Horcrux creation💀

I don’t remember the exact year. When a liking turns into an obsession, it almost feels as though it has always been there… like something that has followed you your whole life, simply waiting for you to notice it.

At some point I looked through the thousands of notes I’ve saved and realized that I’d already developed an interest in Tomarrymort even before 2023. And I used to think 2024 was when it began. Back then I was already fascinated by Tom, and by extension by the consuming obsession and the intrusive (and inescapable) connection he had with Harry, beyond the simple narrative framework of hero and villain. Which requires a level of understanding beyond the way the characters themselves perceive each other. And that obsession pushed me to want to understand Harry Potter himself much more deeply.

I was already fond of Harry Potter as a character (arguably more than half the fandom), but my interest in him deepened even further… and, ironically enough, the starting point for that was Voldemort! And it feels fitting. Harry only becomes the Chosen One because of Voldemort, so the fact that my deeper appreciation for him began there feels perfectly aligned.

So that I may rise ascendant and greater than the day before.

This sentence is very important to me.

im sorry i said that i wanted to replace your tendons and muscles with thin spectral cords of myself so i could draw you up and pull you around like my puppet. in retrospect that was kind of a weird thing to say and most people don’t wanna get possessed or whatever. could i instead coil myself around you like snakes and move you how i want with more brute force? is that more normal

It always makes me cackle how fanon Tom Riddle is this thoroughly composed, stern, emotionless, stone-cold guy. Are we talking about the same Tom? This man is emotional as fuck. The reason he failed as a Dark Lord was because of how he reacted when his emotional state took a toll. The moment he would feel power threatening to slip from his fingers he’d react immediately, ready to personally face whoever and whatever, not even thinking of the consequences. Yes, this dude is evil, morally corrupted, insane, psychopathic, power-hungry, and emotional. He was more fond of instant gratification rather than strategically building a long-term empire purely because he craved power and influence so badly and so instantly he was willing to do whatever, whenever.

Also Christian Coulson’s facial expressions are super adorable, that little nose scrunch he does when he’s talking about murder and such? Just an angry little kitten.

I sent you omens and all kinds of signs please respond

Timo Ketola

HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE ハウルの動く城
2004, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

In our version it would be a race to see who poisons whom first.

Man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilisations without having explored his own labyrinth of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind doorways that he himself has sealed.

Stanisław Lem

When I think about it now, many of the conflicts I had with my family as a child revolved around their attempt to place me in an inferior position and discipline me from that premise. And I was a very communicative and restless child… hatred always loosened my tongue rather than silenced it. I had a habit of slipping away from whatever restraints were placed on me, one way or another. After years of frequent clashes with my mother (who has always had a very strong personality, but very little tolerance for frustration and depression) they eventually came to understand something quite simple: they were never going to succeed in doing that.

(first time doing praise kink) you are Useful

i’m undiagnosing everyone’s everything. congratulations we are all free

Ω 🔥Tomegamort Fest ‘26🔥 Ω

An Omega Tom | Omega Voldemort Tomarrymort Fest conceived by Bagel (houndsofheaven) and hosted by Mick (alexipharmic) & Cee. 

With a slip of my scent and a tilt of my head, you moan my name and fall beneath my spell.

Omegas can be submissive and demure, the more gracile of the three dynamic genders of alpha, beta, and omega.  They can be discriminated against, abused, and even enslaved.  But they can also be gifts to their pack - a fertile broodmare, a nurturing matriarch, an inciting treasure to be fought for - catered to, pampered, and beloved. 

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more deleted scene - some like it hot

Tom emerged from his shower to a steam-filled bathroom. The mirror was fully fogged, obstructing his view of himself, but he already had an idea of how he looked. His neck covered in faint marks, his hips lightly bruised with Harry’s hand prints, his arse cheeks a stinging shade of pink.

If he wasn’t already so sore and exhausted, he would have leveraged his libertine appearance for another good, hard fuck.

Licking his lips, Tom snatched a towel off of the rack and wrapped it around his waist. As tempting as it might be to strut into the bedroom unclothed, he didn’t think he could survive any more sex at the present.

