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[soulspliced]

PLOTTING  CALL.  like  /  reblog  this  for  me  to  jump  into  your  IMs !

[darthanckin]

Hero Fiennes Tiffin as Tom Riddle in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009) dir. David Yates

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partveelaa·:

@soulspliced  /  sc.

      her  brows  furrow  somewhat  as  she  takes  in  her  surroundings,  head  tilting  in  curiosity  as  she  runs  a  finger  along  a  shelf  edge.  “ i  think  i’m  in  the  wrong  place. ”  she  mused  aloud,  looking  around  for  someone  who  might  be  able  to  help  her  discover  where  she’d  ended  up.

the words catch tom’s attention  as  he’s  stocking  one  of  the  glass  cabinets.  carefully,  he  puts  the  vials  in  their  intended  places,  locking  the  cabinet  door  to  make  sure  no  little  or  unworthy  hands  grope  the  special  potions. ❝ you  are  definitely  in  the  wrong  place, ❞  tom  greets,  gaze  falling  upon  the  other  with  playful  amusement.  she  certainly  doesn’t  fit  with  the  usual  bunch  of  characters  they  get  in  store,  but  he  knows  everyone  who  walks  in  needs  something  they  stock  in  their  life  ( even  if   they  themselves  don’t  know  it  yet ),  and  he’ll  be  damned  if  he  lets  one  leave  without  making  a  sale.  ❝ but  since  you’re  here,  you  should  have  a  look  around.  we’ve  been  getting  interesting  items  in  all  week.  surely  something  will  catch  your  eye?  ❞

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geminirage‌:

MOUTH GAPE OPEN as she thinks of something witty to say. why not you, lizzie? words ring on her mind as she tries to come up with a good argument, but she comes with nothing. she is skilled and a slytherin and it doesn’t seem he trust anyone outside this house (full of blood purist mind you but they are loyal) and they gave lizzie a home outside of her own. “well, most people go for Josie.” sweet, gentle, caring Josie who would do anything for anyone if it meant staying on their good side. lizzie loves her twin but they couldn’t be anymore different. but one thing she knows for sure; most people prefer josie. (she too prefers her sister over her but she would never say it).

but she eyes down the book, content forbidden for the students and she knew she had to do it, out of sheer power of letting him know she could. let everyone know she wasn’t a coward, and curiosity was her biggest sin or, better, greed. she is always wanting to know more about witches, her own past and magic, magic that they don’t allow the school to teach because it was dangerous. not for them, but for humanity. the thing is, she doesn’t know she even cares about them outside her father. “you are a bad influence, tom. my father would shrink if he knew i’m hanging with you.” or doing your bidding. god. but if lizzie was known for one thing in the school was this; SHE IS ALWAYS FOLLOWING THE BAD IDEAS. a frown on her forehead last only a minute as she moves closer, taking a seat beside him, though leaving some room between them. dangerous.

and then, she clears her throat, a shrug over her shoulders as she leans over the book. “maybe just a peak. i mean, I did got into so much trouble for it.” maybe she could find something about her bloodline. but this wasn’t about her, it was about him. “why did you wanted it, anyway?”

tom was perhaps one of the few at school who didn’t care for josie.  not  that  he  cares  for  many,  but  certainly  not  the  twin  sister  of  his  present  company.  josie  is  weaker  willed,  a  stickler  for  the  rules,  and  tom  finds  it  difficult  to  trust  someone  who  so  easily  needs  the  approval  and  acceptance  of  her  peers.  lizzie,  on  the  other  hand,  has  a  backbone.  she’s  worth  having  on  his  side,  especially  with  all  he  plans  for  the  months  ahead.

arms  position  to  give  her  a  better  look  at  the  book,  tom’s  dark  gaze  washing  over  the  contents  on  the  introduction  page  but  not  truly  taking  them  in.  sure,  the  book  is  worth  having  in  his  posession  and  will  make  a  good  read  when  he’s  bored,  but  he  doesn’t  need  to  read  it.  it  was,  quite  simply,  a  test  of  lizzie’s  loyalty.  will  she  pass  by  risking  her  own  education  at  the  school  by  getting  him  the  book?  or  fail  by  standing  up  against  him  and  earning  his  contempt?  he  certainly  had  wondered  which  it  would  be,  but  with  her  beside  him  and  the  book  in  his  grasp,  there  is  now  no  doubt  of  her  fealty  to  him.

