I have no idea how Hollywood or movie making works

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[angelofmysteries]

Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Thomas Slytherin, sat in the dining room of Riddle manor reading the Daily Prophet and idly sorting through his correspondence. Amongst the letters there was one that remained unopened. It sat furthest away from him, just out of his reach. It seemed to tease him. He had read the who the sender was and put it down to deal with later.

Normally people who eavesdropped on him would enter a world of trouble, and then for the boy to actually call him out was a surprise. The way the bonfire flames had moved in his green eyes when Potter had accused him of being a pureblood supremacist had aroused his interest. No one spoke to him that way anymore. It had been refreshing to have someone stand up for their belief’s against the unstoppable machine that was the nobility.

Now Potter’s letter lay there doing nothing but stirring his curiosity.

Had the boy come to his senses and this was a letter begging his forgiveness, or was it further condemnation of his actions?

The possibilities were endless. Maybe it was a letter declaring his undying love for him. Tom could live with that. Potter was attractive; with his dark hair and bright green eyes, Tom had been easily enthralled when he had first met him. But that passion. . . Oh, how Potter had titillated him at the bonfire. Tom had had to leave before he offered to take Potter to his bed.

He had done is research into him afterwards. Lucius Malfoy had admitted that the boy was intelligent and one of the better Slytherin’s in recent years. To grow up surrounded by Gryffindor’s and then to end up in Slytherin; he was one of the few to be placed into the house on his own merits.

He tapped against the table and frowned. The letter continued to mock him. Potter had written “Lord Thomas Slytherin” in bright green ink.

To appeal to his vanity and house pride perhaps? He wanted to pretend it hadn’t worked.

Still he didn’t want to open the envelope. It felt better to let his imagination run wild. It would be no fun when the Potter boy let him down. Tom wouldn’t be devastated if Harry begged forgiveness and offered himself, but he would be disappointed. Any further accusations from Potter would show that he was a fool that had managed to get into Slytherin.

Wandlessly summoning the envelope to his hand and he opened it with a sigh. There was a second envelope inside. He read the letter once. Twice. Three times.

There was no way this was possible. How had Potter. . .

He opened the second envelope and looked at the contents before breaking out into laughter.

He was impressed. The boy was tenacious and clever. Tom laid the three pictures out on the table. Harry Potter in the main chamber, the library, and leaning against the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

Tom wanted Harry Potter in every way possible.

Aesthetic Moodboard for @darklordtomarry‘s fic, What We May Be.

#darklordtomarry #tomarry #fic aesthetic #what we may be #I really hope you like this Alex ;_; #And that it makes sense #harry potter

[unobviousart]

The mirror was rather strange.

In which Harry is being possessed by Tom Riddle, who is trapped inside the mirror.

It’s my voluntered gift for @DarkLordTomarry for @tomarrydarkspringexchange​. You’ve got some sick prompts! I wish I signed up in first place and had more time to work on them

#the third one (about portraits and hallways) would make perfect short game #tomarrydarkspringexchange #tomarry #darklordtomarry

[purpleravenwhitesuit]

💣👀💖💢

Ship that pisses you off: Snape shipped with anyone that he has canonically taught. Lupin shipped with anyone that he has canonically taught. Super/bat, Super/wonder, Bat/wonder,    

Ship you’re curious about: I will never read the Cursed Child but I’ve read spoilers and the thought of Albus having a crush on Delphi is just so Extra because Delphi’s biological parents have very much tried to personally murder Albus’ parents. I had a terrible mental image just now of bald snake face Voldemort leading Delphi down the aisle to Albus. @my brain why ?

Ship that needs more love: Balder/Loki (which verse? all of them. donut judge me) 

Ship that is most misunderstood: Super/bat, I just cannot with how people ship it because its in a way that absolutely separates and divorces them from their respective cities. And/or its building up Batman at the expense of tearing down Superman (this is also why I dislike Bat/wonder tbh because there’s framing that’s like ~oh even Wonder Woman can’t help but fall for Batman he’s just that annoying a male power fantasy awesome!~) And the reasons ppl go to for shipping Batman with Superman is them projecting traits of people Superman already has. Lois Lane is human, and brave and a warrior for justice. Rich Billionaire Daddy? L E X L U T H O R

#added slashes to keep ~ship hate~ out of the tags <__< #for the record this may make it seem like i dislike batman but no i like him. but im critical of him and how stuff is in ships with him beca #because much of it is quite :/ #darklordtomarry

[danreblogsstuff]

darklordtomarry replied to your post “darklordtomarry replied to your post: ...”

can we play Elvis at full blast at them?

