Tom Riddle Dr - Blog Posts

i love thinking about how me and tom will visit the library of alexandria when we are doing our time traveling shenanigans because we heard there are books on horcruxes there . or about how we will sneak into a vampires masquerade ball in the 1600s france because of the same reason. like. we’re just going on quests at this point. adventuring with my sorta evil boyfriend! we certainly will NOT get into trouble at all…… yeah.

the way i'm going to be clinging onto tom for HOURS when i shift to my hogwarts dr ....... we'll be on that long ass train ride to hogwarts anyway . NO WAY he is getting rid of me in those hours lmfao

btw he pulls me on his lap and reads along with me when he’s bored. btw he tickles me on mornings when i don’t want to leave his bed. btw he thinks he’s sooooo smooth and suave but i’ve literally caught him staring at me like he has tunnel vision thousands of times. btw he slips me notes in class after vehemently refusing to sit next to me because i am “distracting”. btw he doesn’t just let me walk away from conversations and always pulls me back by my waistband. btw he scratches my back until i fall asleep. btw he has lovingly caressed a picture of me he keeps so many times it has worn down (he periodically magics it to restore it) . yeah. i miss him 😭🙂‍↕️😌🥲🥲🥲😭💀

💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💓💓💓💗💓💗💓💗 my maaaaaaaaaaannnnnn

writes his little plans about achieving immortality with his unicorn glitter pen. i see you tom. i get you .

is it very audacious of me to shift to my hogwarts dr, where i will be an illegal time traveling historian and my boyfriend (husband) is tom riddle, without a script? yeah. am i still doing it? yeah.

we are very Did you know there is a tunnel under Ocean Blvd btw.

AND WHAT OF THE LOVERS . . .                  ╱    . hogwarts desired reality

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I. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

A curious little thing, Tom Riddle was the day he was born━his eyes, which had just blinked open, had latched its vision onto his mothers hand, and his tiny fingers and his tiny arm had reached up to touch, to see, to learn the love of his mother. This Tom Riddle is borne out of love, and is raised being loved. It makes all the difference. And yet━he is still fascinated by death. Still, he wishes to know of a way to evade it. Still, it makes his skin crawl.

So, he will find a way. Tom Riddle comes to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, with one goal. Learn enough and beyond to create a path for immortality. A little obsession for a curious little thing.

II. JUDITH WARD

One thing Judy Ward has always possessed is a curious mind. It is a family trait that gives way to another family trait━obsession with ones passion. She has been reading and observing and asking since she was shorter than her mothers office desk. Inquisitive child she was, and curious girl she is━she has latched onto the past and the field of history. Why did it happen? Who did it happen to? Why is it important? How did it change things? Can the effects be seen even now? How did the people live? How were they similar to us? How have we changed from them? What can she learn from them?

But reading about it isn’t enough. It does not satiate her. She needs to live it, to be the primary source, she has to see it, experience it, understand it wholly━so she will. And thus comes the single-minded ambition on traversing through time itself. Maybe figuring out independent time travel will satiate the need for innovation and exploration for this curious mind.

III. PARTNERS IN CRIME

Though surprisingly, not many crimes will be committed in this partnership. You see, these two bring out the best in each other. Albeit these two are intense personalities, their intensity seems to dwindle rather than sharpen—they soften each others jagged corners, ease the tension in their eyes. Suppose its what happens when kindred spirits meet. He knows how to stop her impulsiveness and she knows how to ease his franticness.

Tom knew from the moment he saw her in the restricted section in their first year, saw her focused, widened eyes, the way she would whisper to herself that sounded more like hissing from the outside, and the book she had picked (Advanced transfiguration, Volume III: Threads of reality by Serafina Nott), and knew that she was like him. That she had that purpose to learn, to know, to understand whatever idea her young mind had found most interesting. He needed that singular seven second long insight into the way eleven-year-old Judith Ward chose to spend her afternoon to know that he wanted to be the one. The someone that wouldn’t find him odd, that would maybe talk with him about something other than that stupid quidditch game, or the fucking weather, that he could exist with.

He got what he wanted. Judith Ward had others be friendly enough with her, but she never really got them. She never really got how they could be ambition-less (though when she looks back, she realizes that she and Tom were the only eleven-year-olds that had lifelong ambitions). She never really got why they didn’t scurry to the library to get their hands on whatever new book Madam Moon had brought in. Tom Riddle was a blessing. She latched onto him like she latched onto history━and Tom let her roots grow around him, let her plant him into her little garden of life, let her have him for the rest of their lives.

From that moment onwards, they have never walked alone. The curious little thing and the little historian, partners in crime and life.

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 yeah. i don’t know if ANY of this makes sense. but we are soulmates and everything is great haha.