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Sharing songs that feel very Tomione to me - Week 1

Cirugía by Dillom

(Or why Obsessive!Tom is the best Tom)

Cirugía is a song that delves into the mind of a profoundly unstable character. With unresolved mother issues, possessive tendencies, and self-destructive behavior, this man wants to stitch his obsessive, beloved object onto his own body.

Funnily enough, Cirugía is the happiest song on the whole album. A momentary lapse of peace before the character descends into the darkest parts of his psyche, dragging us with him on an unforgivable and bleak trip.

Perhaps it's the obsession (Tom's corrosive love) that makes me think of this particular fandom. And it's precisely that obsession that draws me to Tomiones in general.

Obsessive love is not real love. It's the urge to fill something empty within oneself. Without the object of obsession, the self disappears. That's why the character (or Tom, in some Tomiones) needs to stitch the other's body into his own. It's a selfish act of consumption, of devouring. The erasure of the other. The deification of the self.

And then, the decay.

Like watching a sinking ship from a distance, I'm captivated by the destruction of something meant to be pure. The contrast between extremes —like a cube of ice melting on a stove burner— has something deeply hypnotic about it. There's beauty in the decomposition.

And for that very same reason, I enjoy Cirugía (and Tomiones!).

Here's the translation into English:

[Verse 1] I don't feel like you're mine enough I wanna know what you're doing all day I'm gon' follow your steps like a spy Stitch your body to mine in a surgery

[Verse 2] I'd like to know even the color of your bones To be between your dreams and your nightmares Sorry if it's hell that I'm so intense You're my saint, I'll peregrinate on my knees for you

[Chorus] For you, I'd go on a suicide mission Life loses value when I'm not what keeps you entertained I'd come up with a color darker than black if my future doesn't have you

[Verse 3] I didn't feel like you were mine enough I wanted to know where you were that day I followed your steps like a spy We unstitched from each other, that wound is still bleeding

[Bridge] Searching and I can't find myself I find you and I break Today's Friday night And you ain't nowhere Your scratches on the floor are the only thing that keeps me going I hope you abuse me

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Sculptured Web by anncarringtonart

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From @clavasbalas and I fixed the ask box. Whoops! Thank you for the ask!

This fic is told strictly from Hermione's point of view, between memories, diary entries, and events as she lives them. A magical plague is sweeping through Britain, killing almost everyone.

But she survives.

Her magic no longer obeys her commands. It misfires. It overpowers spells. It underpowers them. And worse yet, she has no memory of being ill. Just faint traces of some--of sweat, of bone breaking pain, of a cold hand on her face.

She hides this but is also trying to become the head of the Mysteries department, where she works, except she loses out to Tom Riddle. Who has been blackmailing her to be his lover since Hogwarts days. Who disappeared into the archives days before the illness started.

And who ordered her to allow Ron to die.

Anyways, that's the start of it, but I have no idea how it ends. Antonin may or may not get cucked in it, I don't know. Snippet below. Oh and it takes place in the Victorian era!

Tom Riddle, wizarding Britain’s most handsome man and, if one believed Witch Weekly, one of its most eligible bachelors. 

Long fingers fished out a green and silver cigarette case, easily offering her one as he’d done a thousand times. Hermione waved him away, irritation gnawing on her flesh, her pulse an angry beat jabbing her throat. 

“You got what you wanted,” she said instead. “Ron is dead, we can’t get married, there is nothing else I can do for you.” 

Riddle laughed, a low and smoky thing that was somehow more substantial than her. His cigarette flared a violent red. He snatched her wrist and dragged her toward the desk, lifting her up to deposit her on it. 

“You can spread your legs, darling. I’m a starving man and you’ve denied me for too long.” 

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Tell me about Chatbot Diary ;)

I've posted a snippet (April had the very same doubt). I'll delve more into the plot!

Chatbot Diary features a law clerk Hermione as she works on the case of Ginny Weasley's disappearance. The main suspect, the boyfriend, is super collaborative and worried for her overall well-being. But then, Digital Forensics find a weird site on Ginny's computer. A site that no one can access.

