𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒈

|| She/Her || INFP-T || Slytherinclaw ||

[dinoplantsghost]

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎𓂃.₊̣̇.🖋

DinoPlantsGhost || Dino/Michelle || She/Her

18 || Asexual/Aegosexual

Future Architecture Major (B.Arch) || Violinist || [dying] writer & artist

Status: HIATUS/UNDER CONSTRUCTION -- focused on school

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮:

A trilogy project with a Tom Riddle/fem!OC pairing

Part One: Fire Starter -- In Progress (#ᴘᴡꜰ: ꜰɪʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ) Part Two: Burn -- TBA Part Three: Dwindling Ashes -- TBA

Other content includes:

Character Sheets (on pause) Playlists

Note: Other content is in the works. I'm most likely going to scrap the character sheets on here and replace them with a condensed version of them as a StrawPage -- which is currently in progress.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

I have ideas to start a tiktok page to get more traction, and I also want to post chapters on AO3. This project takes a lot out of me, and with all of my focus currently on school, I don't know how efficient this shift is going to be.

For more personal information, please visit my carrd or my alt account @dinoplants-alt

𝒮𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹, 𝒟𝒾𝓃𝑜𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒢𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉

Dividers: cafekitsune

[sunder-soul]

📚📚Fic Library 📚📚

UPDATED REGULARLY!

Welcome to the TMR Simp Pride Zone where we shamelessly daydream about Tom Riddle! All my fics come from 100% free-range, grass-fed prompts from fellow Tom Riddle Simps just like you and me. Feel free to submit your own prompts, and check out my Masterlist page for a more in-depth list of tags!

✨Multipart Fics✨

Jealousy A two-part minific based on a prompt about Tom getting super jealous over Reader, ends with a somewhat heated resolution ;) PART I ★ PART II

The Last of Your Rules Reader figures out a set of rules to survive navigating their FWB relationship with Tom Riddle, which goes great until he starts breaking them one by one. (Content warning: smut) PART I ★ PART II ★ PART III ★ PART IV

Nox You’re trapped in a closet with Tom Riddle playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. What happens in the dark, stays in the dark. (Content warning: smut) PART I ★ PART II

Mimicry “You’re going to destroy me,” he breathes, and his hand is at your throat, feather-light unlike the iron grip of his long fingers around your wrist. “You’re going to like it,” you whisper back, right against his lips. (Enemies to Lovers, Potions class rivals, jealous!Tom, all the good stuff…) (Content warning: smut) ☾⭒𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝℙ𝕆𝕊𝕋⭒☽ PART I ★ PART II ★ PART III ★ PART IV ★ PART V ★ PART VI ★ PART VII ★ PART VIII ★ PART IX ★ PART X ★ PART XI ★ PART XII ★ PART XIII ★ PART XIV ★ FINAL

white dove “If this is a game, then you’re playing too,” he says softly, stepping closer, “and if you’re playing too, then either one of us could be the winner.” You watch him closely. The man’s eyes are dark, beautiful, and alight as he looks back at you, the tension in the air impossible to mistake and suddenly you’re wondering if perhaps you can win this after all. “Or both of us,” you say delicately. (Content warning: smut) ❶·❷·❸·❹·❺·❻

Take a Bite The letter comes a week later, script like something off a fifteenth-century scroll written on smooth, cream-toned parchment in ink the colour of the sea water on a dark night. He’s asking if you’d like to watch again Julia next Friday. He says he promises it’ll only be for a few hours this time. He signs it T. M. Riddle. (Content warning: smut) ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟝 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟞 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟟

✨Oneshots✨

Palm-reading Touch-starved Tom pretending he’s not dying over physical contact from Hufflepuff Reader, much to Reader’s amusement.

Tom Riddle, Star Pupil and Child Protégé Super affectionate Hufflepuff Reader and Tom staunchly in denial that he fucking loves it.

A Lot of Blood for a Prank Tom finds Reader injured and helps in a very Tom way. Sort of implied dark!Tom, and Muggleborn Reader.

Dangerous Ball-of-sunshine Slytherin Reader encounters a hint of Tom’s dark side for the first time, but it doesn’t necessarily go how Tom expects.

Tactile Affectionate Reader stops touching Tom because he never reacts to it, and when he asks why they stopped things get very, very heated. (Content warning: smut)

Something Elegant A very beautiful boy walks into Muggle Reader’s bookstore and wants to buy something - but he doesn’t seem to know what. Reader is determined to crack the case, and best of all, the boy keeps coming back.

