#(evil tom)

[ace-misplaced]

i hope evil tom has a horrible fathers day. he doesn't deserve a happy one in the slightest >:(

[anderperryuri]

adding to the comment that it wasn’t mr perrys fault for what happened to neil- not only was he completely responsible for pushing neil over the edge the night of the play, he actively stripped everything neil had away from him and from what we saw in the film, it started with his summer, then the school annual, and probably so much more that we never saw. who even knows how long this had been going on for? likely since neil was a child, he’d probably never known anything from his father than disappointment and the expectation that he couldn’t do anything he wanted. please tell me how you would cope with having every happiness taken from you? I know people who have parents like this and their parents only relented when they developed depression. and parents are responsible for their children’s safety, happiness, and health, especially when they are under the same roof and mr perry exploited neil for his own personal gain which clearly had something to do with his own sense of failure either at his younger self, his parents, or circumstances. none of this was neil’s fault, and how he dealt with this was not his fault. mr perry knew what he was doing and looked at neil who looked so unhappy and chose to continue stripping everything away. like in mr perry’s office when neil said “I’ve got to tell you how I feel” and he responded with “what” and went on about the play he knew he was messing with neil’s feelings, and HE KNEW when neil said “nothing” that neil was lying and that he had gone to far, but as be thought that neil would do what he said anyway he just left the room and as usual didn’t really care. neil’s last straw was having his friends, his home and safe place, stripped from him. tbh if i was in neil’s position i probably would’ve done the same thing. not to mention that no one blamed neil, and most of them blamed mr perry or the situation. I can’t stand that man at all, he deserves every bad thing that ever comes his way because how can you treat your own child like that. It is 1000% his fault, and only his fault. and just to be clear no other adults aside from keating knew about the situation until after the play so we can only blame them for how they responded + the whole institution for everything that happened.

basically I hate mr perry and idc that he might’ve loved neil and had the best intentions (in a very weird and twisted way) he never cared about him and he is entirely responsible. like cameron said, the poets are the victims- neil is a victim.

[browneyesandhair]

Dark/Evil Tom Recs for Tomione

I was pulling this list for someone on discord and thought I’d share here too. Please mind the tags and be aware that these are DARK Tom stories. Yes they’re Tomione but they probably won’t have happy endings.

The Darkness Sings to Her by Ariel_Riddle (E, Mermaid AU, 6K)

Summary:

She was always watching him.

From beneath the cover of the water, or from behind a rock a ways from the shore, she would find herself lurking behind the waves and sneaking surreptitious glances whenever she could.

King of Nothing by NinjaFairy (E, Cruel Prince AU, 7K)

Summary:

As a child, strange creatures visited me. The left me gifts, sung me songs; they adored me. One day, an odd boy arrives and vows his revenge on me, then vanishes without a trace. Years go by, and on Samhain night, I wake up to a fey nightmare. I will do anything to survive this labyrinth. Anything. I wonder if he knows that.

[Tomione. The Cruel Prince AU.]

The Heir From District 2 by PenelopeGrace (E, Hunger Games AU, 16K)

Summary:

They thought he would win.

Hunger Games AU + District 2!Tom Riddle + District 12!Hermione Granger

Murky Waters by Nekositting (E, psychological thriller, 28K)

Summary:

“Do I frighten you?”

Lips pressed against her ear, an arctic wind settling over her spine. It drained her of her warmth, left her with nothing but the chill its words only could evoke in her.

“Good—”

Hermione’s vision swam, the constant flow of water along her back dissipating into nothing. It was as if she’d been stripped bare. Unmade in that moment. She was only consciousness, only a mind wading through the nebulous unknown.

“—Remember this fear, Hermione.”

[lucielanciel]

Police Officer Tom and Casino Tom TwT

[thisangstriddenschoollifetragedy]

Tom, who hurt you?

[5p33dd3m0n]

Fuck you! *evils your Tom*

[devdevlin]

Left, and then right.