Harry sat on the end of the bed, his back to the bathroom door. He was now dressed in sweatpants, his hair stuck up in damp spikes that dripped all over the bedding. Since Tom had claimed the first shower in the master bedroom, he must have used the guest bathroom attached to Tom’s guest room.

Tom paused to gauge Harry’s body language—half-lounging on the bed, a lazy look in his eyes—then opened the nearest dresser drawer, rifling through it for something to wear. He selected a large grey sweatshirt that thankfully lacked any offensive pictures or logos on it, and pulled it on over his head. The hem hung just low enough to preserve his modesty, so Tom stripped off his towel and dumped it onto the bed.

“I brushed my teeth,” Harry said with a grin. He held up his hand and made a come hither gesture.

Tom feigned ignorance. “So?”

“So…” Harry’s grin spread a little wider. “I thought we’d have a little French before we go to France.”

Tom scoffed. “You’re a brute.”

“You like my savage ways.” Harry rose from the bed and sidled up to Tom, slipping his hands around Tom’s waist. “And I like subjecting you to them.”

A/N: another slightly different opening i have now also scrapped

i see myself as a sort of “good wormtongue”, feeding constructive advice and affirmations to my sickly liege

my buddy says the craziest stuff when i make him plead for his life

The number of people who fall for the narrative of the genius (heir) who never finished university yet still succeeded exponentially in their field… And people often end up mistaking this discussion for an argument about credentials, as though the point were that intelligence only counts when validated by an academic degree lol.

The young woman’s micro-blog loads on your screen.

PERCEPTION [Trivial: Success] - This *is* an attractive one.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - It’s been too long. Your flesh craves hers.

SUGGESTION [Trivial: Success] - Slide into her DMs right now.

YOU - They’re closed.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Has that ever been a problem for us?

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] - Get in her ask-box instead.

YOU - What would I even say?

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - This one’s a *Communard*.

RHETORIC [Godly: Failure]

1. - “You’re hot as hell.”
2. - “Can I DM you?”
3. - “I’m not a fascist.”

Sometimes the excuse people use, pulling quotes from the books and presenting their own interpretation as if the mere act of citing a line automatically validates it as the “official” reading, is an extremely familiar pattern. It is the same rhetorical habit you see among religious fundamentalists who quote passages from the Bible and then use them to justify whatever behaviour or worldview they personally want to legitimize through a philosophy they already believe in.

At times it can also become intellectually dishonest, especially when their literary construction of the work itself already provides enough cues to show where an interpretation stops being an analysis of the material and turns instead into something more interpersonal, or into an attempt to use the text persuasively as a justification for one’s own emotions, without making that shift explicit to the reader. And now it serves more as an observation than as a judgment.

What is written in the Bible, for example, cannot function as an absolute script to be followed to the letter. Like any text, it exists within a historical and literary framework that requires hermeneutics. A work of that scale and complexity simply can’t encompass or anticipate every situation humanity would later encounter. Also recognizing that doesn’t diminish its importance as a historical document worthy of serious study. It simply means that the text itself cannot function as an infallible authority whose meaning emerges from overdetermined readings of isolated lines.

The same dynamic appears in some fandom discussions when people extract isolated quotes from the books and present them as if they were definitive statements of the author’s intent. A theorized interpretation, claiming authority it doesn’t hold. For the fundamentalist, it becomes “the word of God”; for the fandom doctrinaire, “the author’s intent.” In both cases, the literal text is treated as an infallible authority, and meaning is assumed to arise automatically rather than through critical analysis.

This is a text meant to complement a line of reasoning I’ve already laid out. (a brief note on the need for psychology and philosophy in nuanced literary analysis).

