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modern au professor voldemort is so funny to me.
he would host a zoom meeting and occasionally, the students hear screaming in the background and voldemort just makes a morbid joke or two out of it, but it's literally just bellatrix torturing someone in his basement.
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harry in these travel time fics hahsjeekm
Also, first EVER animation, hopefully it's not that bad :,,,)
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abarat, pt. 1.
dialogue prompts from abarat by clive barker.
- would you prefer it if the world didn't care?
- we live in the most boring town in the country.
- i can't find anything worth writing about.
- you've got a little morbid streak in you.
- all kinds of strange things happen at hotels.
- if you don't give people second chances, how are they ever going to change?
- there's the history that finds its way into the books, and the history that doesn't.
- take good notes. i don't have time to say anything twice.
- you get one life, and you'd better make the best of it.
- love can be the best thing in life, and it can be the worst. the absolute worst.
- i guess all of us are waiting for our ships to come in, some way or another.
- some of us live in hope, but you have to, don't you?
- why can't you be normal?
- i think you've got a touch of magic about you.
- it's not pleasant, but at least i understand it.
- we're going home.
- you're entirely too inquisitive.
- the less you know, the better for you.
- i take no pleasure in putting holes in living things.
- a promise isn't worth much, in my experience.
- you can't do this to me. you can't leave me here.
- wherever you go, i go.
- you may as well hear the truth.
- we don't have a lot of thieves. we don't have a lot to steal.
- some people you meet are too important to ever be forgotten.
- we'll meet again, i know we will.
- my mother just makes me feel empty.
- don't come in if you don't want to.
- i just thought you looked in need of a fire.
- if you wear those wet clothes much longer, you'll get phlegmatic.
- i'm not an angel. very far from it.
- this is the wrong place to look for mercy.
- were you spying on me?
- i'm sorry. i think it's better if you go.
- you have no idea what i'm talking about, do you?
- tell me. i can keep a secret.
- i don't believe in accidents. everything is working toward some greater purpose.
- i haven't had pleasant experiences, where love is concerned.
- i'll find a way. i always find a way.
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“My Lord . . . my Lord . . . ”
It was Bellatrix’s voice, and she spoke as if to a lover.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter 36 'The Flow in the Plan'.
Together until the end, whatever happens🖤
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abarat, pt. 2.
dialogue prompts from abarat by clive barker.
- i hope that wherever you are, it's somewhere you want to be.
- i'm sorry. i didn't want to intrude on your grief.
- we could be very useful to one another.
- i don't need protection.
- if you know me, you probably don't trust me.
- the only people i really trust are people with nothing left to lose.
- sometimes there's a light hidden at the heart of things.
- i don't want to frighten you off.
- it's not a job for those interested in living long lives.
- intelligence without love is an empty thing, i think.
- back where it all started. who would've thought?
- show yourself, will you? there's nothing i hate more than games of hide and seek.
- will you just stop staring at me? don't you know it's rude?
- you were lying to me. i can't bear liars.
- i've got an incurable disease that makes me lie.
- you really don't want to be on my bad side.
- you don't have to be frightened of me.
- i don't feel very lucky, at the moment.
- can i go now? i really don't have anything left to tell you.
- you changed my life. fancy that, huh?
- hot air, that's all you are.
- what is it the poet says? 'the mind cannot endure too much reality.'
- all you ever do is threaten people.
- i believe the more you talk of death and darkness, the closer it comes.
- don't blame yourself. it's a waste of energy.
- don't be nervous. i have faith in you.
- you don't have to prove anything.
- is there only room for one cook in this kitchen?
- in a tight squeeze, you find out you can do all kinds of things you didn't know you could do.
- we make a good team, you and me.
- what would i have to do that's more important than keeping you company?
- i don't know how you can be so forgiving.
- my first responsibility is to you.
- i should warn you that it isn't always safe, being around me.
- whatever you were back there, it's not what you are here.
- it's me. much changed, but in many ways the same.
- you'll have to make my peace with the truth, sooner or later.
- something's going to happen to me, isn't it?
- we'll find one another again. don't you worry about that.
- sometimes you need to let things strike your heart and not your head.
- you were as close to death as you could get, and still come back.
- you're here? you're alive?
- you're like a ghost, haunting your own house.
- i'm too old to sleep. i have no dreams left to dream.
- please. open your eyes.
- you don't love me, do you?