Consume Reader looks into Tom Riddle’s tea leaves on an unlucky day in Divination. Something looks back.

An Easy Mistake Tom keeps trying to be nice to Hufflepuff Reader, but somehow it always seems to go wrong…

Retribution After somebody tries to slip Tom a love potion to break up him and Ravenclaw Reader’s relationship, they get a little bit theatrical in response…

Spoken For You’re already spoken for when Tom Riddle asks you to Slughorn’s party, but luckily (or unluckily), Tom is hardly known to give up on anything he wants so easily. (Content warning: smut)

For Now A very fluffy, very smutty, very indulgent Tom Riddle one-shot, read at your own risk. (Content warning: smut).

Presence You give Tom Riddle a flower and it’s all downhill from there.

The Deal You’re stuck with the arrogant, charming Riddle at the ball and you can’t imagine anything worse. Riddle appears to be imagining something else entirely. (Content warning: smut).

Possession You have a very curious diary in your possession. Or then again, perhaps the diary possesses you.

Stranger He’s just a guy. He’s just some slightly pretentious stranger addicted to caffeine and routine just like every other regular at this place, you don’t even know his name, there’s no reason you should be nervous to take an order to him. No reason at all.

Nothing More “I’d kill for you,” he promises one night. This is the sort of untethered, unbridled, almost juvenile passion you’ve come to expect from him. 

Ink From The Well “We sit at the same desk,” he calls after you. When you looked over your shoulder he’s still standing there with a glint in his eyes that makes you suspect that he’s already put two-and-two together. “Though you already knew that,” Tom continues, head tilting back a little as he smiles.

Half the Fun You’re playing games with someone who is very, very used to winning.

✨Headcanons✨

Fluffy dating Tom HCs

Tom Riddle NSFW Alphabet

Possessive boyfriend Tom HCs

✨1k Followers Special! (each is a mini oneshot!)✨

🐕First Hufflepuff reader finds touch-starved Tom adorable and puppies are involved, I will not apologise.

🥇Second SMUT. Ravenclaw reader is Tom’s rival and a sarcastic shit and Tom finally gets sick of it.

🌲Third SMUT. Reader is Tom’s ex but clearly neither of them are over it.

📖Fourth KINDA SMUTTY. Tom is friends with sarcastic Ravenclaw reader and has a low-key freak out at physical contact.

🐍Fifth SMUT. Slytherin reader used to date Tom and a chance meeting in a certain girl’s bathroom late at night goes about how you’d expect…

💓Sixth Hufflepuff reader and touch-starved Tom wind up alone in a little alcove in the library, gratituous (slightly heated) fluff ensues…

🍽️Seventh You start a new job at a place called Wool’s Orphanage, and there’s a boy who lives here who seems a little… odd.

🩹Eighth Hufflepuff reader has a nasty encounter with a Bludger on the pitch. Tom is unhappy about it.

🌙Ninth Sarcastic Ravenclaw reader pries Tom away from his commitments outside, and it’s a very, very beautiful night.

💓Tenth SMUT. What, you don’t want Tom Riddle to eat you out in the Room of Requirement??? Possessive Tom, Slytherin reader, a decent dollop of fluff.

✨2k Followers Special!✨ (Sequel snippets!)

Artificial Ease ·Seven Devils· Fluffy awkwardness from when Tom and Marina were in Greece getting mistaken as a honeymooning couple. Gelato is involved.

✨Other✨

SEVEN DEVILS AO3║ff.net║wattpad (My magnum opus 200k Tom Riddle Redemption fic.) ★ Horcrux Healing ★ Time-travel ★ Muggle (SI) Main Character ★ Slow Burn ★ Dumbledore Critical ★ Diary!Tom ★

“Maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don’t have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it.” “You speak of remorse,” Dumbledore didn’t sound impressed. “If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done –” “Not Voldemort,” she interrupted. “Tom.” “You are suggesting that we use Voldemort’s first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle.” Dumbledore’s tone left much to be desired.

THE BURNT CHILD AO3║ff.net║wattpad ★ 1940s Era ★ Slowburn ★ Seer MC ★ Horror Elements ★

‘Well they say a burnt child loves the fire.’ The words sit there on the page and I wonder briefly, wildly, if he’ll recognise them. Surely not. But I can so clearly imagine him in his dorm reading them all the same, sitting on his bed, legs outstretched, diary on his lap, lonesome candle lighting his way. A moment later, his tidy script appears just beneath mine and my stomach twists in horror. ‘They say what fire does not destroy, it hardens.’ 