At night, Hermione tries to open the site in her home.

"...The computer sat before her, the black screen like an open mouth screaming.

She opened the browser and typed once more http://7drlvd3.com/r0lm0.

The spinning circle appeared, and as she rolled her eyes and moved her hand to the back of the computer, ready to close it, the page changed colour.

The background turned black, and the golden title announced that she was facing The Diary of T.M.R.

'Hello, visitor. How did you come across my site?'"

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I am sat and ready to hear more about Indecent Theology.

Ohhh, hehehe.

Indecent Theology would be a collection of short fics exploring themes of religion and blasphemy.

(I already have a Priest!Tom fic, this would be the first in the collection).

The second story features a Tom who's Jesus' evil twin, playing with the meaning of the name Thomas (which means twin). They would have separated at birth, but lived similar and parallel lives. Both gathered followers, both spread the gospel. One was the son of God, and the other was the son of the Devil. One offered his flesh and blood to his disciples, and the other...

Well, let's say his dietary choices are interesting.

(Also, Herms as Mary Magdalene!!!!)

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aaaaa, give us Dr. Riddle's Monster!!!

Okay so I had this idea last Halloween and idk if I will ever get to it (I hope I do). Below the bar I’ll show what I have and it’s basically the whole plot. It’s me telling @nofear-x the idea lmao

It’s a retelling of Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein but make it Tomione lmao

Frankenstein AU

My idea:

where Dr.Riddle makes a monster using snake parts (Voldemort) and Hermione is like his fiancé and the one that helps him kinda figure out how to do it except she doesn’t know he goes to some kind of witch that takes a piece of his soul to give to the monster and that’s what makes him ALIVE lmao

And the monster is gonna cause Tom and Hermione problems because he’s lonely and he wants Dr Riddle to make him a companion but Tom regrets making him so he tries to ignore him till one day he wakes up and the monster is next to Hermione’s side of the bed (cuz he does have a piece of Tom’s soul and Tom loves Hermione so the monster does as well 😭) so he’s just staring at her sleeping and Tom is like oh shit! so he agrees to make him a companion. the monster says he already has the pieces to make her and it’s literally a bunch of dead girls that resemble Hermione 💀 anyway while Riddle is making her he stops because he doesn’t want to take a piece of Hermione’s soul or anyone’s soul to make another monster, so he dumps the female monster in a lake. the monster is furious and curses Riddle telling him to enjoy his wedding night because it will be the last day he is happy

On the night of his wedding Riddle accepts his fate, makes love to his now wife,Hermione, and waits till she’s asleep to meet the monster. When he never shows Riddle hears screaming and runs upstairs the monster has killed Hermione and takes her away and makes her a monster just like him ….

The End 🧐

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Cavity searching sounds fun 👀 Also tough_it_out??? i don't know why, but the underscore... 👀 ...please share with the rest of the class, miss pickle 👀

The Cavity Searches fic is for the TV show Severence!! I play into the rule that they're not allowed to pass any messages off the floor they work on. Smut ensues.

tough_it_out is a gift fic I wrote for Zaf that'll be posted after Callout is done. It features Tom as a smarmy daytrader and some revenge dubcon/noncon.

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Tomione Trope Fest Winners!

The judges and the audience have spoken, and Tomione Trope Fest has officially come to a close. Thank you to all who participated.

Top 3 Bingos

1 & 2. Maybe, Mud by clavas_balas and All the World's a Stage by artofcrying (Bingo Board Blackout)

3. Caduceus by Phantom_Fish (11 Tropes)

Top 3 Most Loved Fics

Caduceus by Phantom_Fish

The Eyes Are The Best Part by elaia

All the World's a Stage by artofcrying

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I wanna ask you about Rainmaker (in the hopes that we get a sneak peek) and the Chatbot fic!

Ok, so i've just answered another Chatbot fic related question (https://www.tumblr.com/clavasbalas/786816208633757696/chat-bot-diary-tell-me-more?source=share)

I am planning to update the Rainmaker tomorrow!

