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harry potter gentlemen: tom marvolo riddle
no, harry; i fashioned myself a new name, a name i knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when i had become the greatest sorcerer in the worldâŚÂ Â
âAnd I, who could devastate, burn a thousand hells; chose to burn in you.â
â Channing H.M. In Letters to Helaena
based on a true story
I donât think Fortnite is to blame for kids nowadays not readingâŚ
Thatâs the joke. Itâs the authoritarian overbearing parent.
He was being sarcastic lol
Reminded me of these
That violin one hit close to home.
I remember doing homework once, asked my grandmother if she was proud of me. âDo some thing for me to be proud of.â That hurt.
Lost & Not Found (14)
ââ Tom having twins and in the first chapter pansy his assistant loses them only to be found with Harry. Then he offers him a job to be their nanny / caretaker. And itâs on ao3. ââ [ FOUND The Riddle Twinsâ Male Nanny by Caesarion - this work has been taken down! ]
ââ Harry goes back in time or something. I donât remember much but I know that in the first chapter Voldemort tried to get the dada position but Dumbledore said no and then he goes out and sees Harry crying by the lake. He then gets obsessed. I know at one point he burns a village to the ground and makes the survivors sign over their homes so he could find Harryâs home. ââ [ FOUND I Waited For You, In The Shadows of Time by Absentdementia ]
ââ Harry goes to kill voldemort in a catsuit but they end up having sex. ââ [ FOUND Catullus 16 by eldritcher - this work has been taken down! ]
ââ Harry killed lily as a toddler (and some other people, too, i think). he gets placed in some type of institute where he meets dr. riddle. it was a one-shot and around 2,000 words. ââ [ FOUND Tiny Vessels by rightonthelimit ]
ââ Its a modern with no magic au. Harry is in university, and meets Tom outside it somehow. I think tom is like, leaning on some car. They end up dating and stuff, I think Tom is involved in the mafia and is said to have red eyes. ââ
ââ Tom is alive(I donât remember if he wins or not) and he trains Harry for the Triwizard tournament. I donât remember a lot but I thinks he poses under a false name(as a reporter?) to get Fleur, Cedric and Viktorâs support and I think Fleurâs grandmother realizes who he is (?) ââ [ FOUND In Willing Sacrifice by GeMerope ]
ââ It was a modern au where Tom stalked Harry when they were kids and got arrested for it, but then years later heâs still doing it and they both have a crush on each other. (Also James Potter is a cop and hates Tomâs guts I think?) ââ [ FOUND Loverâs Spit by Amelinda, k3u - this work has been taken down! ]
ââ Harry has a child with Voldemort after he has been captured and held captive at Malfoy Manor? It was not done willingly by either but due to a strange connection both of them have towards the other. I remember Harry telling the order and his friends that heâs pregnant after he escapes and is forced to go to the hospital wing after days of being sick. Everyone thinks heâs been raped by a death eater. He hidden from the war in a house where he gives birth to his baby. ââ [ FOUND Meant To Be by phoenoxmaiden13 ]
ââ Harry is terrible at normal spells, but good at willing magic to do whatever. He even stops time during a duel with Malfoy. Tom Riddle is a prof at Hogwarts and trains him after this. Harry ends up being not quite a creature, but magic itself or something. ââ [ FOUND Canât Break the Silence by Dark_Cyan_Star ]
ââ it was a kind of organised crime muggle au thing where the police are looking for tom(the boss) and harry offers to give them information. there was a lot of flashbacks etc cause harry used to go out w tom but tom isnât in the present day bit so far. i think they met when harry was working in tesco as a teenager and had a broken arm(i think?) and tom saw that he was abused etc and started looking out for him. ââ [ FOUND not to die, but to be wasted by noaacat ]
ââ it was a fem Harry x Tom riddle (I think he called himself duke/king marvolo) where Harry somehow goes back in time in a different universe and meet up with that universes potters, marvolo is bringing a gift to Harry during her cousin/brothers bday to court her Harry the cousin/brother and the father is against it but the mother is all for it. ââ
ââ Tom and Harry are racing on sea dragons (maybe in a dream) and then Tom gifts Harry a golden sea dragon bracelet afterwards. ââ [ FOUND In Somno Veritas by ansketil, ladyoflilacs ]

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Yâall ever become aware of the fact that youâre being replaced?
And Iâm not talking about how youâre jumping to conclusions based upon circumstantial evidence. I mean you literally were being replaced.
I have bad anxiety and Iâve gone through the whole convincing myself I was being replaced thing, many times. But one time it was very real. And every other episode I had after it, was worse after obtaining personal experience.