❝ i  wanted  it  to  satisfy  my  own  curiosity,  i  suppose. ❞  a  dangerously  wild  glance  is  directed  her  way,  searching  lizzie’s  expression  for  evidence  that  she  is  as  willing  to  pursue  this  forbidden  knowledge  as  he  is.  a  smile  pinches  at  his  lips,  thick  brows  rising  as  his  questions  direct  her  way,  ❝ i  take  it  you’re  down  for  reading  it  then?  or  you’d  have  told  me  to  piss  of  by  now. ❞  he  shuffles  his  position,  closing  the  intentional  gap  between  them  as  his  voice  lowers  to  a  whisper,  ❝ just  don’t  tell  your  father.  we  don’t  want  him  shrinking  himself  into  non-existence,  do  we? ❞ 

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1/∞  edits  of  tom.

[nimarchive]

THE BIG SLEEP by RAYMOND CHANDLER ┊SENTENCE MEME feel free to change pronouns/whathaveyou

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ Get on with you. You heard me. ❞ 

❝ You didn’t say anything. You’re just a big tease. ❞ 

❝ You’re cute. I’m cute too. ❞ 

❝ It’s too hot in here for a man with blood in his veins. ❞ 

❝ You may smoke, sir. I like the smell of tobacco. ❞ 

❝ A nice state of affairs when a man has to indulge his vices by proxy. ❞ 

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ I test very high on insubordination. ❞ 

❝ It was a ridiculous marriage of course, and it probably didn’t last a month, as a marriage. ❞ 

❝ Then she tried to sit in my lap. ❞ 

❝ Tall, aren’t you? Handsome too, and I bet you know it. ❞ 

❝ Do I have to be polite or can I just be natural? ❞

❝ Neither of them has any more moral sense than a cat. ❞ 

❝ Are you attempting to tell me my duties? ❞ 

❝ You’re not much of a gusher are you? ❞ 

❝ I don’t see what there is to be cagey about, and I don’t like your manners. ❞ 

❝ I didn’t ask to see you. You sent for me. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind you ritzing me or drinking your lunch out of a scotch bottle. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind your showing me your legs. They’re very swell legs and it’s a pleasure to make their acquaintance. ❞ 

❝ I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. ❞ 

❝ But don’t waste your time trying to cross-examine me. ❞ 

❝ People don’t talk like that to me. ❞ 

❝ My God, you are a big dark handsome brute! ❞ 

❝ I ought to throw a Buick at you. ❞ 

❝ I loathe masterful men, I simply loathe them. ❞ 

❝ Just what is it you’re afraid of? ❞ 

❝ Get out! Damn you, get out! ❞ 

❝ I see. You interest me. Rather vaguely. ❞ 

❝ As a matter of fact I’m not here. You’re just seeing things. ❞ 

❝ Tut tut. Come into my boudoir. ❞ 

❝ So you like roulette. You would. ❞ 

❝ I like you. You believe in miracles. ❞ 

❝ She has a beautiful little body, hasn’t she? You ought to see mine. ❞ 

❝ You’re as cold-blooded a beast as I ever met. ❞ 

❝ Oh, go to hell. ❞ 

❝ You know such lovely people. ❞ 

❝ Such a lot of guns around town and so few brains. ❞ 

❝ I don’t know hell’s first whisper about you. ❞ 

❝ You might be a life taker for all I know. ❞ 

❝ I’ve been shaking two nickels together for a month, trying to get them to mate. ❞ 

❝ You think you’re so smart and you’re so goddamned dumb. ❞ 

❝ I’m too tired to talk, too tired to eat, too tired to think. ❞ 

❝ Remember me? I met you about a hundred years ago – or was it yesterday? ❞ 

❝ You hinted you had something for me. What is it? ❞ 

❝ You and I ought to get along. ❞ 

❝ I wish to Christ I didn’t know half the stuff that’s brought to me. ❞ 

❝ Knowing other people’s business is the worst investment a man can make. ❞ 

❝ Are you my bodyguard now? ❞ 

❝ You should see him sober. I should see him sober. Somebody should see him sober.  I mean, just for the record. ❞ 

