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Lord Voldemort Rp blog
Indi semi selective, Rp blog for the Harry potter character Lord Voldemort. Mun is 25+ Multi muse blogs, AU, Other fandoms, all welcome to interact.
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Her lips where warm and smooth. There was a aftertaste of berries on them. Leaving his own cool ones feeling waxy. What shocked Tom more wasn't the pleasing kiss but the fact that she did it. Boldly so.
They had always played the game. Skirting around the others boundries. Or had it just been him?
Tom stared at those lips.
"Mmm then warm me."
Tom leans in presses his lips to hers. The same softness and warmth only less tense. Feeling the edge of her jaw with his fingers. Letting his hand rise up and rake through her hair.
For the first time forgetting his school work.
@tmvoldemort asked: "Have you come to ruin my reputation?" Tom said not sure he cared why she had snuck into the boys dorm. "If so we might as well finish out project."
A small smirk plays on her lips as she leans against the banisters at the foot of his bed. She tilts her head to the side, "Which one?" She muses curiously, green hues wandering his form appreciably.
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Harry's cry was like a breathless bird. A small whimpering animal under the palm of his hand. It stir there in Tom's loins. Like a sip of Fire whiskey settling in his gut.
"Come now."
Tom withdrew his hand, face flushed. Sensing he took his game in a whole new direction. One he wasn't sure how to play his hand in.
"No need for that. As you said we are friends."
The back of his hand brushing Harry's cheek. Feeling the others pleasing warmth. Enjoying it Enjoying the other signature scent. Having him lean in again, inhaling.
"You do trust me." He asks wondering if he trust himself at this moment. Both of them alone as he rests his lips upon the others temple.
Tom ran a finger along the cluster of nick nacks. Stopping at a volume of some old, dog ear book. Pulling it out to flip through the pages. Allowing the other to openly watch him. Knowing they wouldn't had his attention been on them.
"I once saw a man die. This was during the war in the summer. Before they could get us all to the country side."
Tom's eyes were blank as if it wasn't suppose to be a strong memory. Even though it dwell heavy in his brain.
"A bomb took him. In the rubble I saw him. And he me."
Tom stopped flipping through the pages, "But his death wasn't the one that had me fearing dying."
But Tom said to much.
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@obscurebelief
Growls some. "No one. I belong to no one!" He refused to accept he belonged to anyone again, he had fought so hard to be free.
Voldemort smiles. "The spirit in this one."
He side steps the others wand hand. Keeping close to the youth.
"You need a teacher, a mentor to show you the way. In the way Grindelwald could never."
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The Dark Lord bow at her insistance. Ignoring her still hidden followers.
"No."
A hand clutch near his chest. He was so close to the divine. Close to what he himself long for. All knowing, she who would know his path forward. But the power that hum off her made him jealous.
"I come seeking knowlage. A seeker only. Laying all his worldly skill and even his wand at your alter."
He kept his head hung. His breathing shorten with excitement.
The Dark Lord head was bowed but dare a glance up at this goddess. A real one. Not a phoney low brow concept. A fable made to scare the silly to moral rightness. Or anicent tales as old as Magic themselves. But one lo and before him.
"This is the mortal world, Mistress. All creatures here obey the prey and predator laws."
Voldemort made the sign, her hand sign. Righting himself up on one knee. Careful to show his movements.
Wondering if he was a rare few who gain her kinds attention. Making his desire seem more justified.
"But it is not them who I came for. You will have all your servants when I depart."
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@starwrittenfates
Severus simper under Lily smile.
"You truly make me the happiess man on earth."
A thousand emotions burst out of him. He could run a mile. Jump on top of the golden fountain in the Ministry of Magic. But right at that moment he wanted to kiss her. To wrap his arms around her middle. Pulling her nearer to him. Feeling her truly in his embrace. Already burning as he was from under the touch of her hand. She scorch him through.
But Severus held frim.
No. Not yet. Not until he had her fully. Not till he place his mothers ring on her finger.
"They won't bother you now." Thinking of her future, an off hand comment, "Not when we're married. You'll see."
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The slits in his face twitch as if smelling something sour. Something off about the other man.
"Tainted by filth." He spoke mainly to himself, "But that is fine. It can be dealt with."
Realizing the other was speaking. The shaking in his leg said that he was ready to run, to jump into action. Be it to fight or flee out the window. Lord Voldemort was sure the other was still transfix by the wizard in front of him.
"Sadly we haven't a moment. The Ministry has been looking for you as well."
He slowly advance towards the other. "Seeing as Lord Voldemort is the jealous sort you and your anicent magic will have to come with me."