It happened in my Junior year of HS. This family from Arizona was visiting the church for a month. Father, Mother, Son, Daughter, Toddler, Baby. The teen daughter was 15, my age. She was like a clone of me.Â
5â˛10âł.Â
Brunette.Â
Long, straightened hair.Â
Brown eyes.Â
A fringe.Â
Interest in wearing ankle-length jean skirts with t-shirts all the time.Â
Large jean purse to carry everything possible needed in it.Â
Glasses.Â
There was only one big difference between us. She was thin and pretty. Essentially, the better version of me.
And the teens went ape over her and her older brother. New teenagers to hang with at Youth Group and stuff. I didnât take note of any changes at first. The first week she was just there at service and Youth Group on Friday night. That was it.
And then came Sunday. Pastor found out over the weekend that she too was a pianist. I walked into the auditorium after Sunday School to begin opening the service as usual, and found her playing. And she had to inform me, the church pianist, that she would be taking over for the rest of the monthâs services. I was then stuck sitting in the back of the church.
All of my friends began talking to about her constantly. She visited the school during the week at lunch time, and everyone went to hang out with her and her brother, while I was stuck inside, practicing the piano because I was still the church pianist and âthis was what God called me to doâ and I had to learn all the hymns in preparation for the following years. I âhad to give my talents to God and be thankfulâ. I was also poor so I couldnât walk down to the nearby pizza shop and order with everyone else anyway. I never ate lunch in school and just spent my lunch period practicing piano with permission from the Pastor. Half the time my friends would join me and weâd just talk while I practiced.
She played for service on Wednesday night. During Prayer Meeting everyone sang her praises for her talent and how beautiful she was.
I was supposed to be picked up on Thursday night for Soul Winning. The person conducting the rides, never picked me up. I had called him to remind him that I was going and he forgot. Turned out I was forgotten because I lived all the way on the other side of the city and no one else from the church lived near me. And since no one else had to be picked up, and heâd met up with the new girl and her brother at church that afternoon, his attention had been focused on them. I got in trouble for missing Soul Winning when it wasnât even my fault.
I was told there was no Youth Group Friday night because no one had anything planned. It was too last minute to set something up. So oh well.
I got forgotten again, for Bus Ministry on Saturday. Again, only me on my side of the city and the new family had distracted people again. Pastor himself had to drive all the way over mid-route and pick me up. He wasnât happy about it.
Sunday services came and went. She played again.Â
Monday morning rolls around and I meet up with the boy who had a crush on me while we were coming into homeroom. Heâs talking my ear off about Youth Group on Friday and how they had played kickball, soccer, volleyball with balloons, and then had a water balloon fight and a pizza party followed by Man Hunt later in the evening. And I remember walking into class while he talked, and sitting down beside him in my seat. The rest of the class arrived while he was going on about how great the pizza had been and then he turns to me and asks, âWhy didnât you want to go?â
And, as pleasantly as I could manage while practically seething inside, I said, âI was told there wasnât a YG on Friday because nothing was planned. No one invited me to this last minute get together.â But apparently everyone else in class had been aware of it all week, and had gone, and suddenly the whole room was filled with an awkward silence and guilty looks as people who were supposed to be my friends, realized theyâd left me out. And my teacher, who had been my fav and vice versa, criticized everyone for not inviting me and then went to the Youth Group Director with a complaint about it.
I was given a half-assed apology about how somehow the idea got around that I had refused to go but no one could fess up about who came up with where my supposed refusal came from.
New girl visits during lunch again all week. I canât go to lunch as usual. Plays on Wednesday. I got forgotten for Soul Winning on Thursday. Got invited to YG on Friday and went, but kept getting forgotten when it came time to pick teams, to dish out food(there was none left when I got to it). They even forgot to let me get in the van when we were supposed to go home. It was a mess.
A whole month of this.
And on that last Saturday, there was a big sleepover for the girls at the YG Directorâs house as a final goodbye to the new girl. It had been talked about all week. Invites went out and everything and if you were going, you had to call and set up a ride and what snack you were bringing.
I didnât get an invite. Every other girl in my class did though. And the YG Directorâs daughter was one of my friends in my class.
And after Sunday morning, the family went back to Arizona and their own church.
I was suddenly hounded by Pastorâs wife after service, over why I didnât go to the sleepover. Apparently new girl felt like I was being mean to her and avoiding her and I made her feel left out even though weâd spoken only a few times and she got invited to all functions and took my literal job? And I told the woman I didnât get an invitation like everyone else did. That you canât just invite yourself to places, because itâs rude. That I figured people didnât want me around their kids because I did something wrong. I didnât even know what the invites looked like, just that I didnât get one and everyone else did and kept talking about how excited they were.