❝ I’ve even thought of marrying him. ❞ 

❝ I love a nice walk in the fog. You meet such interesting people. ❞ 

❝ I could get as drunk as two sailors and love it. ❞ 

❝ My heart’s in my mouth doing this. ❞ 

❝ You have wicked eyes. ❞ 

❝ He hasn’t many illusions, but I suppose he still has his pride. ❞ 

❝ We’re his blood. That’s the hell of it. ❞ 

❝ I don’t want him to die despising his own blood. ❞ 

❝ It was always wild blood, but it wasn’t always rotten blood. ❞ 

❝ So you shoot people. You’re a killer. ❞ 

❝ Thanks, lady. You’re no English muffin yourself. ❞ 

❝ Let’s get out of this rotten little town. ❞ 

❝ Hold me close, you beast. ❞ 

❝ Kissing is nice, but your father didn’t hire me to sleep with you. ❞ 

❝ You son of a bitch. ❞ 

❝ Don’t think I’m an icicle. I’m not blind or without senses. I have warm blood. ❞ 

❝ You’re easy to take – too damned easy. ❞ 

❝ If you say that again, I’ll scream. ❞ 

❝ Men have been shot for little things like that. ❞ 

❝ Men have been shot for practically nothing. ❞ 

❝ Get it through your lovely head. I work at it. I don’t play at it. ❞ 

❝ I think the whole thing was just some kind of an act. If I wanted to flatter myself, I’d say it was at least partly for my benefit. ❞ 

❝ Do I have to tell you I loathe your guts, Mister Detective? ❞ 

❝ You have a lovely way with women. ❞ 

❝ I liked kissing you. ❞ 

❝ You kept your head beautifully. That’s so flattering. ❞ 

❝ Should I congratulate you, or my father? ❞ 

❝ Take me away from here, if you will be so kind. I’m quite sure I’d like to go home. ❞ 

❝ You won’t be a sister to me? ❞ 

❝ If I had a razor, I’d cut your throat – just to see what ran out of it. ❞ 

❝ Cute, aren’t I? ❞ 

❝ I bet you can’t even guess how I got in. ❞ 

❝ You came through the keyhole, just like Peter Pan. ❞ 

❝ You’re cute, aren’t you? ❞ 

❝ I’m all undressed. ❞ 

❝ By God, it was right at the back of my mind. I was groping for it. I almost had it, when you spoke. ❞

❝ I always wear my rubbers in bed myself, in case I wake up with a bad conscience and have to sneak away from it. ❞ 

❝ That’s nice, but I’ve already seen it all. Remember? I’m the guy that keeps finding you without any clothes on. ❞ 

❝ Listen, you don’t really care anything about me. You’re just showing me how naughty you can be. ❞

❝ You’ve been following me around for a couple of days. Like a fellow trying to pick up a girl and lacking the last inch of nerve. ❞ 

❝ I’m psychic. Shake your business up and pour it. I haven’t got all day. ❞ 

❝ She’s too big for you. She’ll roll on you and smother you. ❞

❝ I wouldn’t even argue with you. I wouldn’t waste the oxygen. ❞ 

❝ You didn’t ever get socked in the kisser, did you? ❞ 

❝ Did you know that worms are of both sexes and any worm can love any other worm? ❞ 

❝ Then I’m afraid you’re in a bad spot. And I hate killing. ❞ 

❝ I was afraid you’d come back. ❞ 

❝ We had a date. I told you it was all arranged. ❞ 

❝ This is the last time. The next fast one you pull I’ll throw you to the lions, no matter whose heart it breaks. ❞ 

❝ Stand there, you son of a bitch. ❞ 

❝ So you’re just a brute after all. An utter callous brute. ❞ 

❝ You tire me. God, how you tire me! ❞ 

❝ Can I go on being a son of a bitch, or do I have to become a gentleman like that lush passed out in his car the other night? ❞ 

[geminirage]

@soulspliced gets an aesthetic: TOM RIDDLE & LIZZIE SALTZMAN. “by the time she realised what was happening, she was far too deep to get away from him.“

[nearlyheadlessfinnick]

REQUESTS SERIES: Tom Marvolo Riddle/ Lord Voldemort | Requested by castieladrift

“When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quiet albeit brilliant boy, committed to becoming a first rate wizard. Not unlike others I’ve known… If the monster existed it was buried deep within.”

