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A doodle comic very heavily inspired by sleep-deprived discord conversations and @duplicitywrites‘s snippet on Harry’s 12-Step Prison Wife Plan, christened by the ever illustrious @tomriddleswearjar. 

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Heck yeah!!!! DAY TWO FOLKS LET’S GO. Tomarry D&D-athon Word Day 2: Savage.

My list of words for the rest of the month and a description of the event can be found Here!

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When Tom Riddle met Harry Potter, his mind screamed Murder.

Rend his skin off layer by layer. Gouge out his eyes. Tear him apart— or better yet, burn him alive until he is nothing but the scent of charred meat and bones. Take his brittle remains, grind them into a fine powder and replace them with the jar of Pearl Dust in the potion ingredient storeroom. Maybe even spread them over the gravel and sand edges of the Black Lake to amuse himself with while watching students walk its perimeters, unknowingly treading and roughhousing on the dear remains of their fellow classmate. Of Harry Fucking Potter.

Tom counted backwards from ten, breathing in.

Counted to ten, breathing out.

He continued this until he could calm himself— willing his way through his violent and uncontrolled thoughts.

No need to act like a savage solely because you’re a fool with an…infatuation, Tom. Get a hold of yourself.

With his mind clear once more, he tried to pry his eyes away from the sight Potter made soaked in dying daylight. Away from the way his skin tinted in the faded golds, pinks, and purples. Away from his deep look of concentration as he flipped to another page of their Transfiguration text. Away from the small frown and furrowed brow that Tom annoyingly found cute, of all things.

Away, until Tom’s gaze flickered right back, sighing as he traced each of Potter’s features over and over again. Never growing bored.

“You’re staring again, Riddle.”

Tom stiffened in alarm. Potter hadn’t even looked away from his book.

“I was thinking about pushing you out of the window.”

“Daydreaming won’t get you anywhere. Act on your ambitions.”

“Then who else would annoy me during my Prefect rounds?”

A smile coyly danced across Potter’s lips, “Hm, that’s true. You’d miss me too much.”

Tom’s heart nearly gave out.

“Miss you? Don’t make me laugh.”

“When have I ever aspired to amuse you, Riddle?”

“Your abysmal spell casting isn’t on purpose? My apologies, Potter, I had no idea.”

Potter’s eyes glanced at Tom, and he wondered if he should be concerned at the amount of delight in Potter’s gaze. But Tom quickly brushed that away. Of course, he should be concerned. There was no question.

“Admitting to watching me during class as well? My my, someone’s not in top form today.”

Tom’s jaw clenched as he willed away his…embarrassment. That searing urge to kill Potter was obviously what made his face burn. Nothing else.

Potter closed his book and stood from his seat on the window ledge, his steps barely made a sound as he closed the distance between them. He banished the text and placed his hands on either side of the armchair Tom sat in, trapping him.

Potter leaned forward, lips brushing against Tom’s ear and whispered in an obscenely low voice, “Like what you see?”

Tom had surely stopped breathing, his exercises the last thing on his mind. Not when Potter’s neck was so close to his mouth. Not when all Tom could do was think about sinking his teeth into the soft area where Potter’s throat ended, and shoulder began. Not when Tom craved for a glance at the expression Potter would make, for the sound he would produce if Tom were to go through with his desires.

“No.”

Tom’s reply was weak even to him.

Potter pulled back, his blank expression ruined by the curious tilt of his head. After a few tense moments, Potter completely removed himself from Tom’s space and frowned.

“Find me when you’re done being in denial,” was all Potter said as he walked out of the library.

Tom finally inhaled in a desperate, humiliating way.

When Tom Riddle met Harry Potter, his mind screamed Murder.

Architecture Students Reimagine Harry Potter 

Students of a 12 day course at the Melbourne School of Design were not sorted into houses, but they were assigned Gringotts Bank, Grimmauld Place, the Shrieking Shack and other fan favorites in the Harry Potter universe. their Harry Potter architecture models were laser cut from cardboard (ten house points), hand-modeled (forty house points), constructed in very little time (fifty points), and remind us of the truest magic of all (teamwork).

Students at the Melbourne School of Design had very few spells to work with in order to cast these gorgeously film-accurate 3D models. Students were given 1.0 mm and 0.6 mm boxboard to create their models from. They used trace paper — for windows and diffused lights — and LED lights and motors connected to Arduinos.

so um …YEAH. I  wanted to draw this for a long time, so here it is! I love my ability to see OTP in every single thing i watch or read  :^)

(I higly recommend you to watch “heathers the musical”!!)

Tom by coconutmango

commission by cynthiatedy 

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harrymort

Tags: AU-CD Voldemort-Wins in th Year, Drama, Sane Voldemort?, Mysterious Necklace, pre-Harrymort

Harry fingered the necklace he’d been forced to wear for the past two years. Courtesy of Voldemort way back in the graveyard, Harry had been wearing a small necklace that was filled with an unknown light. He’d been instructed to never tell anyone about it. Though according to the Dark Lord, no one would be able to remove it anyway.