That was it. She was sure.

Hermione weaved through the maze of alleys branching off of Knockturn Alley, cursing her past decision to ever come down through them in the first place.

Why had she thought that following him was a good idea? Why hadn't she just minded her own business?

She swung left, and took the first right down a dark alley, lit up only by the shop front in the alley behind. She suddenly felt less certain that she had come through this way.

But he had disappeared. After leaving Hogwarts, years had gone by without a peep as to what the brilliant Tom Riddle had been up to. So, when she spotted his tall frame making its way through to Knockturn Alley, Hermione's curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't help herself.

She made it to the end, moving to continue around the bend, only to see that the darkened bend in the alley was actually a dead end.

Shit.

"Are you lost?"

His words, spoken the instant she turned back around, almost stilled her heart.

"Merlin, Tom," she managed to gasp after the initial shock subsided. "You scared me."

The corner of his mouth turned upward as she stepped backward, telling herself it was only Riddle. There was no need to panic, no need for her heart to race like it currently was. She knew him, it was just Tom. He didn't know she had been following him. She was fine.

"And just what brings the illustrious Miss Granger out to Knockturn Alley all by herself this evening?" He questioned, his words moving smoothly through the darkness as if they had been raised in it.

She glanced behind him, to the lit-up alley mere paces away. There was no need to be on edge; someone could come past at any moment, he wouldn't try anything. She was fine, there was no need for her palms to be so sweaty.

It was just Tom.

"I was after a book," she said quickly, her words manifesting as a whisper. "Sometimes, the best ones can be found in questionable places. Surely you understand."

She was in no danger, he hadn't ever tried anything before. No matter how many times she had suspected her old schoolmate, she had never found any proof of any misdoings on his part.

No need to worry.

Even still, she took another step back.

"Oh yes," he agreed, following her with a step forward, "I understand."

As he took another short step, and Hermione made the mistake of meeting his eyes, she suddenly had the overwhelming sensation that their roles had been reversed. His usual cool stare that she had come to know over their years at school together was nowhere to be found. His eyes - had they always glistened like that? - were excited, hungry. No longer was she the lion, no longer was she the predator.

Perhaps she had needed to worry, after all.

She braved another step back as he leaned in closer. "I'm sorry, but Harry's waiting for me, he'll be looking -"

"Liar."

She stopped breathing as her heart pounded steadily in her chest.

"Do you know what I think?" He asked, his words smooth, yet laced with poison.

She edged back, closer to the wall behind her.

"I think, you followed me."

"No," she denied at once, her stomach dropping as her back collided with the cold stone and she could move no further. "Just shopping."

His lips turned up with a smile that would have moved mountains if he wished it. "Hermione Granger, lioness with a sharp tongue. Always the curious one."

Her lips opened, yet no sound emerged. Her fingers ran against the cold stone bricks, her right arm edging closer to her back pocket.

"But you know," he continued, moving within an arms reach of her, "curiosity killed the cat."

She pulled her wand from her pocket, directing it straight to his throat.

He moved faster than she would have thought possible as the tip of her wand met the skin of his neck, his hand closing tightly around her wrist. He pushed her wand arm up, directing the wand away from him, and forced her hand painfully into the cold, stone wall above her head.

She lashed out with her other arm, managing to land a blow to his chest before his other hand snaked out and forced it upward to join the other.

His eyes flicked downward to see her lips parting, a gasp escaping them as her hand grazed against the stone roughly, surely drawing blood.

She kicked outward, her foot colliding with the bone of his shin. "Get off of me!"

But he was bigger, stronger than she was, making pinning her legs down with his own an easy task. He was pressed close enough for her to feel the rumble through his chest as he laughed deeply.

His expression was one she hadn't seen on him before, his eyes lit with a cold amusement that chilled her to the core.

"And just what am I to do with you now?"

[anderperryuri]

neil and mr perry edit | the wisp sings - winter aid

@hyacinthi-mortem I made it!!