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

guys what sort've things do you think the knights of Walpurgis did at Hogwarts? i know the gist is 'they did cruel/nasty things that somehow didnt get traced back to them' but like...details?

[dinoplantsghost]

Reading up to the asks that ur getting abt all the hazing, I don't think my input will be as important when writing a realistic dynamic between the Knights of Walpurgis because I'm American, but I'll say whatever I have to say anyways because it might help.

When I was thinking of my KoW for my trilogy, I definitely wrote them way more progressive than they would be, so this is something to think about as u read this rant. I always viewed the KoW as this weird hodgepodge mess of a toxic found family striving to one-up each other so they don't get the brunt of Tom's nastiness when one of them fucks up. Realistically I think they would have no issue throwing each other under the bus when it comes to Tom—but for anything else? They'd absolutely create alibis for one another. My KoW has an inner circle—even though the entirety of the KoW would canonically be the inner circle once the group expanded into the DE but who gaf—and this should create an extra layer of secrecy and superiority. They'd like to think their positions are unique, but they are just as expendable as the average person within the Sacred Twenty-Eight. The KoW would exhibit such an interesting dependability towards Tom because of how insignificant their titles would be in the Sacred Twenty-Eight, especially if they're not the first born of their family.

The foundation of my KoW is built in promises that Tom proposed to them, and he took advantage of their insecurities concerning their nobility to solidify their loyalty. He's offering them a "sure-fire way" to immediate gratification and recognition from the Wizarding World.

I think a good resource to look at would be in The Secret History by Donna Tarrt—but only as a really vague understanding of how stuck-up individuals flock together. Like this group and this group ONLY would think that they're cool asf, when in reality they look like pathetic dorks who think they're all that.

[sashimj]

the purest form of magic AU (my hp infection AU)

i want to take a small break from Hogwarts Legacy and draw tom again lol

so, i’ve discovered some pony virus AUs and even Undertale analog horror series and got inspired to make a harry potter one! i believe someone has already done it, but i still want to make my own😋

this is the purest form of magic virus or a horcrux disease. it starts to affect one the moment they create their first horcrux.

after the first one is created, the disease starts to urge its victim to create another one and so on. the more you create—the more your body and mind get corrupted. the infected’s wand melts into their body to make them immune to disarmament and help the magic flow better. the wand is now a part of the body with its own growing muscle tissue, veins, and nerves. obviously, the disease makes its victim immortal by messing with their organs and filling them with magic to keep the system functioning.

the infected is obsessed with immortality and the concept of "pure magic" that can be achieved by making more horcruxes and filling one’s body with so much magic that the damage becomes irreparable and gives the infected the "ascension" they crave.

the patient zero probably was Herpo the Foul, but the most corrupted one was Tom Riddle, as the virus supported his already present obsession with immortality.

STILL KINDA RAW AND PLAIN but i tried. i probably made some mistakes canon wise but idc, i'm having fun🙃currently drawing how the diary horcrux would look like in this AU!

[tomriddledoll-deactivated202605]

Happy 99th birthday to this absolute loser🫶🏼

[voldemortcest]

hear me out…… enemies to lovers with tom riddle with both of you being in slytherin but you’re a pureblood who called him mudblood for the first time at the sorting ceremony and he never forgets it. you soon learn to deeply regret it though once tom learns he’s the heir of slytherin bc he’s ready to pay it back tenfold

[pigeon-post-office]

I am the architect of my own destruction

~Dearest regards Pigeon-post-office

[golden-biro]

Little play time to beat the January blues. Trying out some new brushes in procreate with my favourite grumpy (old) man.

[dulmetra]

«Gift Exchange» Happy Birthday, Tommy! 🎉🎁 Happy New Year, fandom! ✨🎆 (≧◡≦) ♡

[vanishonichka]

Tom Riddle

[yumeurl]

never forget that voldemort did all that just to die in normal human age and a decade of his life he's just spending as a spirit lmfaooo happy birthday loser <3

[loverssfevers]

Pushing it Down and Praying - Tom Riddle

Description: Tom Riddle can’t help but believe his girlfriend deserves better than the life he can give her.

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1.8K

Authors note: for the tom riddle girlies who believe tom would be alittle softer around someone he likes and also be as equally self sabotaging (aka me. its me who thinks that) Happy Birthday Tom Riddle and Happy New Year!

