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Tom Riddle Everyone forgot your birthday, but him.

You try to ignore the ache in your chest. It’s just a birthday. Just another day. That’s what you tell yourself between classes and hollow smiles, pretending it doesn’t matter that not a single person has said anything. No owls, no notes, no sudden shout of surprise. Nothing. You expected something—anything. Even just a simple “happy birthday.” It wouldn’t have taken much.

By late afternoon, you’ve stopped pretending. You decide to treat yourself. Hogsmeade sounds like a distraction, even if your chest still feels tight and your throat keeps catching for no reason at all. You walk slowly, trying to shake off the weight of disappointment, wishing you were better at not caring.

When you arrive, the streets are busier than usual. You don’t see him at first. It happens fast—you turn the corner, and suddenly your shoulder bumps into someone. He barely stumbles, but you catch your breath.

Tom Riddle.

He straightens immediately, sharp and tall and composed as ever. There’s a flicker in his expression, the kind of look he usually gives when someone wastes his time. But then his gaze settles on you, and something shifts. His features soften, just slightly, not so much that others would notice, but you do. You always notice with him.

You start to apologize, but he cuts you off—not coldly, just quietly. Unexpectedly gentle. He says your name unexpectedly gently. His voice has weight, but this time it steadies something inside you.

Then he reaches into his coat and pulls out a small box. Holds it out to you, his fingers relaxed but precise. You blink, hesitating. He doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t explain—just tells you not to make a big deal out of it.

You open the box.

Inside is a brooch for your robe, elegant, thoughtful, detailed in a way that makes your breath catch. It’s everything you love: the color, the shape, the design. It’s everything you love, not just a present for the sake of one, no, it’s thoughtful. And suddenly the question hits you harder than the silence of the day ever could. How did he, out of everyone, remember? And not just the day. He remembered you.

Your hands tremble slightly as you hold it. You glance back up at him, he’s watching you.

Created by Bug 𓆣 | @voidofsunlight I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied, or reposted elsewhere.

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oooh! I'm so happy to participate! thank you @belovedenzo

tag: @i-await @ur-local-wizard  @Juliet-017 @viperify @nottslove @simp-for-love  @draco-malfoys-lovergirl   @blondwhxrewrites  @moscatosin @rriddlesgirl @riddlemelater @vadersangel @222col @peachesinto @grimoireskin @xxellirosexx @ch404 @lumillsie. @kikibit feel free to ignore or DM to be removed

pinterest tag game !

| search; song, color, vibe, outfit, art, quote to make your own pinterest mood board! just pick the first pics that pop up and post them in that order :b

… i just really love pinterest tag games so I decided to make my own ! I tagged like all my moots or tried to so if I forgot you plz just join in! anyone’s free to join :b

this is mine ! have fun with it :3 ily all <3

npt; @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @dracosprettygirl @dearmisshoney @dearnott @nottslove @harkovsangel @pizzaapeteer @prythiansprincess @lushleona @nottsangel @yuunarii-arii @i-await @juliet-017 @moscatosin @rriddlesgirl @redeemingvillains @winnie1emon @riddlesrizzler @riddlemelater @2dloveshp @riddlesbunny @hayleygrrr @voidofsunlight @viperify @theosang3ls @ur-local-wizard @nottscherry @blocked-zombieartist @obsessedwithceleste @illbegottenfaith

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Thank you @i-await for the tag! sorry i took so long to do it ^ ^

tag: @ur-local-wizard  @Juliet-017 @viperify @nottslove @simp-for-love @belovedenzo  @draco-malfoys-lovergirl   @blondwhxrewrites  @moscatosin @rriddlesgirl @riddlemelater @vadersangel @222col @peachesinto @grimoireskin @xxellirosexx @ch404 @lumillsie. @kikibit feel free to ignore or DM to be removed

Thank you for the tag, Nyssa (@vividly-vermillion)!! <333

I love these picrews, especially pixel ones!

link: picrew

npt: (i've been doing a lot of tag games lately- ) @artytaeh @godricgryffinsnore @petalbcrnes @yintous @ur-local-wizard @pizzaapeteer @blondwhxrewrites @leeny-leens @wistericaine @dearnott @belovedenzo @dearmisshoney

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thank you @belovedenzo for the tag

tag: @i-await @ur-local-wizard  @Juliet-017 @viperify @nottslove @simp-for-love @draco-malfoys-lovergirl   @blondwhxrewrites  @moscatosin @rriddlesgirl @riddlemelater @vadersangel @222col @peachesinto @grimoireskin @xxellirosexx @ch404 @lumillsie. @kikibit feel free to ignore or DM to be removed

Tag Game!

Take this uquiz

Make yourself (or an oc) with this picrew

Tag some moots!

