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arch, 18+, EN/中文. HP sideblog, primarily art/writing. Mainly TMR & tomarrymort. FUB free.
Tom Riddle Jr is my #1 wretched maladjusted babygirl.
Switch shipper. Multishipper. Variety liker, evidently. Most anything goes. AO3.
No reposts as-is. Do not use my work for AI. Certain non-commercial 'fun' uses permitted. See art usage policy.
Nothing under the cut really matters, but you can read it if you like.
I think DNIs are stupid and infantile.
I rather hate codeine tylenol.
I'm not a fan of OC ships, or Y/Ns, or self-inserts.
I also enjoy whatever other TMR ships fanfics can convince me of, including, but not limited to: riddledore, volbus, tomoine, whatever it is you call TMR/Grindelwald, etc.
Once more: TMR is my abhorrent little meow meow. Unproblematic, untoxic, and beatific. He deserves to kill, maim, manipulate, gaslight, and check off the entirety of an abusive behaviour list. He should also get his arse handed to him, severely, and spend eternity being flayed in a circle of hell.
I think he's enormously tragic. I love a nice tragedy.
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I do not care what you ship, whether you are interested in self-shipping, whether you want to interpret my non-fic art as top/bottom Tom, whether you hate my favs, et cetera, et cetera.
If my work explicitly depicts one dynamic or another, you might find it difficult to convince yourself of the opposite. You're nonetheless welcome to try.
You don't have to enjoy everything I enjoy, obviously. On the other hand, if you like none of it, why are you here?
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Music:
My pitch for a TMR song is O Fortuna.
Also consider the Sibelius violin concertos in D minor. The suite, too, is very lovely.
Sibelius, Violin Concerto in D minor, Op 47, II. Adadio di molto.
Miscellany:
I dislike the majority of baked sweets. And also just sweets.
Having conquered the abject loathing of cakes of my childhood, they have consequently been relegated to the category of "seriously disliked".
I like plain loose leaf teas, primarily CN blacks and greens. Teabags are a crime.
I had codeine tylenol when I had my wisdoms taken out. It sucked.
O Fortuna | O Fortune,
velut luna | like the moon
statu variabilis, | you are changeable,
semper crescis | ever waxing
aut decrescis; | and waning;
vita detestabilis | hateful life
nunc obdurat | first oppresses
et tunc curat | and then soothes
ludo mentis aciem, | as the sharp mind takes it;
egestatem, | poverty
potestatem | and power
dissolvit ut glaciem. | it melts them like ice.
Sors immanis | Fate – monstrous
et inanis, | and empty,
rota tu volubilis, | you whirling wheel,
status malus, | you are malevolent,
vana salus | well-being is vain
semper dissolubilis, | and always fades to nothing,
obumbrata | shadowed
et velata | and veiled
michi quoque niteris; | you plague me too;
nunc per ludum | now through the game
dorsum nudum | I bring my bare back
fero tui sceleris. | to your villainy.
Sors salutis | Fate – in health
et virtutis | and virtue –
michi nunc contraria, | is against me,
est affectus | driven on
et defectus | and weighted down,
semper in angaria. | always enslaved.
Hac in hora | So at this hour
sine mora | without delay
corde pulsum tangite; | pluck the vibrating strings;
quod per sortem | since Fate
sternit fortem, | strikes down the strong man,
mecum omnes plangite! | everyone weep with me!
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