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i’m a hard t girly without deviation, and i have two reasons as for why.

the first is that - as i’ve expanded on a little here - there’s no way that a child from tom riddle’s background would ever have formally encountered the french language and its phonetic conventions, and there’s no way this would have been remedied at hogwarts, since the school doesn’t [appear to] teach modern languages.

but riddle could have taught himself [some] french from books, meaning he’d be able to read the language, but not necessarily speak - and certainly not correctly pronounce - it. that is, he wouldn’t realise the “t” in “mort” should be silent, and would pronounce his new name according to english phonetics.

this is a very neat distillation of who voldemort is. someone who would seek out the linguistic knowledge which many of his pureblood peers - who would very probably have been taught french as children by their governesses - had by virtue of their births to create the french-inspired moniker he uses to demonstrate his blood-supremacist importance, but who is restrained by his childhood and his class background from getting it completely right.

poor thing…

except the second reason - which is my preferred explanation - is that the hard t pronunciation is both deliberate and correct on voldemort’s part, because we aren’t supposed to think of “voldemort” as a french name at all.

there seems to be a fanon tendency to assume that many of the pureblood families we meet in canon have close, recent ties to france - that is, that they have french cousins or second cousins, own property in france, and speak french fluently as a native or heritage language.

and i do understand why this is, since many of the pureblood surnames we meet in canon - malfoy and lestrange being the most obvious examples - appear at first glance to be french.

but here we have something that i suspect gets lost in translation for readers outside of britain and ireland - which is why the fanon of purebloods having recent french heritage has developed - which is that these names are not [contemporary] french.

they are anglo-norman.

this is term which stems from the linguistic development which took place after england was invaded in 1066 by william the conqueror, a nobleman from normandy in northwestern france, who overthrew the reigning king - harold godwinson - and took the throne for himself.

harold and his people were speakers of old english - a germanic language, from the same language family from which dutch would emerge - while william spoke old norman - a romance language, from the same language family from which modern french and other langues d'oïl dialects would emerge.

the crashing together of two peoples, speaking languages from different linguistic families, resulted in the strange mongrel language anglo-norman, which gave way to middle english, and then to contemporary english - and it’s the direct cause of why english has such a broad vocabulary, with subtle distinctions between words with ostensibly similar meanings like “deer” and “venison”, “sheep” and “mutton”, “kingly” and “royal”, “ghost” and “spirit”, “hopelessness” and “despair”, “woods” and “forest”, and “thoughtful” and “pensive”, where other romance languages [french included] do not.

[a point which borges made far better than i do.]

to secure his position on the throne, william elevated his fellow norman conquerors to aristocratic status alongside - and often above - the existing anglo-saxon nobility.

these parvenu families had names which persist in britain today - baskerville, beaumont, clare, courtenay, d'arcy, de vere, devereux, gascoigne, harcout, lacey, latimer, lucy, mandeville, percy, purfoy, sinclair, vincent, and so on - including among families which continue to hold aristocratic titles, and among families who are not titled but who are nonetheless rich and socially prominent.

[the common joke that the royal family are, by the standards of the aristocracy, nouveau riche upstarts is because they have a germanic name - saxe-coburg-gotha - rather than an anglo-norman one.]

and within the world of harry potter, many of the pureblood [or recently pureblood] families we meet in canon have anglo-norman names which were historically aristocratic or gentry - avery, burke, crouch, fortescue, gaunt, lestrange, montague, sayre, travers, and so on. malfoy is a name jkr invented, but it conforms to the same principles - since, it should be noted, it’s a play on an existing anglo-norman noble surname, purfoy [which means “pure faith” where malfoy means “bad faith”].

so names like malfoy are intended by the text to communicate that the people holding them are from old, posh, and very probably wealthy families - but from families which are nonetheless supposed to be understood as historically and culturally british.

[although not necessarily english - burke is a name widely found in ireland, for example, due to ireland’s own anglo-norman colonisation.]

and one reason why these names are understood as british is linguistic - they’re not pronounced in english the way they would be in french, not because they’re being pronounced wrongly, but because they’re part of languages which have evolved separately over the course of a millennium.