It had been a month since the club had broken into the ministry and stolen the documents they needed to plan their next move. Tom had spent weeks sorting through the files in the confines of his locked dorm room and sometimes…yours.

Your room was a-lot warmer during the winter, which was the perks of having money to pay for a larger, comfier room. Unlike Tom, you didn’t have to share a fireplace between four other roommates and keep your door open in the middle of the night (which he never did) for even the slightest touch of heat to waft into his room. Therefore Tom's room had remained the same cool temperature throughout the night and day. You had offered up your dorm to him to study, to hang out, to kiss… and though he claimed his appearances at your door were for two reasons. one; the warmth and two; he needed your help. He couldn’t deny the big factor that he liked you and after the heist at the ministry, he was worried about you.

In the group's attempt to run from the Ministries Aurors, you had been hit by a spell in the lower back. Though the outside was now just a bruise you still experienced a constant ache that made you nauseous and unable to stand for long periods of time. Without knowing what spell was used it was impossible to counter-curse it, making you ride out the waves of pain until it eventually disappeared, 2 and a half weeks after the date. However through those weeks you made your way from class to class acting as if nothing phased you to avoid alarming any teachers. You often held onto Tom to keep yourself up when you walked and he eagerly helped you make it out of eyes reach so you could rest. After all you are his right hand man, his partner.

Tom had been acquainted with you a year ago after being partnered as Slytherin prefects. Through your time together you formed a relationship and you were slowly integrated into his group… his plans and was proven to be an asset incomparable to anyone else.

Your mere attendance at meetings after your recovery sped up the preparations and now they waited for the ministries and Aurors next weak moment to strike.

But Tom's mind had been clouded with doubt, perhaps even fear of you being hurt again at the next heist. He thinks back to when he met you and how your life consisted of mundane activities… and now you were planning to steal… to do what others deemed wrong because of him. It didn’t sit right in his stomach, with the other members he knew their views and intentions but yours … you were doing it for him and your loyalty to him. Your love for him. Which equally terrified him and warmed him.

The moon hung above you both as you leaned against the castle wall looking out into the lake. You had just finished a meeting with the others and detoured the other way to be alone a little longer. Here you looked like lovers, enjoying each other's company in silence but in your heads you both thought of what was to come.

Tom's gaze is set on you. He watches as you close your eyes to take a breath of the night air. Sharp but fresh. The corner of your lip rises a little to smile. Tom sees you as the girl that's still in love with the world around her, how the wind is perfect to her despite the temperature, how she had a skip in her step when it was roast night at the great hall. Tom had seen the world be cruel, been starved, robbed of any last thing that was his. He found little joy in these things you did yet was glad you still saw them. To be the one to potentially take that away for his own sick selfish reasons made the words he was about to say easy.

“You don't belong here” Tom's voice is quiet. His sad, dead eyes that are always so eagerly analysing a room even when in conversation are now solely focused on you. The moonlit passageway paled your face as he witnessed the crack in your heart he just made. Your wide eyes dropped into something low, you looked at him with disappointment and hurt.

Your whole life felt like you didn’t belong. Not with your family, not with your old friends and now you were being told by Tom himself that you didn’t belong with the dark arts. Not with the club and definitely not with him.

“Where do I belong then?”

The tone of your words takes him back, you had of course been angry with him before. You had yelled at him with tears in your eyes, a crack in your voice and he had taken it like it was nothing. But you're not angry here, you're devastated to the point the words slip from your lips automated, no emotion, just empty. You want an answer but wont get one. A small breeze rushes against the castle's hallways making you both tense at the cold. Your hair very slightly moves in front of your face and Tom watches as you don’t even attempt to move them.

Using his fingers Tom brushes the stray hair from your face to behind your ear where his cold hand stays. Usually you would lean into it, take the little affection he gives you to your advantage but instead you're still. Tom realises the weight of his words, notices you can't read his mind, you didn’t know what he meant. He looks down for a moment to pick up his courage. He was good with words but the ones he wanted to say were different. He wasn’t leading the club into war or convincing Dumbledore he was in-fact studying in his room the night the Basilisk petrified muggle students for weeks… he was trying to say he cared for you enough that he couldn’t imagine seeing you hurt again and for some reason admitting that out-loud was terrifying.