And she had no idea what to say to that. She just stood there looking guilty since she was the one to help set everything up.
I proceeded to be bitchy in my own way. On Wednesday night, I didnât rush to open the service. I was downstairs helping out in the nursery, being a good and generous person. Suddenly, an usher comes down to get me. They need the church pianist up there pronto. I mentioned the new girl and feigned the knowledge that sheâd gone back to Arizona already. I said I thought she was supposed to be playing still. The usher was suddenly very awkward around me.
The situation put into perspective that I was replaceable. None of my friends called me during the familyâs month-long visit. We barely got to talk at all outside of class times because the girl visited every day to hang out at lunch with them. And then extra activities were taken up by her presence too.
She was the version of me everyone wanted me to be it seemed. She even knew ASL too.
Only Jai seemed to realize what had happened. She apologized and told me sheâd been forced by her super Christian, ass-kissing mom to go to everything in hopes of the new girl rubbing off on her and maybe make her stop being a rebel who had break every rule the church set up. Spoiler: that plan failed.
It really sucks to be made aware of how unimportant you are to people.
Oh! And I was informed by Jai that new girl was the one who told everybody I said I didnât want to go to the Pizza Party Youth Group activity that I didnât even know about. So Iâm not saying she was trying to get me cut off from everyone butâŚ
This.
This is awful.
This is also something that can come from any angle. Family, friends, classmates, and strangers. And most of the time, they donât even realize theyâre leaving you behind. Thatâs kind of the worst part, because you realize they donât care enough to notice.
Exactly! Like, I get that Iâm pretty boring and easy to forget, because in the church it was best to follow along as you are told so you donât get targeted, but come on! Even just a little acknowledgement would have been nice.
I was always the person walking behind the group on the sidewalk. I was always the last to be picked for anything. I was always the one who ended up sitting alone somewhere because I didnât fit into specific smaller groups. Like being too poor to go to lunch with everyone. Being too depressed to be energetic like others. Living too far away from every other student.
And trying not to let people know how unhappy you are about it because theyâll start saying itâs your fault youâre never included.
âAnd trying not to let people know how unhappy you are about it because theyâll start saying itâs your fault youâre never included.â
God, that hits home. All the âjust lighten upâ and âwell if you tried being nicerâ and âstop being immatureâ just, no.
And then people wonder.
They wonder why, after watching friends leave so often, you donât really try to hold on to them.
They wonder why, after being left out of a group that you helped create, you donât like group activities and work better by yourself, and dislike having to rely on people.
They wonder why, after seeing how easy it is to be forgotten, you donât bother yourself with starting conversations and friendships and anything because honestly, itâs easier to be alone when you arenât even noticed to begin with.
And sometimes itâs not even getting replaced, itâs the sudden undeniable realization that while you thought you were good friends, were sure that these people valued you as much as you valued them, they did not feel even a little bit of that for you. You were just a âchurch friendâ or a âschool friendâ. Someone with an amiable but ultimately shallow connection.
Realizing it hurts like a knife in the heart, and you canât unknow it, unsee it. You never mattered to these people.
The only thing you can do is walk away, it hurts so much. And it hurts even more knowing that it doesnât hurt them at all. They will never understand. You were just, so ans so, that girl who suddenly stopped coming to church or club meetings, if they even gave it that much thought.
I had a step sister who made it her mission to meet any and all of my friends, and then try her damndest to exculde me and make me feel left out. She did it with every friend of mine she ever met. Except Two. And those two are still dear to my heart even though we are grown and dont have much time. That showed me who my true friends were. And honestly, it took me quite a while to realise it. I always got so hurt by it, but two people are the only ones who stood by my side and assured me that my friendship to them mattered. Why do people even try to do this? Like in the story the girl lied and said the girl didnt want to come. My step sister did many things just like that to manipulate my âfriendsâ veiws of me. In the end it was a learning experience.
I also love the situation where your parents/figure that is supposed to cherish you/family deny the very fact you have depression/enxiety/suicidal tendencies(didnât try, but damn I was so close too many times ), actively deny the fact and call you lazy/ungratefyl/rebelious/derogatory names (when I had a brakedown my mother called me a piece of shit in my face + screames for nearly an hour after which I locked myself in my room and had a panic attack, yay), but then few years later are so fucking surprised you fail at something (hint hint: college, still strugling to actually attend and not break down like I did twice already), tell how disappointed they are, how much money they spend on you, complain why you are not like *random person known by them that is succesfull*.
