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⭑ 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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STRING OF FATE — KIM SUNOO

SYNOPSIS: losing against your rival due to your string breaking during your performance was already embarrassing enough, however, crying in front of them made it even worse.

PAIRING: violinist-rival!sunoo x violinist-gn!reader

WARNINGS: angst, comfort, crying, sunoo is kind of an asshole at the start, mentions of being embarrassed and feeling humiliated.

WORDCOUNT: 1403 words

NOTE: all for sona tbh!!!!!! 😜 ty my taco twin @soov for proofreading 😊

THE IRKSOME SOUND OF YOUR A-STRING SNAPPING PIERCED THROUGH YOUR EARS.

To you, it was unpleasant—vastly unpleasant. However, for Sunoo, that was not the case. He sat at the sidelines of the stage with other violinists, watching you with an amused yet sly smirk.

You couldn’t continue your performance like this, nothing would sound good. Still, you gracefully grazed your bow against the violin’s three perfect strings and its flimsy one.

Every stroke made you, the judges, and the audience cringe. The screeching sounds weren’t something people would offer to hear on their own will.

Once you were done, you brought your violin and your bow down in front of you, bowing in appreciation.

Usually, you would be grateful that they enjoyed your performance. But today you were grateful they were able to sit through the whole thing. If that were you, you wouldn’t dare to stay any longer.

You took your seat, joining the group of violinists, taking note of Sunoo’s smirk in the distance. You would’ve said something that would wipe that smirk right off his face, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t dare to do so.

One word and the river of tears would escape.

You tuned out the next few performances, fighting back the urge to sob on the spot. Although it was hard, you still managed to stay put. You couldn’t embarrass yourself even further, that would only fuel Sunoo’s amusement.

The practice room was quiet and empty. The lights were dimmed and the blinds were closed. You sat in front of your assigned music stand with a pack of A-strings at your feet and your violin on your lap.

Frustration made its way through your system as you fiddled with the strings. All you had to do was switch out the A-string for another one. Normally, you were good at that, but your vision keeps blurring, making everything harder to function with.

The embarrassment from your performance still stayed with you, but somehow felt worse. You were sad and felt humiliated, especially in front of Sunoo.

The doors opened and footsteps approached you, but you were unaware.

The sound of a violin playing filled your ears, the song sounding oh so familiar. Why? Maybe it's because that was your performance song.

You looked up, making eye contact with the culprit, Kim Sunoo. No one was shocked. Of course, it was him. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this.

“What do you need?” You asked, looking away and back at the stripped of strings violin. He crossed his arms while eyeing your movements. You were most definitely struggling.

“I see you’re having some difficulty. I’m sure if your string didn’t snap on stage, you would be beaming. Correct?” Sunoo asked in a teasing tone while you stayed silent.

“That must feel terrible—for you, I mean. Not for me. Best believe I got a 100 on my performance.” He boasted, eyes practically gleaming with satisfaction.

As much as you didn’t want to listen to his words, you had no choice. He wasn’t wrong about anything he said. You were always beaming when you heard your results because they were never bad.

You practiced for so long, fingers even developing small blisters on them everyday. Was all your hard work just a waste of your time? It helped Sunoo win easily, so, was playing violin really your thing or his?

“You should’ve seen the look on your face—utter fear.” He said, chuckling at the replay in his mind.

You began to blink fervently, cursing at the tears that threatened to fall. You couldn’t seem so vulnerable in front of Sunoo, your rival. He wouldn’t let that go forever.

“So,” Sunoo began while heading your way. The closer he got, the harder it was to blink away the tears, one eventually falling down your cheek.

Wonderful. You failed.

You looked away at the sound of his body colliding with the chair across from you. He took the music sheets in front of you, reading them over.

“An A note, yet you played a D note… Surely, this must’ve been out of panic.” He said with a sigh. It was an irritating noise, you hated it.

His gaze shifted to your flimsy movements as you tried adjusting the strings of the violin, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Aren’t you usually good at this?” He asked, pointing at the way your fingers constantly slipped away from each other.

You hated how he was practically able to read right through you; he was aware of how you felt after satisfying results, how good you were at switching out your violin strings, what exact note you messed up at and what notes you switched out of panic.

What else did he know? Your tears were streaming down your face?

Your hands faltered, your shoulders subtly shaking. He watched your movements, confused. You weren’t bickering with him as usual nor were you sending him petty glares.

“Alright, what’s wrong—” His words were silenced by the sudden sob that made its way out of your lips, causing his eyes to widen at the noise as they kept coming.

He placed the music sheets in his lap, unsure of what to do. Truly, he felt terrible. Although he couldn’t see your face, he knew it wasn’t the best sight.

