have you ever thought about how almost all tomione is time travel AU and somehow Voldemort, born in 1926, is never unsettled to see a shaved pussy, shaved legs, shaved armpits?? I think internally he's like "wtf?" every time Hermione drops her robes.
sir.
this man grew up in the 1940s.
you cannot convince me his brain doesn’t short-circuit at least briefly.
I know canon Voldemort doesn’t flinch easily, but internally he is absolutely filing a quiet note like: this is… historically incorrect.
he doesn’t say anything, of course.
he just recalibrates. silently. menacingly.
If you want context for why my brain is like this, here’s the fic: May be a Downfall