- of course you're here. where else would you be?
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Life is short
And pleasures few
And holed the ship
And drowned the crew
But o! But o!
How very blue
The sea is.
- Clive Barker (Abarat)
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@tmvoldemort asked: "Have you come to ruin my reputation?" Tom said not sure he cared why she had snuck into the boys dorm. "If so we might as well finish out project."
A small smirk plays on her lips as she leans against the banisters at the foot of his bed. She tilts her head to the side, "Which one?" She muses curiously, green hues wandering his form appreciably.
Tom started at her pouty lips. The soft gloss glittering on the lower one. How she gently sway towards him. "Mmm,"
His hand reaching for the side table where he kept his folder. Flipping through the loose leaf parchment papers. "Lady's choice, Potions essay or the History one?"
Doubting she break school rules to just do school work.
He crawl to the end of his bed chilled just being in his night clothes. The fabric worn and second hand.
When he moves toward her, she lets herself slip onto the foot of his bed. The brunette tucks her legs beneath her as she leans against the post of the bed.
"History," She answers quietly, glancing over to look at the clock.
Once he's close to her, though she leans forward to kiss him. She notices how his pajamas aren't in the best of conditions. She'll have to fix that.
"You feel cold," She whispers softly.
Her lips where warm and smooth. There was a aftertaste of berries on them. Leaving his own cool ones feeling waxy. What shocked Tom more wasn't the pleasing kiss but the fact that she did it. Boldly so.
They had always played the game. Skirting around the others boundries. Or had it just been him?
Tom stared at those lips.
"Mmm then warm me."
Tom leans in presses his lips to hers. The same softness and warmth only less tense. Feeling the edge of her jaw with his fingers. Letting his hand rise up and rake through her hair.
For the first time forgetting his school work.
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Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
Tom actually touching him was enough to finally make Harry gasp and close his eyes. He went nearly boneless, and he didn't see it coming at all before the hand closed over his throat. It took him two frantic breaths to realize his breathing wasn't actually restricted, and then he relaxed again as much as he was able while still being very aware of each beat of his own heart rushing blood to his cheeks and, uncomfortably, his groin.
He swallowed, and the press of his adams apple against Tom's palm didn't help the inappropriate arousal. "I'll help you, Tom, because you're my friend and you've helped me and I like you. But you're seventeen and not a lord and I'm not a medieval knight. I'm not calling you 'master.'" No matter how the very notion made his heart beat faster and left him wanting to squirm.
"Friend?" Tom crackled a smile. Amused by such a childish sentance. Didn't Harry know what was happening here.
Yet even Tom was confused by his own. How easily he was taking things further.
How warm the others skin felt compared to his own. How he liked the small tremble in the others tone. The humming under his hand as the other spoke. How he could see the others collar bone poking out. How a small freckle sat in the hallows.
The closer he lean into the more appealing that freckle looked. Feeling his own breath hit back off Harry's shoulder.
"I will be a great Lord some day. And you'll sing my proper name that day."
Tom lean down to the others collar bone before he paused. Unsure what he himself plan on doing.
He really doubted that, but maybe. Maybe after years of wearing him down, and of Tom building rank... maybe then he would give in and call him some ridiculous title. He didn't say that. He did open his eyes and, slower than he may have even thought possible, he lifted his hand to brush feather-light over Tom's back.
He touched him with his other hand too, almost as though he wasn't sure if he was allowed, nevermind that Tom's hand was still pressed firmly against his own neck. Then, something breaking within him, he surged forward and clutched desperately as the folds of Tom's robes, holding him close, for whatever it was he was about to do.
"Tom," he gasped, unsure what he was asking for. Then he tilted his head back and closed his eyes again, leaving himself even more vulnerable.
Harry's cry was like a breathless bird. A small whimpering animal under the palm of his hand. It stir there in Tom's loins. Like a sip of Fire whiskey settling in his gut.
"Come now."
Tom withdrew his hand, face flushed. Sensing he took his game in a whole new direction. One he wasn't sure how to play his hand in.
"No need for that. As you said we are friends."
The back of his hand brushing Harry's cheek. Feeling the others pleasing warmth. Enjoying it Enjoying the other signature scent. Having him lean in again, inhaling.
"You do trust me." He asks wondering if he trust himself at this moment. Both of them alone as he rests his lips upon the others temple.