“You, y/n, belong somewhere the sun never dies” he pauses caressing your hair as he thinks about all the places he can imagine you carefree and beautiful. “Somewhere the flowers grow all year around and your freckles darken in the light. Somewhere you can read your devilish books without being worried someone is looking over your shoulder” he hums smiling gently at the memory of you slamming your novel closed at his mere entry. “Somewhere you wake up everyday knowing you don't need to prove yourself worthy to your family or peers”

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. It comes out in a huff, loud enough to be heard between them and it sounds like pure relief. He wasn’t implying you didn’t fit in…he was implying that you deserved better than what this place gave.

“Tom…”

“Somewhere the darkness can never get you” he presses his lips together thinking of the amount of danger he put you through already. Even before the club or the chamber your reputation was dragged through the mud as you were stained by Tom Riddle's name.

“You scare that darkness away” you smile gently. Tom focuses on your glazed over eyes that look a darker shade in this light. you didn’t understand. How could you understand the gravity of the situation when he never fully let you in?

“No, no I bring it” he mutters as he shakes his head in disagreement. He moves his hand away from your hair but you catch him mid act holding his cold hand to your lips for a few seconds as silence hangs over you both. The beating of your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tom… you are more than you realise” you slowly lower your hands with his, holding onto him “You might be damaged but who isn’t? I’m not perfect I have cracks and pieces of me missing, yet you still think I deserve more than this life I was given’

The words don't mean much Tom. He knows who he is and what he plans to do.

“I need you to know I wish for you to have a quiet life too, away from the pain of your past. That's not how your life has to be”

He glances at you and for the first time he considers what life would be like if he didn’t go through with it. Would he enjoy the quiet life they painted in-front of each other in silver and gold? Could he grow to love the world the way it was than how he wanted it to be? He hesitates but he knows the answer. He couldn’t.

There's an ache in both your chests, one for longing and the other betrayal. You let go of Tom's hand gently and step a little closer inching your hand to his waist. He awakens from his thoughts and realises your gentle embrace. He welcomes it, holding you around the arms while yours slid around him completely.

It only takes a second for Tom to realise this is all they’ll be. He couldn’t let this go on any further and let himself get more attached. He was already scared every-time he heard a spell be thrown at someone who wasn’t him, thinking it was aimed at you; especially after the incident.

Every time he looks at you he remembers how he picked you from the Ministry floor with a shaking body and ran into the fire without even thinking of himself or the others. Though they had gotten what they went for, Tom sees how vulnerable his fear of losing you made him. It could ruin everything.

Tom needed to convince you this life wasn’t for you and to leave willingly, though he wasn’t sure that would happen. They were too well intertwined now. You had laid in his bed more times then he bothered to count and just by watching you dream he found himself hoping this was a view he’d have for a long time. He wasn’t convinced that was something he deserved yet but he knew what she did.

“You deserve to be loved” he breathes out against your hair

“I am loved” you reply.

Tom winces at the comment. He knows that you are loved, because he loves you. But the love he could give would never be enough to satisfy you. That's something he is well aware of and it pained him to know you were settling for less to be with him.

You would leave eventually and find someone much nicer that would fill in the gaps Tom couldn’t. He would watch knowing there's not one other person in the world who knows him like you do. But right now, in this passageway the other man doesn’t exist. The future is years away and the love in his fingertips and warmth he gave you was enough.

[dinoplantsghost]

Happy birthday to the whole reason I made this blog and the whole reason I downloaded Tumblr in the first place.

Tom Riddle is such a favorite loser of mine because while his brain is interesting to pick at I'm so fucking glad that mf was killed because in the end he started two wars with the intention of genocide and he nearly did so by the second war. He is a loser through and through.

I barely wrote anything for PwF this year and I honestly expected that because of my senior year. I feel really bad about it but I've been going really hard at this trilogy consistently for about a year in terms of posting and writing, so I'm glad I took a much needed break. Hopefully I get back into it and finish the first part of the trilogy strong by the time I graduate in May.

Happy New Year and Happy birthday to Tom Marvolo Riddle, you're a whole ass loser 🩶

[dinoplantsghost]

Happy birthday to Saoirse, my torture-obsessed daughter 💙 if you were alive today, you would be turning 99 this year in the big 2025

You would've loved watching Dexter, You, and you would've eaten up true crime podcasts 💙💙💙

[deadpoet-skull]

"There are such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious."

-Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[shakespearesdaughters]

[professor-winter]

ꜰᴏɢɢʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢꜱ