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                   𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 all y’all ,  i’m  VIX ,   y’all can also call me  WHISKY !     

WELCOME   to my independent ,   private ,   slow as fuck ,   dash only ,  VOLDEMORT / TOM RIDDLE JR. blog .     

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*   RAUM     .             do you have a tendency to hoard anything ?   if so, what ? 

   no.     i do not ‘hoard’.       however i do tend to collect rare books,  and powerful items.    ...as well as art supplies.

*   LAMIA     .             how do you feel about children ?

   i  utterly despise them.    although,    they are quite the compelling subject when it comes to making people do what i want them to..

          TOM IS QUIET for a while,   almost pretending that he hasn’t heard the soft voice of the younger ravenclaw.    but his face betrays him by the narrowing of dark brows,  and faint twitching at the corner of his mouth   —   as if he’s trying to fight a smile.     theatrically heaving a sigh he directs a rather exasperated gaze at the petite blonde and shakes his head minutely in feigned bemusement.        ❝    ——   i guess  ”    he starts,  now smiling faintly,    ❝    that their hissing can hold a certain musical quality to it.     but in general, no,  a snake cannot sing.  ”

✍   .             what is your muse’s handwriting like ?   is it neat ?   sloppy ?   fancy ?

   i imagine it looks like a mix between these two.    like with everything else in his life tom takes care to seem better than he actually is,  and neat handwriting, alongside an extensive vocabulary, is a sign of good education. 

☺   .             what is your muse’s smile like ?   do they smile often ?

    usually it’s a wolfish,  predatory, arrogant smirk.    lest he needs to charm someone in which it can be wide, flirty and almost affectionately warm.     he doesn’t have the habit of going around randomly smiling, no,  but he doesn’t quite have a resting bitchface either.    more of a very, very faint upwards tilt of his lips.

⚡   .             how does your muse feel about storms ?   are they afraid of them, or do they calm them ?

   as a kid tom was actually afraid of storms,  but at the same time he constantly wished for lighting to strike the orphanage and burn it to the ground, along with all the matrons and kids there.        nowadays he relishes in being outside under the electricity charged sky and just feel the energy at work.   if he is able, he will actually be flying.

                                HE’S JUST OUT OF HOGWARTS,  it’s been a few weeks only since he graduated with outstanding NEWT’s,  and tom is currently sitting by the window of his newly acquired flat in diagon alley.  at his desk is several outwritten journals,  and even more leaves of parchment   –    used and unused,  some filled with scribbles and others with sketches.   this is the most messy that the flat is,  the other parts, although rather sparsely furnished,  are surprisingly pristine.     the black cat is back again.    sitting just shy of the window,   in that one spot where the sun seem to stay almost the entire day,  and the half blood is not sure whether to be amused or annoyed at its persistence.     dark head bends over parchment again,  as ink tries to capture the elegance of the feline.   well,  it is an inspiration, that’s for sure.          ❝  well,  persistent you are,  i’ll give you that.   ”     he mutters half-heartedly,  with a bemused expression.     ❝   can’t really decide whether to feed you to nagini,  or feed you.    what do you reckon ?   ”    he’s never really liked animals,  save for snakes,   but this cat is actually growing on him. 

*   LUCIFER     .            what are you most proud of ?

   my ambition.

*   BATIBAT    .             talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had ?

   hmm..  i think no.      (   aka,  give me time i need to figure this one out.  )

*   ABADDON    .             what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy ?

   harry potter.    the boy lived to be quite the nuisance.      him,  his mudblood friend, and the entire family of bloodtraitors…  then there was albus dumbledore,  and that pesky ‘order’ of his, of course.   however,  I never wanted to actually destroy the school,  it is an important part of our heritage after all     ----    even though it does seem to need some upgrades,  changes in staff and subjects.

Your dominant hues are green and yellow.     There's no doubt about the fact that you think with your head, but you don't want to be seen as boring and want people to know about your adventurous streak now and again. Your saturation level is higher than average.    You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen. Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.

                                  DARK HEAD IS BENT over parchment,  quill scribbling feverishly,   occasional glance to check something or other from one of the three books spread out across the table in front of him.     the candles in the library is burning low,   signaling that it is in fact nearing curfew, and tom HAS TO finish this essay before then.    on the other side of the table is luna,  a rather comforting presence in this different time.     the silver raven is rather adorable,  and tom feels calmer around her,  her voice drifting through the haze homework seems to wrap him in.    usually he can block it out,  fire off a few off-hand comments  every now and then.    only this time his head snap upwards to direct a rather confused glare at her,  dark brows narrowing.        ❝  er …..  i beg you pardon ?  ”

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                                ❝   SEVERUS.   ”     the despot’s voice is but a low hiss as scarlet snake’s eyes regard the other with boredom.         ❝    rise.     i trust you bring me good news ?   ”    skeletal hand idly twirls his pale wand between almost unnaturally long fingers,  as if itching to use it against  something.