@cabbihugger @percyweasleyapologist @saturnsconstellation @birdiebirdjay @aceofspades42 @bibeantransbean @lesbian-disaster-tm @perciverthoughts @residentdisaster @rainystarssx @aeoneskova @mairon-goth-minion @tastelessleather @guess1mjustheren0w @equippedtolove @savannahwiththegreenest-eyes @aelia-posts @icrytomyownpoetry @alphabetically-deranged @clodyghost @janeiscompletelyfine @skelpiescool @rexxieredfox @starkayezer @miss-este-eye @star-and-moon-shipper @blackbrother2508 @alwayssirius09 @uhhlifeig @outromoony @dumb-bitch-aiden @marsigolds @girl-rudely-interrupted

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thank you my love, @i-await , for tagging me! Link: Piccrew

tag: @ur-local-wizard  @Juliet-017 @viperify @nottslove @simp-for-love @belovedenzo  @draco-malfoys-lovergirl   @blondwhxrewrites  @moscatosin @rriddlesgirl @riddlemelater @vadersangel @222col @peachesinto @grimoireskin @xxellirosexx @ch404 @lumillsie. @kikibit feel free to ignore or DM to be removed

I've never started a tag game before but first time for everything! Really hope this one hasn't been done before... <3

Link: Piccrew

Npt: @belovedenzo @ur-local-wizard @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @rriddlesgirl @juliet-017 @pizzaapeteer @nottslove @dearmisshoney @voidofsunlight @dracosprettygirl @riddlemelater @biscuits-and-gracie @simp-for-love ok I'm gonna stop here lmfao

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thank you for tagging me @belovedenzo

flower, pantone, actor, singer, couple

tag: @i-await @ur-local-wizard  @Juliet-017 @viperify @nottslove @simp-for-love  @draco-malfoys-lovergirl   @blondwhxrewrites  @moscatosin @rriddlesgirl @riddlemelater @vadersangel @222col @peachesinto @grimoireskin @xxellirosexx @ch404 @lumillsie. @kikibit feel free to ignore or DM to be removed

starting a tag game cause, why not? 🤍

how does pinterest sees you?

flower, pantone, actor, singer and couple!

🏷 @rambosgirl , @elflutter , @pinkbowslutt , @darryiciouscious , @lastchr1stmas , @gingersforeverbox , @h-harleybaby .

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If you get a star ⭐️ in your inbox, it means your moot appreciates you and your efforts in the community. Send this to 10 mutuals to continue the love! 🩵❄️

mwaahhhh!

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself!!

make out with me!

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hi babe, decided to drop by to let you know that i’m obsessed with both of your single dad bots! i never ever play with single dads, but i decided to try out your mattheo one, then the recent theo one, and i have to say, i absolutely love them! much love <3

OMG??!!! Thank you so much!! i'm so sorry i took so long to reply

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POLL TIME (again)

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EXORDIUM,

THE WARDEN'S WHISPER: What stirs when Roman’s Upir nature begins to rise — is it the echo of blood, or merely the rot of privilege festering beneath velvet and gold? After J.R.’s death, the Godfrey heir unraveled into something the twins could no longer name. Cruel. Mercurial. Grief, perhaps. Or perhaps the curse had begun its quiet feast, devouring him from the inside out.

hand and hex: 9,19.

━━━━━ ☾☽ ━━━━━

—DARKHAVEN MANOR—Across the sea of time.

The library at Darkhaven Manor always smelled like rain, even when the sky was dry. The windows were open tonight. The wind carried the scent of pine and dusk and something ancient. Something like grief.

Y/N sat on the window bench, knees pulled to her chest, fingers trembling slightly over the edge of the velvet cushion.

“He kissed a girl… and then he looked at me like I was the stupid one for watching.” Irene didn’t speak right away. She stood by the hearth, pouring tea into a delicate porcelain cup, the sound of liquid hitting the cup was the only response. “He looked cruel, nana.”

Irene turned. The candlelight threw sharp shadows across her face —a face unchanged by time, by grief, by centuries of duty. But her eyes. Her eyes were full of fury. “Come here.” Irene called her granddaughter, softly.

The girl hesitated before rising. She crossed the room barefoot, her sweater sleeves too long, her heart too exposed when her grandmother handed the tea, gently guiding her down into the armchair.

“His upir nature is coming to the surface, my dear girl.” Irene knelt before her, skirts pooling like storm clouds around her. “It begins with hunger—but not just for blood. Power. Attention. Pain. They lose themselves before they understand what they’re becoming.”

“He wasn’t always like this.”

“No.” Irene agreed. “But now he is.” She took her cold hands into hers, thumbs brushing lightly across her knuckles. “And you must stay away from him. Do you understand?”

Y/N blinked. “But I’ve known him my whole life.”

“And you’ve survived him this long.” Irene’s tone sharpened. “That boy is dangerous now. The blood in him is primitive and vicious. It does not love the way we love, nor does it hurt the way we hurt. If you let it close, it will consume everything soft and sacred inside you.” A pause. The wind howled outside like it agreed. “Baelor is to stay away too.” she added. “Do not let him be dragged into this.”