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Tom Marvolo Riddle Aesthetic
@obscurebelief Growls some. "No one. I belong to no one!" He refused to accept he belonged to anyone again, he had fought so hard to be free.
Voldemort smiles. "The spirit in this one."
He side steps the others wand hand. Keeping close to the youth.
"You need a teacher, a mentor to show you the way. In the way Grindelwald could never."
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The Dark Lord head was bowed but dare a glance up at this goddess. A real one. Not a phoney low brow concept. A fable made to scare the silly to moral rightness. Or anicent tales as old as Magic themselves. But one lo and before him.
"This is the mortal world, Mistress. All creatures here obey the prey and predator laws."
Voldemort made the sign, her hand sign. Righting himself up on one knee. Careful to show his movements.
Wondering if he was a rare few who gain her kinds attention. Making his desire seem more justified.
"But it is not them who I came for. You will have all your servants when I depart."
The air stilled as the goddess fell silent. Studying the man - just a man in the grand scheme - before her, making decisions in that moment.
" I know of predator and prey. I have welcomed the prey and predator both into my arms. " Was there judgment in her voice? Pride? Humor? Something sharp lay at the corners of her words.
" ... Is that a threat? " A shush filled the temple, suffocating in its silence, " My followers are not your prey. No harm will befall them in my house. " Those half-hidden snickered, whispering praises of thanks to their goddess.
The Dark Lord bow at her insistance. Ignoring her still hidden followers.
"No."
A hand clutch near his chest. He was so close to the divine. Close to what he himself long for. All knowing, she who would know his path forward. But the power that hum off her made him jealous.
"I come seeking knowlage. A seeker only. Laying all his worldly skill and even his wand at your alter."
He kept his head hung. His breathing shorten with excitement.
Severus simper under Lily smile.
"You truly make me the happiess man on earth."
A thousand emotions burst out of him. He could run a mile. Jump on top of the golden fountain in the Ministry of Magic. But right at that moment he wanted to kiss her. To wrap his arms around her middle. Pulling her nearer to him. Feeling her truly in his embrace. Already burning as he was from under the touch of her hand. She scorch him through.
But Severus held frim.
No. Not yet. Not until he had her fully. Not till he place his mothers ring on her finger.
"They won't bother you now." Thinking of her future, an off hand comment, "Not when we're married. You'll see."
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Voldemort stood statue still. His eyes swept over the other.
"You reek of magic." His otherworldly voice broke the stale air.
"Anicent magic, how have you hidden yourself for so long?"
There was real interest now. As Voldemort took a step towards him. Inhaling deeply as if he could smell the sin of magic from his prey.
"How did I not find you before now?"
Q momentarily wished he had dogs instead of cats - surely the large, teethed creatures would be more useful for intruders - but he had a feeling nothing would have deterred the man in front of him. If he even was really a man.
"I-I'm sorry... I have no idea w-what you're talking about. Magic... Doesn't exist. P-please can you just wait here for a minute?" Of course, the British mentality was to be as polite as possible to the possible escaped psychiatric patient in his house and go to call the police.
He really should have pressed his emergency alarm as soon as he's realised there was an intruder but he had no idea what he was dealing with.
The slits in his face twitch as if smelling something sour. Something off about the other man.
"Tainted by filth." He spoke mainly to himself, "But that is fine. It can be dealt with."
Realizing the other was speaking. The shaking in his leg said that he was ready to run, to jump into action. Be it to fight or flee out the window. Lord Voldemort was sure the other was still transfix by the wizard in front of him.
"Sadly we haven't a moment. The Ministry has been looking for you as well."
He slowly advance towards the other. "Seeing as Lord Voldemort is the jealous sort you and your anicent magic will have to come with me."
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@tmvoldemort asked: "Have you come to ruin my reputation?" Tom said not sure he cared why she had snuck into the boys dorm. "If so we might as well finish out project."
A small smirk plays on her lips as she leans against the banisters at the foot of his bed. She tilts her head to the side, "Which one?" She muses curiously, green hues wandering his form appreciably.
Tom started at her pouty lips. The soft gloss glittering on the lower one. How she gently sway towards him. "Mmm,"
His hand reaching for the side table where he kept his folder. Flipping through the loose leaf parchment papers. "Lady's choice, Potions essay or the History one?"
Doubting she break school rules to just do school work.
He crawl to the end of his bed chilled just being in his night clothes. The fabric worn and second hand.
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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.