Two years was the time he’d been given before the light would die out, and that was when Voldemort would take over the castle. Harry didn’t actually think Voldemort would do it, but there he was, hiding behind a two way mirror as Death Eaters scattered across the building, shouting orders at one another.

Dumbledore was dead and Harry had no clue what he was to do. Draco was trying to kill him but then he couldn’t, so Snape did instead. But Dumbledore was already old and unwell because of the curse on his hand, according to Voldemort anyway. The man had been whispering in Harry’s head all term, particularly interested in Harry’s newfound knowledge of his past.

Harry winced as the Carrow siblings dragged a few students out from a classroom in front of him and threw them to the floor in the corridor.

“What should we do to you?” the woman asked. He forgot her name, but her face was familiar enough. Hideous as well. “Perhaps my favourite curse would put you in line,” she told the quivering teenagers.

Harry closed his eyes just as the last light in his necklace flickered twice and he felt something cold wrap around his body.

“Hello, Harry,” a voice whispered in his ear.

He froze, realising who it was. Voldemort.

“Hmm, it seems that the Carrows need to be refreshed on the plan.”

The mirror shattered then, and Voldemort forced them both to step out into the corridor. Harry couldn’t flee because Voldemort had wrapped both arms around him, keeping him as close as physically possible.

The Death Eaters backed away and both Carrow siblings looked frightened.

“Alecto, Amycus, did I not say that the students were to remain unharmed?” Voldemort asked, voice incredibly low and dangerous. It made Harry shiver.

“Y-yes my lord,” the woman murmured, head bowed low while her brother fell to his knees, silently pleading for mercy.

“Come, Harry. Your light fades away, and my takeover is almost complete.”

Voldemort didn’t want to kill him for whatever reason. Harry had never learned why, though the man had been very insistent on still ‘having him’. He didn’t know what that meant, but it worried him.

Still, he didn’t want the students harmed. So maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“Don’t worry, my dear Keeper, no one will be hurt so long as they comply.”

That meant the Gryffindors would probably suffer a bit until they got the idea to shut up and stand still.

The first is the most common you see - The sarcastic, crooked, trouble maker smile. It’s lopsided and smirkish in all the wrong and right ways. His left eyebrow arches, his hair windswept and disheveled, and you suspect that this kid would set something on fire just because he can. It’s haughty and infuriating but exhilarating and roguish. It’s the thrill of sneaking out in the middle of night with hushed murmurs and bad intentions. It’s the smugness of doing something delightfully wrong and knowing you’re going to get away with it. It’s the smile you know you can’t trust but can’t resist.

The second is the less common, the genuine, and the still slightly crooked smile. It’s soft and it’s gentle, but it glows with a burning intensity. It’s the happiness of a lazy ocean and the comfort of a mother’s touch. It’s contentment in its purest form and warms you to the very core.

Percy’s neutral expression is a natural brooding look that he gets from Poseidon

That when he does smile it’s crooked and makes him look like a trouble maker

When he talks it’s usually very sarcastic and/or impertinent 

His inner monologue is actually very negative and while we, as the readers, take it as a joke he’s usually pretty pessimistic for a good portion of the time

That when he’s fighting his expression is fierce and is hard to tell whether he is the good guy or not

That Leo Valdez equated Percy’s angry expression to the feeling he gets when Jason is about to shoot lightning. Let me repeat - just the look on Percy’s face when he’s angry was considered on par to Jason controlling flipping lightning

That he’s very very vindictive and loyal only to those he considers his friends and once you lose his trust it is nearly impossible to earn back 

That while he had the curse of achilles, he laughed crazily while he was single handedly destroying hordes of monsters

He made an entire volcano erupt, awakened a giant, and almost wiped out the northwest of the united states

He tortured a godess just so she would feel his misery

That he’s actually very manipulative and it made Annabeth step back for a moment and reevaluate her perception of him

That while his dark side came to it’s peak in house of hades and wasn’t mentioned in blood of olympus, there was no confirmation that it suddenly and completely disappeared after they left Tartarus.

Has been the child of the prophecy twice.

He manipulated Bob to kill his own brother by simply convincing him that they were friends and that is what friends did for each other

He was physically abused by his step father

That with absolutely no training at all he killed the minotaur with it’s own horn at the mere age of twelve

He wins a good majority of his fights by simply outsmarting his opponent 

He has scared not only Annabeth but his friends and peers on more than one occasion with his attitude and powers

That he’s considered extremely powerful for a demigod and for a child of the big three and makes the gods slightly nervous

That when he’s upset his powers act to mimic his emotions without him even trying

Has been offered immortality

That he is actually really sorta intimidating without trying