Here's a lil sneakpeek:

"The awareness of unconsciousness is a curious thing.

Hermione has a vague sense of having woken up, of having heard the murmur of a distant vibration, the cold ceramic of some toilet seat pressed against her buttocks. Warm water rinsing her hair. At times, she thinks she can hear her mother playing a melody she never knew the name of. The tapping of piano keys, the restless, living movement of people in the room. She knows she’s being cared for, and maybe she did manage to open her eyes at some point, or maybe her hyperactive mind tried to shape the sounds that come and go —but she thinks she sees giant shadows rising around her body, leaning over her like a test subject.

“What were you doing there?”

“I swear, sir, I didn’t—”

“You know you’re not supposed to leave—!”

“Not here, no! Not in front of the girl, can’t you see she’s listening?”

She hears a groan, unaware that it’s she who’s groaning.

“Come on, let’s go to the other room.”

The door closes. Whoever had been watching over her is gone. 

The cold she felt begins to fade, chased away by the warmth she’s used to. The shadows that had risen around her dissolve, turn into fire, the furious red of a day either beginning or ending. 

Soft skin trails across her abdomen. 

It moves down her legs, gliding through. The touch is cold, yes, but still too warm to be a snake. It slithers across her skin with the skill of a lover. Her breath catches, and she contracts her legs in a spasm of pleasure. Touch me, she thinks, please. The forked tongue brushes lightly over the cotton of her underwear, and she could swear that this skin, this tongue, becomes hands —long, pale fingers tracing her pubic bone, outlining the sides of her lips —not pressing, but lightly caressing— teasing her underwear down…

A thunderclap crashes against the earth.

A pair of hands grabs her by the shoulders.

And the whole town burns."

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Chat bot diary 🤔 tell me more 🙏

Hehehe, I changed the plot of Chatbot Tom like 1301293 times. But this is the one I actually wrote and enjoyed, so that’s the version I’m sharing with you guys! (Also, full disclosure: I don’t really understand how AI works, and my law background does not include the UK, also I know next to nothing about criminal law.)

"Take a seat, Miss,” Hester instructed, dropping the pile of papers onto John Bartlett’s cluttered desk. Hermione nodded, frowning at the man’s earlier words.

“We’ve got an interesting one here. Not going to lie to you, it’s a dead end at present. A fifteen-year-old girl, missing. Risk assessment: high. No leads, no motives, no clue, really, save for her web history and a possible fight with her boyfriend. He’s our main suspect, naturally, but I’ll be damned if I can find a motive strong enough to pin this on the lad. He’s a football player—”

Hermione scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t give me that look, Miss,” Bartlett chided. “Everyone we’ve spoken to says the same thing: he wouldn’t have done it. There’s nothing on him except—”

“I’m sorry, sir, but violence against women is often insidious. Just because he isn’t seen as an abuser doesn’t mean he isn’t one. More often than not, victims don’t report it, or don’t even recognize themselves as victims of domestic—”

“I take your point, Miss,” he interrupted, his tone measured. “That’s precisely why Parkinson saw fit to assign this case to your office. Between us, though, I don’t believe this is domestic violence.”

Hester’s fingers skimmed through part of the file.

“The boyfriend hasn’t been uncooperative. In fact, if anything, he’s becoming a bit of a nuisance. Keeps turning up at the station, asking for updates. Ah, where did I put—? Here we are.”

He pulled out a report, his expression sharpening with interest.

“Digital Forensics flagged something curious. Have a look.”

He handed her the report, a stack of pages detailing the missing girl’s computer browsing history. One URL, highlighted in fluorescent marker, appeared repeatedly alongside occasional Google searches.

http://7drlvd3.com/r0lm0

Hester flipped through to the end, where the conclusions were outlined. Also highlighted, the forensic verdict read:

"Network traffic is one-way; no active WebSockets or WebRTC detected; language patterns and response times remain constant. Therefore, the site does not function as an open chat. Instead, it appears to be an unregistered artificial intelligence."

