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mint I am dying to know how long has Aizawa been interested in the reader?
"New girl started at work."
Hizashi tops off Nemuri's wine glass. She's too busy petting the black cat that's curled into her lap, purring with such velocity that she might take the table shake.
"Engineer?" Nemuri guesses.
"Excutive Assistant." Aizawa walks in from his kitchen, Sushi at his heels. He's carrying the meal he "made" -- several containers of take out. The kitchen is packed away, just like the rest of his apartment; he'll be movijg into his house next week. "Toshinori needs the help."
"Ah." Nemuri gives him a look, like she knows. "What do you think of her?"
"I think she's a great addition."
"She's a sweetheat-- and gorgeous." Hizashi takes his meal from the dark haired man. "I might have to break my 'no coworker" rule-"
"She has a boyfriend." Aizawa cuts in. The couple looks at him, a bit bewildered. He doesn't know how they know, but they do.
"How do you know that?" Hizashi says, a smile sneaking up.
"I pay attention."
"No, you don't."
"I heard her mention it, then."
Nemuri scritches the cat's head. "And I'm sure you're eagerly listening for when they break up-"
"Sesame, attack her."
The cat does not.
Wind Breaker Vol.3 BD/DVD Bonus Comic (ENG-Translation)
“i want him” i say about the most deranged, vile, downright monstrous fictional men ever created
📚📚Fic Library 📚📚
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Welcome to the TMR Simp Pride Zone where we shamelessly daydream about Tom Riddle! All my fics come from 100% free-range, grass-fed prompts from fellow Tom Riddle Simps just like you and me. Feel free to submit your own prompts, and check out my Masterlist page for a more in-depth list of tags!
✨Multipart Fics✨
Jealousy A two-part minific based on a prompt about Tom getting super jealous over Reader, ends with a somewhat heated resolution ;) PART I ★ PART II
The Last of Your Rules Reader figures out a set of rules to survive navigating their FWB relationship with Tom Riddle, which goes great until he starts breaking them one by one. (Content warning: smut) PART I ★ PART II ★ PART III ★ PART IV
Nox You’re trapped in a closet with Tom Riddle playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. What happens in the dark, stays in the dark. (Content warning: smut) PART I ★ PART II
Mimicry “You’re going to destroy me,” he breathes, and his hand is at your throat, feather-light unlike the iron grip of his long fingers around your wrist. “You’re going to like it,” you whisper back, right against his lips. (Enemies to Lovers, Potions class rivals, jealous!Tom, all the good stuff…) (Content warning: smut) ☾⭒𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝℙ𝕆𝕊𝕋⭒☽ PART I ★ PART II ★ PART III ★ PART IV ★ PART V ★ PART VI ★ PART VII ★ PART VIII ★ PART IX ★ PART X ★ PART XI ★ PART XII ★ PART XIII ★ PART XIV ★ FINAL
white dove “If this is a game, then you’re playing too,” he says softly, stepping closer, “and if you’re playing too, then either one of us could be the winner.” You watch him closely. The man’s eyes are dark, beautiful, and alight as he looks back at you, the tension in the air impossible to mistake and suddenly you’re wondering if perhaps you can win this after all. “Or both of us,” you say delicately. (Content warning: smut) ❶·❷·❸·❹·❺·❻
Take a Bite The letter comes a week later, script like something off a fifteenth-century scroll written on smooth, cream-toned parchment in ink the colour of the sea water on a dark night. He’s asking if you’d like to watch again Julia next Friday. He says he promises it’ll only be for a few hours this time. He signs it T. M. Riddle. (Content warning: smut) ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟝 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟞 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟟
✨Oneshots✨
Palm-reading Touch-starved Tom pretending he’s not dying over physical contact from Hufflepuff Reader, much to Reader’s amusement.
Tom Riddle, Star Pupil and Child Protégé Super affectionate Hufflepuff Reader and Tom staunchly in denial that he fucking loves it.
A Lot of Blood for a Prank Tom finds Reader injured and helps in a very Tom way. Sort of implied dark!Tom, and Muggleborn Reader.
Dangerous Ball-of-sunshine Slytherin Reader encounters a hint of Tom’s dark side for the first time, but it doesn’t necessarily go how Tom expects.
Tactile Affectionate Reader stops touching Tom because he never reacts to it, and when he asks why they stopped things get very, very heated. (Content warning: smut)
Something Elegant A very beautiful boy walks into Muggle Reader’s bookstore and wants to buy something - but he doesn’t seem to know what. Reader is determined to crack the case, and best of all, the boy keeps coming back.
Consume Reader looks into Tom Riddle’s tea leaves on an unlucky day in Divination. Something looks back.