Yes. Elvis and Johnny Cash. Sometimes at the same time and sometimes we’ll edit the songs to have the vocals from one of them and the music from the other.

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[katsitting]

So now we're gonna have to go get more. And then we're gonna go on even more adventures after that, Harry. And you're gonna keep your mouth shut about 'em, Harry. Because the world is full of idiots that don't understand what's important. And they'll tear us apart, Harry. But if you stick with me, I'm gonna accomplish great things, Harry. And you're gonna be a part of 'em. And together we're gonna run around, Harry, we're gonna do all kinds of wonderful things, Harry. Just you and me, Harry. The

Are we talking about szechuan sauce or tears here?

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[havsgast]

Umbridge, Marlou Barebone, Filch

Annoyingly, Umbridge would probably make for a good lab partner.

Would probably prefer Filch’s company in an elevator for 10 hours…. we could talk cats, or mourn not having magic, or I could just ignore him.

Mary Lou Barebone would be an awful employee trainer but she’s also the least awful out of the bunch in that setting.

#darklordtomarry

[acciotomriddle]

Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Uncle Vernon!

Albus Dumbledore: What is the greatest obstacle you have ever overcome in your life?

This is a depressing answer but I would say leaving an abusive relationship and dealing with the effects caused from it. I’m still not ‘over it’ or whatever but I’m getting there

Remus Lupin: If you transform into any one animal or creature, which one would it be?

A bird of some kind...maybe a parrot? They’re beautiful animals, and I’d love to be able to fly

Uncle Vernon: What is your favorite day of the week?

Thursdays, mainly because I don’t have to go to work or do much at all xD

Send me a character?

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[crackmonkeytrash]

@darklordtomarry thank you so much!!! I’m so proud of my star child, he’s such a good bean

Also, Cass actually caught and tortured her captors when she was 16 utilizing spells such as (blood boiling, entrail expelling, disintegration) and some spells she invented on her own (a spell to make the bones splinter outwards and the marrow to solidify *a painful process* that then tore through the skin outwards to make an exoskeleton of sorts that then skinned the victim to make a skin cave that she then burned with fiendfyre) and bound their souls to a squish ball she kept on her at all times for muscle spasms so she could continue her revenge even after their demise 🙃🙃🙃🙃

#mine #darklordtomarry #she is tragic it's true but she also a ruthless vindictive babe

[dracomysunshinechild]

1, 2, 5,12, 16,29, 33, 45, 60, 68, 95

Thank you!!

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?All Time Low - Jon Bellion, Defying Gravity - Wicked, The Dream - In This Moment, Hurts So Good - Astrid S, How Far I’ll Go [Reprise] - Auli’i Cravalho, Just Give Me A Reason - P!nk, Nate Ruess.

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Hoooo boy this is a tough one. Hmm. Probably Chris Evans. He’s such a sweet giant cinnamon roll and he seems really genuine; a nice guy ^_^

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?From my gorgeous girl Lisa. “One campus babe”

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?Does a Q-tip count? My nose was itchy damn it ahaha

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?God, you’re not wrong. Erm... In this Moment? UGH but I love me some Corrs... and Evanescence.... man I can never answer this bloody question.

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?You damn right I do. I believe in both! My mum used to catch me talking to the ghost of my grandma when I was little. And boy, lemme tell you, if we exist in this infinite universe, you can damn well be sure there are other beings out there somewhere.

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?East Coast, just cause a) i live there and b) i’ve never been to the West Coast haha

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?Honestly? A simple fracture in my left ring finger. That’s it. I am indestructible hahaha.

60:  Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?An ultrathin pad hahaha that’s it. Oh and my season 3 QAF DVD

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?Whatever it is I’ll take it. Satan will be my forever partner

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?Somewhere tropical! A getaway of soft beaches and crystal clear water and hidden pools with waterfalls where me and my bae can escape from fucking everything.

#thank you! #this was fun :D #darklordtomarry

[p0nnudraws]

darklordtomarry replied to your post “Thanks @kohl-lips and @darklordtomarry for your help! It seems I...”

If you're using chrome or Firefox check for the new xkit since classic xkit is short of dead

OHMYGOD IT WORKS THANK YOU

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