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Just recently stumbled across ur blog, and I gotta say, I absolutely adore art n style and just everything!!!

awaaa🥰😭 you have no idea how happy that makes me!! thank you so much for liking my art❤️❤️❤️

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tomarry doodles 😌❤️ i havent really been in interested in any tomarry media, but hopefully that will change after i go on a fic splurge

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I'm confused, you not only draw but you also write ff? Do you have a masterlist?

i do write fics! unfortunately, all of them are unfinished and i haven't updated them in a year or so, but if you're still interested, i could make a masterlist and links them? i have been trying to slowly get back into tomarry, so hopefully ill be able to finished unfinished chapters and post them

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some ravenclaw tom i felt like i didnt render enough, so i tried to mimic an old rendering style of mine 😭

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Do you have a full body drawing of your uniforms for Hogwarts? I just love it, it's such a unique design, I'd cosplay that for sure~

i do!

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some whiteboard au you have no idea how hard it was to not draw tom without his signature hair and eyes alas, plot

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Whiteboard Au Snippet

(this is part of my whiteboard tomarry au!)

Harry was heaving.

He couldn't breathe - he thinks he might die - A hand touched his shoulder. "...Potter..." Harry's wide wet eyes rolled up to stare at a Tom Riddle- He - he was on his four-hundred and thirty-first life, yes, he was being touched by a version of Voldemort's first Horcrux, the Diary. The Diary was harmless - he was okay - he was okay - Harry's open mouth trembled as he heaved quietly, snot and tears and drool dripping onto the floor where his hands shook and clutched the stone slabs. The hand on his shoulder ghosted there for a moment longer before the Diary pulled it away, cradling it with his other hand as he stared down at Harry. His hand was bleeding. Harry must have done that. He could feel warm blood cool on his skin as it seeped through his clothes where the hand had rested. Red eyes filtered to Harry and to their surroundings for a few moments before they bled into brown once more, and the Horcrux let out a tiny forced exhale, gathering his wits as he lowered down on the balls of his feet, robes draping on the floor. "Potter..?" The Diary tried again, quietly. Harry stared at him dully, sniffing wetly, and he slowly moved to sit up instead of being on his fours. "Where are we?" He mumbled coldly, head throbbing as his nose began to unclog and he could breathe again. "The Room," The Diary supplied quietly, muffled by the arms he had perched on his knees. Harry righted his glasses, combing through his hair. "I'm sorry," the thing said, catching Harry's eyes, and avoiding them with all his might. "You panicked and I had nowhere to take you." "I would have been fine." The Diary stared blankly at Harry, brown eyes staring down at the drool slipping down his chin. Harry licked his lips, slowly coming to a stand, staying spitefully silent. He knew the Diary was correct. It didn't make him feel any less aggravated. He should have just killed the Diary if it was going to get in his way. (Even if, his mind supplied unhelpfully, the Diary has already pulled his weight in saving him from having to answer many questions by prying eyes.) Harry's eyes roved over the Diary, who hadn't gotten up from his crouch. Harry sniffed again, the shame boiling his organs. "This is normal," he eventually said, opening the door. His heart burned from where the magic pumped in his chest. He wiped away the drool on his chin, swallowing any left in his mouth. The Diary finally stood, distantly glancing at Harry. Even with the disadvantages and overall obedience of the thing, Harry hated how aloof he was. The Diary might be at Harry's mercy, but those dark eyes made Harry feel as if he was in his first loop all over again, trembling in the deep catacombs of Hogwarts. This Diary was different from all the other ones. Whether it was the feeling of dying four-hundred and thirty-one times, or this loop was just strange in itself, Harry didn't know. Tom Riddle would die of embarrassment if he saw his Horcrux. Harry couldn't tell if it was because his Diary was a pushover, or that it was infinitely better at adapting to its situations.

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"People can't just get obsessed over other people." "But it's super easy to ❤️" (just some nefarious yandere oc shenanigans)

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"Oh, God, please…"

[Harry Potter had never wanted this to happen, but before him lay a field of bodies and rubble.]

[Harry Potter was tired, and he begged the creature in front of him to kill him. A final boss of seven, the seventh of hundreds of levels.]

[Harry potter's mind broke on his four-hundred and thirtieth loop.}

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Tom Marvolo Riddle's Diary stared down at the little child in front of him, sword brandished as the boy flicked away the blood of his Basilisk, eyes acidly green. And broken.

Tom Marvolo Riddle's Diary felt a shiver of fear, but it settled into his brain, like a weed suffocates the beautiful flowers to overrule them and gain more sun.

[On Harry Potter's four-hundred and thirty-first life, Tom Marvolo Riddle's Diary, and first Horcrux, remembered each time he was killed.] (i made an au, lovingly called whiteboard au, and it sates my innate urges for destruction and time loops)

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au:

diary tom was made out of the fear of dying, but also because it would lock away any part of yourself that you consider undesirable.

tom riddle got rid of the little child, and the tired growing up adult.