[the best examples? beauchamp - pronounced “bee-cham” - and mainwaring - pronounced “manner-ring”.]

we say “malfoy”, rather than “malfoi”, and “lestrange” rather than “l'étrange” for this reason. and so we would - if we want to think of it as an anglo-norman, rather than a french, word - say “voldemort” rather than “voldemore”.

the canonical voldemort is, without a doubt, a sincere blood- and magic-supremacist. he genuinely believes that the malfoys and lestranges are superior to those with muggle blood [even if he doesn’t consider himself to fall under that category], and that this should give them social importance and power over the muggleborn and mixed-blood underclasses.

but what he isn’t is someone who is deferential to the wizarding world’s established class system, which assigns social importance and power on the basis of name, financial status, and adherence to social custom - since, of course, he is directly disadvantaged by this because he’s born “tom riddle” and he grew up in an orphanage, no matter the antiquity of his maternal line and the immensity of his magical talent.

blood purity and magical power is certainly a significant part of this class system. but we can draw out of the text that its significance is clearly not expressed in the way voldemort thinks it should be.

we see throughout the latter half of the canon series that voldemort loathes the death eaters - such as anglo-norman legend lucius malfoy - who pretended not to have served him post-1981. and we also know that what he particularly dislikes is the idea that these death eaters disavowed him in order to continue enjoying the comfortable lives the established class system afforded them, rather than committing to his clearly more radical vision for how power relations should work in the wizarding world by refusing to disavow him:

“Lucius, my slippery friend,” he whispered, halting before him. “I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. You are still ready to take the lead in a spot of Muggle-torture, I believe? Yet you never tried to find me, Lucius… Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay… but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master?”

a huge amount of voldemort’s relationship with the death eaters is based in his distaste for the esteem in which they hold the established class system. but, above and beyond this, it’s based in the pleasure he gains from mocking them for this esteem.

he squats in their houses, refusing to follow the social conventions expected of guests by commandeering their domestic space as he sees fit. he insults his hosts when in company. he emasculates the male head of the families he has insinuated his way into by behaving like he’s the person in charge of the household. he fucks at least one of their wives. he regards their children as his to do with as he wishes. he has no interest in manners or deportment or “correct” self-presentation and behaviour.

he makes them call him - a half-blood orphan who could never hope to outrank them in the system they revere - “my lord”, and bow to him, and kiss the hems of his robes, and debase themselves for his favour.

we know that - as a teenager - voldemort spent a huge amount of time researching wizarding genealogy. without a doubt, the etymology of wizarding names would have been mentioned by the books and documents he used to do this.

and so it stands to reason that - in becoming lord voldemort - tom riddle deliberately assumed a name he intended to be understood as having the same anglo-norman flavour as those of his pureblood servants. whether he knew how voldemort would be pronounced in modern french or not is irrelevant - even if the hard t comes from a poor boy’s ignorance of french phonetics, it doesn’t diminish the actual purpose of the name in the slightest…

because what calling himself lord voldemort signifies is his contempt for - and his mockery of - the death eaters. it takes something they’re so proud of - that their names indicate antiquity and nobility; that they are conferred social importance on the basis of their names alone - and shows that he considers both of these things singularly unimpressive.

why - it croons - would someone like lucius be so proud of bearing the malfoy name that he’d lie to the wizengamot and pretend he never prostrated himself at lord voldemort’s feet just so the family reputation didn’t have to take a hit?

why would he bother? when lord voldemort can invent a name which alludes to exactly the same linguistic principles whenever he likes and have it afforded infinitely more respect [so much respect that people literally fear to speak it!] than any of his servants’ names ever have been or ever will be.

a diva!

Head Auror Potter ⚡

i hate when things aren’t my business #whatisgoingon #dontleavemehanging #tellmesomethingplease

The psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness

There is something deeply rewarding (and self-rewarding) about talking to someone and being reminded, again and again, why I once “chose” them as someone close to me. There is a rarefied indulgence in leaving a conversation that is intimate yet rational, and rational in that particular way where your thinking keeps unfolding, where the exchange becomes both a dialogue with the other person and a sort of monologue with yourself. The future me may very well find himself in moments where the felt connection to someone I once chose feels severed, where I by habit begin to question it.. inevitably, in truth. But somehow I’m always drawn back to the reminder. There is a magnitude of function in it that feels rather exceptional (self-exceptional).