“But—”

“J.R. Died—.” Irene’s voice was steel now. “The Godfreys are not our concern anymore. You are mine to protect and I will not let you be devoured by the curse of a boy who’s already halfway gone.”

“But I miss who he was.” Y/N looked down at her tea, lashes damp, heart twisting like a knife in wet linen.

“Then grieve him, all your life if you must, but do not follow him into the dark.” Irene touched her cheek gently.

The girl nodded, listening to her grandmother's words. The protector of the Darkhavens rose to her feet again, her gaze traveling among the endless books that lived within the walls of her library. She moved to close the doors, as if what she was about to say should not be overheard —not by the walls, not by the night. With measured steps, she returned close to her grandchild —and though her hands were calm, her eyes burned with something old and grave.

“Upirs are not born all at once.” she began. “They emerge. Slowly. Like rot under a floorboard.” Her heir listened in silence, her tea untouched, her body still curled as if protecting some fragile part of herself. “At first…” Irene continued, “they’re just children with sharp instincts. Temperamental. Moody. But as the curse matures, so does the hunger —not just for blood, but for dominion. They begin to crave control. The pain of others becomes a kind of song to them, like a lullaby.” A pause. “That’s what you’re seeing now, Y/N. Not cruelty for cruelty’s sake. Instinct awakening.” Her voice lowered, steady and cold. “An upir in transition becomes volatile. Possessive. Prone to violent mood swings. They lie without reason. Seduce without care. They push boundaries, test loyalty. And they always, always hurt the ones who see them clearest.”

“Why?” Her granddaughter murmured, her voice starting to break time passed.

“Because the part of them that remembers love is the first to die.”

Y/N blinked back tears. “He used to be kind.”

Irene sighed. “Kindness doesn’t survive the bloodlust.” A long silence stretched between them. “There’s something else…” Y/N looked up, a shiver running down her spine. “If he ever tries to feed on you—or any witch— it will alter you. Permanently.” Her voice dropped to a whisper laced with warning. “Upirs who consume witchblood don’t just grow stronger — they warp the magic. Yours and theirs. Your spells begin to backfire. Your aura changes. It becomes tethered to them. Like a leash. Like ownership. They can brand you from the inside out. Turn your light against itself and sometimes you won’t even know it’s happened until it’s too late.”

Irene knelt again, locking eyes with her.

“I—”

“You are power, my sweet child. Sacred. Living magic. If he sinks his fangs into you, even once, he will own a part of that. Forever.”

“I would never let him—”

“Don’t speak in promises.” Irene cut in sharply. “Speak in boundaries. You are not here to save him. You are here to save yourself and you cannot do that if you keep looking at him like he’s still your boy in the blue cardigan.”

She pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple. The kind of kiss that feels like an ending.

“I will speak to your brother. Bael walks too close to the fire when it comes to Roman Godfrey—and fire, my sweet child, does not spare the loyal. It burns from the inside out.”

━━━━━ ☾☽ ━━━━━

💌: under the old moon: @vadersangel @rottingpink @melancuntly @a-differentbrandof-beans @fathelzzz

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Eric Draven 2024

StreetRacer!Eric / Stalker/ Kidnapped

It started at a race. You were laughing—flushed cheeks, breathless joy—a moment that shouldn’t have mattered. But it did. You weren’t even looking at him when you stumbled, caught off guard by an engine’s roar. You crashed into his chest and he caught you on instinct. His hands brushed your sides, your belly soft beneath his grip. Your hands steadied on his chest, fingers clenching slightly in his shirt. Then you looked up. Big eyes. A shy smile. “Sorry,” you whispered. That was it. That was everything.

Eric couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. He watched you vanish into the crowd, but your touch lingered. That night, he didn’t sleep. Just drove, clutching the wheel like it held him together.

It started with checking your socials. Then driving by. Then following you home. He hated himself. He muttered it under his breath—creep, sick, wrong, stop stop stop—but he couldn’t. He watched you live. Watched you smile at people who didn’t deserve it. He started breaking in. Stealing things. A toothbrush. Your hairbrush. A pillowcase. He thought, just being near you would be enough. But you saw him. Confronted him. And when you threatened to press charges, screamed for him to stop—something broke.

He doesn’t remember how it happened. Now, you’re in the garage where he works. Beneath a trapdoor, in a soundproof room built for tools and parts. But it’s yours now. A cot. A light. A blanket that smells like him.

You cried for hours. He kneels at the edge of the trapdoor.

His hands tremble. You’re curled against the wall, wide-eyed, shaking. He stares at you, even though it’s breaking him. “I’m sorry—fuck, I’m sorry.”

He inches closer. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know what else to do. You were gonna leave.”

He rakes a hand through his hair. Chest heaving. Lost.

“I thought I could just watch. But then you saw me. Your eyes changed. I panicked. Then you were in the trunk. I’ll make it better. I swear. I’ll take care of you. You won’t be scared forever. Just… don’t leave. Please don’t leave."

Created by Bug 𓆣 | @voidofsunlight I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied, or reposted elsewhere.