Your hand raised to wipe away at the stream of tears, ruining whatever the stylist had done prior to your performance.

He sat there frozen. He didn’t move an inch, thinking that would make it worse if he did.

“This is embarrassing.” You mumbled, sucking up your sadness and going back to your violin. You tried your best to put back the performance, failing every time.

Once again, you began to cry. You were frustrated at the strings, embarrassed at your performance and that you were crying in front of your worst nightmare, but you couldn’t fight your tears any more.

“Hey,” Sunoo called, gaining your attention. He hesitated on his next move. What if that only made you cry even more?

“I’m sure my words made you feel terrible…” He began, crouching down before you and his hand slowly making its way to your face.

“I apologize.” He said while gently thumbing at your tears. It was weird.

Sunoo should’ve found this amusing, but he didn’t. He felt terrible and his heart ached at the sight before him.

If this took place during the first day you both met, he wouldn’t care enough to bat you and your sobbing figure in the eye. Not even a glance.

He wouldn’t care. So, why did he care right now? It’s only been 7 months since you two first met, and everyday, the tempo in his heart raised when he puts his eyes on you.

“I’ll be honest, your performance wasn’t bad at all. It sounded pleasant at the beginning. Once your string broke, I wouldn’t lie about me being quite worried.” He explained, his other hand now on your cheek and thumbing away at the tears.

“Although it sounded nothing like the song, you still managed to persevere and perform something, right? It was very impressive.” He said as your eyes looked into his whole being filled with tears.

That explained the sly yet amused smirk.

“Certainly, if that were me on the stage, I’d choke. You did better than me, I’m being serious.” A slight smile made its way to his face as he spoke.

“Now, stop crying. Put the performance behind and proceed as if it never happened. You’ll get another try, okay?” He reassured you, thumbing away at the last tear.

Even if he was supposed to hate you right now and you were supposed to hate him, you both couldn’t. You never saw this side of him and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart skip a beat. Plus, he couldn’t do it either.

Is this what his friends meant when they said he was definitely in love? He constantly used the excuse of bickering with you just to talk to you. He loved the facial expressions you made mid argument, they truly fueled his will to live.

“Here, I’ll help you.” He got up from his seat, moving to the chair beside you. He took your violin from your lap, placing it in his as you watched him attentively.

“Thank you,” you thanked as he smiled.

“You’re welcome.”

Ξ © HAKNOM, 2023.

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We got canon Lokius... wrapped in Shakepearean tragedy and epic Norse mythology. It's all in the colours: this beautifully designed production encodes green as Loki, and in the last few episodes, ocean blue is of course Mobius. They're combined in the appearance of the Yggdrasil time tree - Loki-green trunk, Mobius-blue leaves - created by Loki to save his friends at his own expense. And he does it because he has been changed. By love.

So I’ve been digging around the Turtlepedia wiki, going through old tweets from the team who worked on Rise & watched videos covering the scrapped Rise episodes so this is basically a post going through some of the scrapped season 2 stuff for Rise that I have found:

Rise was first written under the basis of there being three seasons

JJ Conway’s twitter posted an episode guide which showed some of the episodes that were expected to be in season two:

As you can see ‘The Clothes Don’t Make the Turtle’ was one of the last episode that was released that fit the original plan for Season 2 before most of the episodes got scrapped or changed & the Rise team had to rush to finish the series.

Some of the episodes we know the synopsis of while others still remain a mystery the scrapped episodes were listed in order as:

Wedding Smashers:

This episode involves Mikey & Raph going undercover as pretend villains ‘Shady Bug & Dr Rude’ to sneak into Ghost Bear’s Wedding after they accidentally gifted Ghost Bear one of Donnie inventions (a black hole generating toaster) as a wedding gift that they then need to retrieve.

The episode was supposed to introduce the character Ghostpepper, Ghostbear’s fiancé 

The episode also brings up some continuity in having the characters be aware that Meatsweats has been missing since the episode Pizza Puffs where he got kidnapped by ‘Shadow fiend’ at the end, I wish this episode hadn’t gotten scrapped because it shows that the Turtles are aware that their enemies are going missing when Big Mama starts kidnapping them for her Battle Nexus New York.

This episode most likely would have shown Ghostbear be kidnapped at the end like how Meatsweats was kidnapped at the end of Pizza Puffs & Hypno was kidnapped at the end of The Clothes Don’t Make the Turtle.   