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tom remains on his seat,  drowning  out  the  excitable  voices  of  his  peers  packing  up  as  he  focuses  on  finishing  his  work  with  quiet  intent.  it’s  neccessary  to  be  careful  here.  of  all  the  places  in  school,  this  classroom  posesses  the  most  danger.  not  because  of  the  subject  and  the  spells  being  taught,  but  because  of  the  teacher  that  commands  it.  albus  dumbledore.  perhaps  the  only  one  with  the  clear  vision  to  see  through  the  misty  charm  tom  has  cast  upon  the  rest  of  the  faculty  and  students.  a  shame,  really,  that  the  professor  is  so  hard  to  conquer,  for  there  is  nobody  greater  that  tom  would  care  to  hear  the  personal  wisdom  of.  yes,  it  has  been  many  years  and  he  is  no  closer  to  gaining  the  favour  of  dumbledore  now  than  he  was  all  those  years  past  in  the  confinement  of  his  orphanage  room,  but  still  he  must  try.

❝ do  you  mind  if  i  finish  this  piece  of  work  here,  sir? ❞  his  question  echoes  around  the  room  as  the  last  of  his  classmates  leave.  inky  eyes  widen  as  a  small  smile  pinches  at  tom’s  lips,  ❝ i’d  do  it  in  the  common  room  but  it  gets  particularly  spirited  on  a  friday  afternoon,  especially  with  the  excitement  of  tomorrow’s  quidditch  game --  will  you  be  going  to  watch  it,  sir? ❞

@lamentedhope​ /  🐍

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geminirage·:

continues from this for soulspliced

“i’m not one of your lackeys, riddle.”she had seen them around, they follow him around like lost puppies, everyone thinks it’s natural, boys will be boys, but lizzie isn’t stupid, it’s strange, just as much as a mystery tom himself is to everyone, they know nothing of him besides him being incredibly smart and an orphan. BUT HE IS RIGHT.she is here, just as he told her to be it unsettles her really, how easy it seems to follow him. blue gaze flickers under the darkness of his own and she shifts her weight, uncomfortable. “it’s lizzie.” elizabeth might as well be as plain as english names go. she pulls the book from her bag, looking around as no one was paying attention to them. “this better be worth it. i’m risking my neck, if Dumbledore or the headmaster finds out I did this   ”she would be expelled. these books were forbidden to them for a reason. and yet, she did it, quie easily in fact. but still, she needs tom to know it’s dangerous. “i’m sure you could’ve done this on your own. why send me?”

tom shrugs his shoulders,  downplaying  the  severity  of  the  position  he  has  put  lizzie  in  in  order  to  get  his  hands  on  this  book.  in  truth,  he  would  have  retrieved  the  book  himself,  not  truly  trusting  it  in  the  hands  of  anyone  who  might  not  understand  its  contents  or  misinterpret  his  reason  for  pursuing  it.  but  as  of  late  he  has  been  under  the  sharp  gaze  of  professor  dumbledore  himself,  more  suspicious  and  mistrusting  than  ever  before.  and  so  tom  must  exercise  caution,  careful  not  to  implicate  himself  or  make  his  intentions  apparent.  it’s  times  like  this  that  he’s  glad  he  has  his  group  of  friends  he  can  so  easily  lean  upon  to  do  his  bidding  for  him.

❝ why  not  you,  lizzie? ❞  tom  asks,  wild  eyes  challenging  her  comfortably  from  his  seat  on  the  common  room  couch.  she  is,  from  what  he’s  seen,  perfectly  capable  with  magic  and  a  more  than  adequate  friend.  and  of  all  his  close  relationships  formed  at  hogwarts,  he  knew  that  she  would  not  be  the  one  to  fail.  stubbornness,  perhaps,  or  a  need  to  impress  him,  he’s  not  sure.  but  certainly  she  has  succeeded  and  for  that  he  makes  a  mental  note  to  keep  her  on  side,  win  her  over  should  the  need  for  her  daring  arise  again.  ❝ come, ❞  he  softly  pats  the  space  on  the  couch  beside  him,  head  tilting  ever  so  slightly  as  the  corner  of  his  lips  rise  into  a  smile,  ❝ doesn’t  the  idea  of  reading  a  forbidden  book  excite  you? ❞

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“I know this might be a little weird for you, but I promise it’s all normal.” (from grisha!)