An Easy Mistake Tom keeps trying to be nice to Hufflepuff Reader, but somehow it always seems to go wrong…
Retribution After somebody tries to slip Tom a love potion to break up him and Ravenclaw Reader’s relationship, they get a little bit theatrical in response…
Spoken For You’re already spoken for when Tom Riddle asks you to Slughorn’s party, but luckily (or unluckily), Tom is hardly known to give up on anything he wants so easily. (Content warning: smut)
For Now A very fluffy, very smutty, very indulgent Tom Riddle one-shot, read at your own risk. (Content warning: smut).
Presence You give Tom Riddle a flower and it’s all downhill from there.
The Deal You’re stuck with the arrogant, charming Riddle at the ball and you can’t imagine anything worse. Riddle appears to be imagining something else entirely. (Content warning: smut).
Possession You have a very curious diary in your possession. Or then again, perhaps the diary possesses you.
Stranger He’s just a guy. He’s just some slightly pretentious stranger addicted to caffeine and routine just like every other regular at this place, you don’t even know his name, there’s no reason you should be nervous to take an order to him. No reason at all.
Nothing More “I’d kill for you,” he promises one night. This is the sort of untethered, unbridled, almost juvenile passion you’ve come to expect from him.
Ink From The Well “We sit at the same desk,” he calls after you. When you looked over your shoulder he’s still standing there with a glint in his eyes that makes you suspect that he’s already put two-and-two together. “Though you already knew that,” Tom continues, head tilting back a little as he smiles.
Half the Fun You’re playing games with someone who is very, very used to winning.
✨Headcanons✨
Fluffy dating Tom HCs
Tom Riddle NSFW Alphabet
Possessive boyfriend Tom HCs
✨1k Followers Special! (each is a mini oneshot!)✨
🐕First Hufflepuff reader finds touch-starved Tom adorable and puppies are involved, I will not apologise.
🥇Second SMUT. Ravenclaw reader is Tom’s rival and a sarcastic shit and Tom finally gets sick of it.
🌲Third SMUT. Reader is Tom’s ex but clearly neither of them are over it.
📖Fourth KINDA SMUTTY. Tom is friends with sarcastic Ravenclaw reader and has a low-key freak out at physical contact.
🐍Fifth SMUT. Slytherin reader used to date Tom and a chance meeting in a certain girl’s bathroom late at night goes about how you’d expect…
💓Sixth Hufflepuff reader and touch-starved Tom wind up alone in a little alcove in the library, gratituous (slightly heated) fluff ensues…
🍽️Seventh You start a new job at a place called Wool’s Orphanage, and there’s a boy who lives here who seems a little… odd.
🩹Eighth Hufflepuff reader has a nasty encounter with a Bludger on the pitch. Tom is unhappy about it.
🌙Ninth Sarcastic Ravenclaw reader pries Tom away from his commitments outside, and it’s a very, very beautiful night.
💓Tenth SMUT. What, you don’t want Tom Riddle to eat you out in the Room of Requirement??? Possessive Tom, Slytherin reader, a decent dollop of fluff.
✨2k Followers Special!✨ (Sequel snippets!)
Artificial Ease ·Seven Devils· Fluffy awkwardness from when Tom and Marina were in Greece getting mistaken as a honeymooning couple. Gelato is involved.
✨Other✨
SEVEN DEVILS AO3║ff.net║wattpad (My magnum opus 200k Tom Riddle Redemption fic.) ★ Horcrux Healing ★ Time-travel ★ Muggle (SI) Main Character ★ Slow Burn ★ Dumbledore Critical ★ Diary!Tom ★
“Maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don’t have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it.” “You speak of remorse,” Dumbledore didn’t sound impressed. “If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done –” “Not Voldemort,” she interrupted. “Tom.” “You are suggesting that we use Voldemort’s first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle.” Dumbledore’s tone left much to be desired.
THE BURNT CHILD AO3║ff.net║wattpad ★ 1940s Era ★ Slowburn ★ Seer MC ★ Horror Elements ★
‘Well they say a burnt child loves the fire.’ The words sit there on the page and I wonder briefly, wildly, if he’ll recognise them. Surely not. But I can so clearly imagine him in his dorm reading them all the same, sitting on his bed, legs outstretched, diary on his lap, lonesome candle lighting his way. A moment later, his tidy script appears just beneath mine and my stomach twists in horror. ‘They say what fire does not destroy, it hardens.’
after a suicide attempt in 2016
hey dude im on Loves You island and all of your friends are here too. what time are u planning on getting here? we are gonna order pizza
"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out
here’s some more pictures of my weird cat. if you even care
Catherine Pierce, Probably It Will Be Summer Again
fiend by jasmine ledesma
I am good. I am loved.
– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"
[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]
today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy
⭑ settle soft and as pure as snow. tom riddle x reader
summary. he’s tender the way snow is. devout as a prayer that it will clear come spring.
tags. gn reader, ooc tom to 99% of the world but man do i love the 1% to whom it isn't, short little blurb, fear of death / discussions of mortality, fluff, hurt/comfort if you squint but mostly comfort, just. lovers! being lovers! kind of a sequel to your kitchen table in that it's as much an analysis of tom's fears and desires as it is an x reader, i needed this so i wrote it idk what to tell you okay
note. in my long absence i hit 1k followers (!!!???) and while i've struggled to write anything substantial, i really enjoyed this and wanted to share something to somewhat express my gratitude :') have some healed tom (inspired by hozier) and as always, my requests are open in case something sparks inspiration. in the meantime, thanks for everything!!
word count. 791
He’s so suited to this. Beautifully, frustratingly so — born in its longest night and shaded in its sundry tones; its stellular blues and soft, powdery whites — Tom Riddle is December made mortal. (An offensive turn of phrase, you’re sure, but he’s suited to mortality too.) You think he used to charm his cheeks not to flush but relented the effort at some point, some years ago with you, because the cold splashes them pink to his ears now, snow dotting his tousled hair. He has the integrity still to deny your caps and earmuffs with a signature scowl, but — one day.
It’s a walk through the night for no particular reason, with no particular direction. There’s moorland past the trail that winds around your shared abode, tall and dense and magical. It satiates something in him. The unknown. The need for it.
Sometimes he gets restless and doesn’t tell you, only stares furtively from the northernmost window, fingers conjuring spirals of ice on the sill absentmindedly. You take his hand and kiss the cool digits one by one. To remind him of intention.
It’s the decay, you presume. A little voice always tugs him that way, but it gets louder this time of year. With everything shedded, rotted, buried and slumbering, Tom endures watching the cycle he hates most echo into spring. Rebirth, yes, but not how he pictures it. What he knows in the steepest dusks is that one winter will come where he will not wake up again with the flowers, where you might vow to tend whatever garden someday blooms over his grave, a name etched into the stone that none but you will remember. Many winters after that, when you follow him into death and the house is mildewed and lichen clusters his favourite window, the grave will wear until even that is gone to time.
It terrifies him.
So you walk. Intention. Your hand is in his.
The magic of a simple charm warms you somewhat, but you enjoy the subtle sting of cold. You can feel it because you’re alive. It’s the same life that strung you to him in a way that can’t be severed, and now you make new trails in pathless woods and wonder at constellations, spiles broaching syrup into buckets from the trees. You collect them for potions. You invent new ones together, and tease him over a coughing fit in cauldron smoke that immortality is more than living forever.
He kisses you quiet, but he’ll listen later. There’s so much time.
You wonder if it suits you, too — winter — by the way he tends to you when it comes. Doting. You would never have imagined considering him having such a virtue when you met him, but he’s… tender, the way snow is. Devout as a prayer that it will clear come spring. Stinging, soft, ephemeral. You weather him. But how he keeps you warm when the night drags on, and talk of constellations turns to talk of grief, he shelters you.
When your back is bare and you’re laid away from him, he traces the skin like he’s never seen it before. It’s a wonder, you think, to learn the mechanisms of touch like a foreign language. Perhaps it would feel the same for the first thousand times. How many winters did he trace the cool tile of his bedroom wall just like this, with skinny fingers scraping at the mortar on another empty birthday? There are questions even now you think to ask but don’t. He offers the answers mostly as he’s reminded of them: that a clearing in the moors evokes a memory of a bad field trip, a mantelpiece of tchotchkes echo a stolen box in a burning wardrobe, that most things, at times, feel fleetingly disparate, ready to be returned to their right place. Tea will go without sugar again as he will go without you.
Nonsense. This is yours, you tell him, the word sewn between you.
His pink cheeks are all the colour you see in the dark. The tree sap is sweet and light. You write a letter to a potioneer in New Guinea to draft, and turn left instead of right the next night, a new forest discovered within the first. Your New Year’s Eve is a swell of light in birthday candles, laughing into his cheek at some bad joke until the sound is smothered by a kiss he breaks too soon by laughing too. It’s a sound you can’t invent or imagine, words failing you even when you find them for everything else he is.
Spring comes one unsuspecting morning, twice and twenty times, greys strewn in the black of his hair. You smile with crow’s feet into winter again.
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glitter for scars
I uploaded this painting to my print store here!
I also made a phone wallpaper version (1440x3200). Feel free to DM me if you'd like me to send it to you!
letter to theo by vincent van gogh
talent is something you make bloom
The duality of man is thinking “children cannot help themselves and we all need to be patient with them as they explore what it means to be human in public” and also “damn, I wish this crying baby was not on the plane rn :/“
maogeping beauty butterfly in flowers blush in #612 dawn debut ୨୧