Warren Stone 2: 

Donnie: Stand back total stranger we are fighting our greatest foe

April kept the arm that she cut off Warren in ‘Warren & Hypno Sitting in a Tree’ & the arm ended up growing into a second Warren Stone, despite April raising this second worm in secret Warren Stone Two ends up becoming the ‘turtles greatest foe’ after Warren Stone Two captures the Turtles, April & the original Warren Stone team up to save the Turtles & defeat Warren Stone 2

Parts of the episodes storyboards can be found on youtube, a running gag appears to be Mikey referring to Warren as ‘that other worm guy whose not Warren two’  

T-Hex

The episode T-Hex covers Mikey desperately wanting a robotic toy but Splinter saying no & Mikey having to sneak the electronic pet into the lair. Though the robot is adorable Mikey learns that it’s not as innocent as it seems & is actually a trap set by Baxter, the episode would have introduced Baxter in an Albearto mech

Psyched Out

Shred Dead Redemption

After the events of Manny Unhappy Returns the Foot Shack has shut down, Foot Lieutenant & Foot Brute open up a cupcake shop selling flaming cupcakes called  Fire and Icing which Raph wants to investigate 

The episode would have involved the Turtles doing a stakeout, a chase scene & the Foot clan putting themselves at odds with Big Mama as they investigate if her new champion ‘Shadow fiend’ has a connection to the missing Shredder.

The Island of Dr. Noe

Dr. Noe, the evil dentist from Todd Scouts ends up kidnapping Raph & Leo ends up having to lead the team in order to rescue Raph & stop the evil dentist.

Something interesting about this episode is when the Rise team were discussing this scrapped episode it was revealed that Leo wasn’t supposed to become the Leader at the end of Season 2, that’s right the iconic ‘Blue You Are The Leader Now’ wasn’t originally supposed to happen, instead Leo was supposed to be pushed into roles where he had to take charge throughout season 2 & the season would end with Raph & Leo as co-leaders.

Battle Nexus NYC (a full 20 minute episode) which was used in the series as Battle Nexus New York, the main difference between the original plan & the episode we got is that originally instead of Cassandra taking the Shredder from Big Mamma, the Grand Nexus Hotel was supposed to have fallen into the Hidden City with both Big Mamma & Shredder leaving The Foot to have to venture into the hidden city to try & retrieve the Shredder.

Toddler Mutant Ninja Turtles

A Mikey focused episode where a ‘bank robbing immortal jellyfish’ zaps Raph, Leo & Donnie, turning them into Turtle Tots & making Mikey the oldest brother for the episode. The episode is said to be inspired by the 1987 series episode ‘Adventures in Turtle Sitting’

Dog Dale Afternoon

April’s friend Dale who we first see in ‘Hypno! Part Deux’ gets turned into a werewolf by a witch & Donnie & April team up to try & turn him back to normal

Bee Story

Goyles Just Want To Have Fun

Huginn & Muninn reunite with Draxum, only to be confused when they find him working as a lunch server. Not wanting Huggin & Muninn to know how soft he’s gotten since his redemption Draxum begs the Turtles to help him look good in front of his former minions.

Rampagin’ Raph

Mikey & Leo have become more skilled in using their mystic powers making Raph feel left behind so Raph tries to practice in secret only to end up stuck in his giant form, Raph goes to to Draxum for help who ends up separating Raph & his mystic projection however the mystic projection ends up rampaging through the city becoming bigger & more powerful with the more things it destroys leaving Raph to have come clean to his brothers about what happened so they can save city. 

Hot Thrash  

Gourd Almighty 

Donnie grows a giant pumpkin for competition & has to have his brothers help him find a way to get the giant pumpkin out of the lair

Two pages of the episodes script were posted on Ron Corcillo’s twitter

A Spiders Web Widens 

Hidden City Heroes 

Gone Goat 

Draxum walks out after having a fight with the family but then gets kidnapped by the Foot. While attempting to rescue Draxum, the family has no choice but to resolve their issues relating to him.

The Key (a full 20 minute episode)

Karai was supposed to be introduced in this episode, she was supposed to have a larger role training the Turtles & with the family spanning around 10 episodes but due to the Rise team rushing to finish the series most of Karai’s episodes were scrapped.

The rest of the episode titles were not finalised however Ron Carney’s twitter posted a schedule board where possible episode titles can be seen.

Though Ron Carney also admitted that some of these titles are fake, the episode April Showers Mayhem Flowers might be real as the team admitted to wanting to do an episode about Mayhem & their status as an agent of the Council of Heads 

The Return of Monty Moose is also probably real as we can see Monty Moose appear in the Rise Movie’s scrapped intro so the team probably had plans for the character in season 2

Monty Moose is a toy line only character from the 1987 series so Rise introducing him as an actual character is kind of cool

For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.