SENTENCE  MEME.

jaw tightens at her words,  chest  rising  just  to  fall  with  the  small  sigh  that  escapes  from  between  tom’s  pouting  lips.  it’s  not  that  he  finds  this  situation  weird,  as  that  he  can  surely  overcome  and  adapt  to  with  patience  and  effort.  no,  this  is  beyond  weird.  it’s  unnatural.  for  once,  tom  is  aware  that  all  his  knowledge,  carefully  acquired  and  stored,  has  failed  him.  had  he  been  alone,  this  would  not  be  so  bad,  but  here,  in  the  company  of  one  such  as  grisha,  his  inadequacy  magnifies.

❝  normal,  ❞  tom  repeats,  allowing  his  eyes  to  fall  upon  her  and  seemingly  accept  defeat  this  time.  a  smile,  fleeting  and  forced,  touches  upon  his  lips  as  heavy  arms  cross  against  his  casually  dressed  torso,  ❝  since  you’re  such  an  expert,  perhaps  you  can  direct  some  of  that  wisdom  my  way?  we  have  got  an  entire  saturday  to  do  nothing,  after  all.  ❞

@aefintyr

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“It  was  a  SYMBOLIC  way  of  showing  that  [Tom]  came  from  a  loveless  union – but  of  course,  everything  would  have  changed  if  Merope  had  survived  and  raised  him  herself  and  loved  him.”  -  JK Rowling

this  actually  hurts  my  heart,  the  idea  that  tom  could  have  been  relatively  normal  and  lived  a  happy  life  had  merope  survived  and  cared  for  him.  so  many  of  the  fandom  believe  that  tom  could  never  love  because  he  was  conceived  under  the  effects  of  a  love  potion  but  jk  herself  says  that  this  isn’t  true  and  that  it  was  merely  symbolism  and  not  a  confirmed  side  effect  of  a  love  potion.  but  truly,  he  didn’t  love  because  he  didn’t  know  how  to,  he  had  never  been  shown  love  before,  and  that  just  kills  me???

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“You don’t just get to call me and tell me what to do.”

SENTENCE  MEME.

❝  and  yet  you’re  here,  ❞  tom  quietly  replies,  gaze  still  focused  sharply  upon  the  book  in  his  grasp.  allowing  himself  to  finish  the  paragraph  he  has  been  obsessively  studying  for  the  past  hour,  the  room  fills  with  silence  as  lizzie  is  left  to  stand  in  the  doorway  and  wait  for  him.  he  reads  it  over  thrice  more  until  satisfied  with  his  own  interpretation  of  its  meaning,  and  thus  the  book  is  shut  and  discarded  with  a  careless  thud  upon  the  side  table.  dark  hues  flicker  to  meet  lizzie’s  as  a  small  smile  is  directed  her  way,  ❝  tell  me,  elizabeth,  did  you  bring  what  i  asked?  ❞

@geminirage

[softsleepyharry]

“I knew I was different, I knew I was special. Always, I knew there was something.”

- Tom Marvolo Riddle

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consider  this  a  STARTER  CALL.

all starters will be random but if you’re interested in plotting something out then feel free to hit up my ims !

[soulspliced]

i  know  by  the  time  he  was  old  enough  to  go  to  hogwarts  tom  had  already  done  some  terrible  things,  but  the  idea  of  him  going  to  diagon  alley  and  then  platform  9 ¾  by  himself  just  breaks  my  heart.  him  not  knowing  where  to  start  at  first,  how  the  money  works,  and  being  overwhelmed  by  seeing  everyone  else  with  their  families  all  excited  and  making  a  celebration  of  it.  and  then  this  voice  in  his  head  just  tells  him  that  if  he  doesn’t  do  this  for  himself  then  nobody  else  will  do  it  for  him,  and  that  he  doesn’t  have  time  to  feel  sorry  for  himself  when  there  is  work  to  be  done.

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                                                        INDIE  &.  SELECTIVE                                          TOM  MARVOLO RIDDLE                                                         OF  THE  HP  SERIES.