“AI? You’re telling me the secondary suspect is a robot?”

“The primary suspect remains the boyfriend, Miss,” Hester said dryly. “Unless your investigation turns up something different. The case is yours.”

“Have you questioned the boyfriend properly?”

“Yes. But he’s more than willing to go through another round of questioning if needed.”

“When was Ginevra Weasley last seen?”

“I believe she’s been missing for—” Hester checked his wristwatch, “33 hours by now.”

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WIP Ask Game

From @katsitting ! Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

Tomione:

The Rainmaker

Phonocardiographie

CHATBOT DIARY

Parte I - Acusación

Documento sin título

reborn

Teología indecente

Documento sin título

Hogwarts Legacy:

HL TT ESPAÑOL

HL TT ENGLISH

No stress tags + anyone who hasn't done it yet! (Also pls feel free to tell me to stop and/or (?) start tagging you in these :))

@auroratellsstories @hauscrashburn @zafiada

hehehehe

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You should definitely listen to the playlist Jin has curated. She nailed the vibes immaculately.

Tomione Trope Bingo Fics are Live!

You can officially read the 9 Tomione fics that released for the fest. Find the AO3 collection here. What's next? On June 9th, a public poll will drop and you will all be able to vote for your favorites! At the end of the poll, judges will make their own votes and reveal author names. Happy reading!

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It's official: Dev puts crack in her fics.

Read now

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I’m incredibly baffled and honored that someone took the time to make art from my fic.😭❤️‍🔥

Hehehehe, thank you so much Dyl! 💚

"The Rainmaker appears like the night itself, and announces himself like thirst."

Grab yourself a tall glass of water and strap in, because @clavasbalas is about to take us on a fucking ride!

Read now on AO3

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The Rainmaker

It hasn't rained in a long time.

Hermione is trying to run the farm her late mother left her, but the drought and unbearable heat make it nearly impossible. Water and power outages are happening more often and the ground is scorched and cracked, opening like fissures into hell.

But then, someone arrives in town.

Someone who claims he can summon the rain.

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Sorry everyone, real life is being a bitch and my brain is jumping between wips and possible fest fics. So just to tie you all over, here's a little teaser from one of my tomiones:

He seemed to sense her reluctance hadn’t been completely abated, because he sighed, leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head, stretching out his back. 

‘What will it take for you to accept?’

‘I want to see those scrolls again you had me calculate.’

‘That’s all?’ he asked, seeming rather bemused. ‘I was expecting—’

‘No, it’s a start,’ she interrupted brusquely, folding her arms in front of her chest. 

‘I see,’ he said slowly. ‘Well … I need some time to think about under which stipulations I’ll allow this rather privacy invasive request. Why don’t we continue this in the morning? It’s late anyway.’

‘I’d rather finish it now. The Leaky Cauldron closes at midnight, sometimes earlier if it’s not busy. I don’t feel comfortable disturbing Tom at this hour. He gets up real early to make his guests breakfast.’

‘I wasn’t suggesting you go back to the inn,’ Riddle said, rising from his seat. 

With a snap of his fingers, their empty cups vanished and reappeared under the faucet, cleaning themselves before jumping into the drying rack. 

‘I’ll show you to your room.’

‘I’ll need my wand then,’ she said, rising from her seat. It was worth a try. ‘I didn’t bring any sleepwear or toiletries in my bag.’

An utter lie. She had whatever she needed for emergencies in that bag. 

His dark eyes swept over her figure from head to feet before he moved away. Confused, Hermione followed, not knowing what to make of that invasive appreciation. As they walked down that white corridor again, he pointed out what was behind several doors while skipping others without explanation. She committed the doors he skipped to memory. At the end of the corridor, there was only one door.

😉

See you all soon (I hope).

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A Fanart for Callout written by @dillpicklepanic

I am in love with this story people😭😭😭😭It’s so so good! Remember to check the tags!🙂‍↕️

Link to the story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62366704