Like I am trying to get a job for summer break and on of my motherâs friends is helping me out with language, but I had a down time again and failed to write to her. Then my mother calls me few days later furious that I didnât email that person, but doesnât give a fuck why I failed to do that. Doesnât ask, talks over me ignoring anything I have to say. Then she jumps with this shit :
â You will apologize to ****! I wonât make any excuses for you! You should have done it last week! If you want to end up like your ***[person that lives on her own and alone because of their own choice-notice that] then I want you out my house! [constant threat when I fail at anything since I can remember] You will write to *** and do it now! *** had a depression for a long time and you are stressing her! ***had a really rough few years and still tends to feel bad! â
Part of the convo. The very fact she tried to dismiss my position in favour of that person was truly great. Notice the sarcasm. I had really fun time trying to calm down and not hyperventilate in the middle of street. I personalny know that person. She knows I have problem like she does and had no problem with my time slip. I apologized, because it is proper.
To be honest I was pissed. And a lot of people do that. They ignore or deny the fact you are ill, because it is and illness. I had random people concerned more about my health than my family members. I am not on meds, through I should be and the fact I am excluded and replaced by a strager that has the very same problem as me, because they are sucessful is a stab to the gut and psyche. You are replaced by some one else, because they figured out how to live and fight for themselves, have support and achieved what they wanted/needed. Replaced by some one who is a copy of you in some way that is acceptable for others.
Sorry for any mistakes, on phone here. Didnât mean to go off like that. Hope you donât mind.
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Harry, half dressed in quidditch gear: Has anyone seen my top?
Fred: Tom's at the library.
her hair and lips change to the color of your blog
i just wanna see it
oh my god this looks so sick on my blog
DEAR GOD MINE TO!
Sorry, I had to see this.
Mimic Octopus has had enough of Dancing Crabâs shenanigans
darn dancing crabs and their jazz crab hands
âHELLO MY BABY HELLO MY H-â âNOâ
i cant control my hand suddenly
NEED
@batchygyo I want like a full-blown story devoted to these two
âŚ.forget it Iâm making one
>(Pardon the accidental dress design inconsistencies with the picture, I can edit it if you want)
She sat at the table with wild stripes covering her dress, her hair in a proper bun, her red nails deliberately long and clawlike. Her appearance was imposingâon purpose.
He didnât give a care. He came up so suddenly she started out of her seat, nearly knocking over her chair. Her once slender dress flared upward, caught in the wind, revealing beautiful glimmering ebony round the corset. She was like a raven in startled flight.
âCare fer'a dance, madame?â His voice was too loud, but he didnât notice.
âIâŚI say!!â She flustered to recollect her intimidating facade. She fixed her dress up to show just the stripes, while also looking for an exit to storm out of. âI am not in the mood to find a date. I am merely present at this event to watch my friend perform in ten minutes.â
âAww, Iâm not lookinâ fer'a date, madame,â he countered with an animated humility. âIâm just lookinâ to have a dance. Just with anybody. Yâ look like youâd be great at it!â He displayed some of his movesâenergetic, if a little flamboyant. He seemed to slide across the floor. âSure yerâ friendâd appreciate some lively show of appreciation fer his âer her playing, eh??â
She considered. A gust of air from a distant door opening and closing caught her scarf, momentarily revealing dazzling leopard print. She thought about her passion for dancing, though she had planned on completing her class before dancing professionally, let alone at a big event like this. StillâŚhe seemed a good, if unorthodox match. And her feet were already catching fire.
âOne dance..?â
âJust the one,â he chirped, âanâ Iâll be right outta yer hair!â
She offered her hand tentatively.
He bowed low and gave the hand a surprisingly gentle, polite kiss.
She knew right thenâŚup to this point,
This would be the best night of her life.
âDanny Singcrabb,â he introduced himself. âPleasure to meet you, madame.â
âMimi Koktopolis,â she returned with a little smile. âThe pleasure is mine.â
AH!!! I AM SO GLAD I WENT THROUGH THE REBLOGS!!!!

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"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...."
 "Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban."
From: When in Rome by the amazing XblackcatwidowX if you havenât read it, read it now.
Harry: *at Tomâs funeral* Can I have a moment alone with him?
Draco: Yeah, whatever. *leaves*
Harry: *leaning over Tomâs open coffin* Now listen, asshole, I know youâre not really dead.
Tom: No shit, bitch.
Once again, from the amazing ObsidianPenâs No Glory.Â
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Be careful who you trust, the devil was once an angel
Spring is here and so are sign-ups! As a new summer approaches, so does another round of the Tomarry Big Bang. Last year saw an astonishing amount of talent come together to celebrate the Tom and Harry pairing, so letâs make sure to reblog this post and make this year even better!
For anyone new to the event, hereâs a short and sweet explanation of what itâs all about. (And for something more in-depth, try give the âAboutâ page a look.)
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