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"Do you remember that cruise ship we went on when we were younger?..... Shouldn't we remember what happened?" (its not tomarry but it IS an au i am pleased with so here it is)

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new cursed ship just dropped tom sr and james potter ❤️❤️❤️

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just some tomarry doodles 😌 i actually colored toms hair instead of just blacking it out in my lineart

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redid the designs on the bittsy family!! made them look more intune with the 60's 😌

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i consulted the old og doodles and concepts i made of blood is thinner before i actually wrote it and jfc it was so much darker than it turned out

i kinda am debating revamping blood is thinner and make it the deaddove i wanted back then

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an addon onto a really old au of mine

and with an actual sort of in-depth explanation of it! [regretful yandere au]

tom kills james after seeing a bruise on harrys neck from a hand, and he immediately regrets it because he knows harry, regardless if james abused him or not, dearly loved his father

lily has the dursleys move in, and they start to hurt him too

the little town of hogsmeade is getting a sudden influx of missing people, and tom is panicking because he never even meant to kill james, but now hes killed dudley and a girl who bullied harry, and people think theres a murderer on the lose

tom had just wanted to make sure harry never got hurt again

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im a bit busy, so enjoy a snippet of an au

Au: (Worried Neighbor Tom Au) Harry is addicted to drugs (16), and his neighbor, Tom (28), is so worried about the little boy that's constantly sitting outside on the porch. - "You look like you're dying."

Oh, those hands were so soft. Harry wanted to just -

He grasped Tom's hands which were checking his gaunt face, nuzzling his sensitive lips to the skin. It felt so nice.

Tom stared at Harry, blue iced with distress, and the man looked behind him on the porch aimlessly.

"Are your parents home?"

"No," Harry easily replied, tone sort of jovial and thick, like he was much too aware to slur but his tongue was heavy. This made Tom seem to panic. "Well, sir, why are you here - and touching me?"

"You find a drooling child on the porch at three in the morning, anyone is bound to ask if you're okay - are you high?"

"No," Harry happily said, and Tom immediately patted his cheek a bit.

"Okay, up, let's go, we're going to my house until I can get in contact with your relatives," he ordered, and when Harry lamely stared the man sighed and he grasped at the boy, helping him into a stand.

His hands were quite thin but large, and most importantly a comforting warmth, so Harry didn't mind so much as he was brought across the street and into a tiny one story house.

Harry wiped his mouth of wetness as he entered the very cold house, shivering and letting himself be seated at the dining table.

He patted his thighs with his fingers whilst inspecting the living room and kitchen that he could see from the dining area, noticing Tom slip the phone out of its receiver on the island and looking down to it.

"Who can I call?"

Harry scratched his face, swaying a bit. "Uhhhh…Remus Lupin, number is…"

Tom's fingers hovered over the buttons, eyes raising up from an angle when Harry went silent.

Harry was laying his head on the table, waves of panic and overwhelming shame coming to him now, and he made a helpless noise.

"Can you just…not call anyone?"

Tom's lips pressed thin.

"I know you're only sixteen, Harry. Can you please just tell me a number so I can get you to a safe guardian? I don't -" he exhaled and dropped the phone, making Harry flinch and raise his head up from the wood, "Harry, I'm going to have to call the police if you don't."

Harry felt a cold wave rush down his spine and freeze his thighs, making them tense.

"Oh - but - but I-"

Tom moved away from the sink and traveled to Harry, crouching down low so he was on the balls of his feet and his arm was between his legs while a hand gripped the table.

Harry shifted a bit, nervously aware of the attention and eye contact that came with the added height of his position.

"Buddy, you need to be truthful with me, because honestly right now this looks like an abused kid not wanting to go home while on drugs," Tom's voice was soft and calm, but it was sending Harry over the edge.

Harry burst into tears and he made a physically pained noise, gripping Tom's shoulders. "Please please please don't call anyone, please, please I'll do anything please-" He let out a winded and wet sob and that seemed to end the man, Tom's face turning into a grimace of discomfort as he stood and smoothed his hand over Harry's head.

"Shh, Shh, calm down, I haven't called anyone," he whispered, guiding Harry to sit up right, "Let's breathe - buddy can you breathe with me? Just slow, steady….okay…there we go…"

Tom's hands were in his hair and on his chest and Harry gripped the one pressing on his heart, sobbing and gasping out, struggling to relax.

"You're okay, you're okay," Tom whispered. Harry stared up at the man, the yellow light above the table making a halo out of this thirty-something stranger. "You won't call..?" "..." "No." There was heavy resignation in the man's tone. Harry felt too much joy to worry about why this man knew his name.