@resignedworkaholics
Voldemort stood statue still. His eyes swept over the other.
"You reek of magic." His otherworldly voice broke the stale air.
"Anicent magic, how have you hidden yourself for so long?"
There was real interest now. As Voldemort took a step towards him. Inhaling deeply as if he could smell the sin of magic from his prey.
"How did I not find you before now?"
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Tom started at her pouty lips. The soft gloss glittering on the lower one. How she gently sway towards him. "Mmm,"
His hand reaching for the side table where he kept his folder. Flipping through the loose leaf parchment papers. "Lady's choice, Potions essay or the History one?"
Doubting she break school rules to just do school work.
He crawl to the end of his bed chilled just being in his night clothes. The fabric worn and second hand.
@tmvoldemort asked: "Have you come to ruin my reputation?" Tom said not sure he cared why she had snuck into the boys dorm. "If so we might as well finish out project."
A small smirk plays on her lips as she leans against the banisters at the foot of his bed. She tilts her head to the side, "Which one?" She muses curiously, green hues wandering his form appreciably.
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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.
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Uhm....I wonder...Why could Tom Riddle be a mama boy if his mother were still alive...? o3o
//Personally if I look at which of his followers are closet to him they are mostly women. Bellatrix, Delphini and, his adoptive potion mother, Nagini.
He has a mother size hole in side him. Shamed that she died so a fear of longing for her. That and she is his legit link to Salazar Slytherin. The thing that makes him speical in his own world.
Now being raised by Merope might not have stopped him from being Voldemort or have been healthy cause lets face it that woman was troubled. But can you imagine the hold she might have over him. Scary.
#I could write an essay but to save everyones time I'll just do a simple version#ooc#about Voldemort
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If Merope Gaunt had lived, Tom would’ve been the biggest mama’s boy ever.
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@resignedworkaholics
Voldemort stood statue still. His eyes swept over the other.
"You reek of magic." His otherworldly voice broke the stale air.
"Anicent magic, how have you hidden yourself for so long?"
There was real interest now. As Voldemort took a step towards him. Inhaling deeply as if he could smell the sin of magic from his prey.
"How did I not find you before now?"
@tmvoldemort semi-plotted starter
The strange memories of a world beyond the one he had been brought into had only been haunting Q for a few days; he had been too worried to tell anyone since a world of magic was certainly just confirmation he was actually losing his mind. He had been trying to work out if it was some kind of error in his programming when he came home to find no cats to greet him a strange aura in his little house.
Carefully hanging up his coat, but keeping his satchel on just in case, he wandered further into his house until he was standing in the entryway to the living room. There was a man in his house... How had he gotten past the security?! The next biggest question was just what was he? "W-who are you?" The Quartermaster demanded, since that sounded far politer than 'what'... Not that he was sure manners mattered for a man who had broken into his house.
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The Dark Lord head was bowed but dare a glance up at this goddess. A real one. Not a phoney low brow concept. A fable made to scare the silly to moral rightness. Or anicent tales as old as Magic themselves. But one lo and before him.
"This is the mortal world, Mistress. All creatures here obey the prey and predator laws."
Voldemort made the sign, her hand sign. Righting himself up on one knee. Careful to show his movements.
Wondering if he was a rare few who gain her kinds attention. Making his desire seem more justified.
"But it is not them who I came for. You will have all your servants when I depart."
@tmvoldemort
It was all technically fine. The perfect gifts - he must've spent hours studying and memorizing the prayers. A few of the nearby apostles scurried when he arrived, although some of the braver peeked out once more when things went silent. Almost too silent.
Perhaps the rites hadn't worked. After all the Timekeeper wasn't a distant god to those who were warranted her gifts. She visited everyone at least once.
But alas, the winds blew and a heavy scent of heat filled the air as a veiled woman - hourglass staff in one hand - appeared before her guest.
" ... You have frightened my followers. "
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Canon: Both Sirius and Voldemort mention Bellatrix and Rodolphus together in Goblet of Fire, as a married couple. They torture the Longbottoms together and she defends him (alongside Rabastan and Barty) during her trial. She and Rodolphus are paired together in the Department of Mysteries. In the Battle of the Seven Potters, Rodolphus takes a curse meant for Bellatrix. In Cursed Child, Delphi refers to him as 'Bellatrix's loyal husband'.
Rowling: She took a pureblood husband, because that was what was expected of her, but her true love was always Voldemort.
Somehow, fanon: Bellatrix hated Rodolphus! She was forced to marry him! He was...abusive.
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