#the heir of Slytherin

[bunny-1111]

Just found Theodore in uniform on Pinterest HELLO, giving prince of the Snakes, giving King of the Serpents I LOVE HIM ruler of my fkn HEARTTTT TEDDDYYYYY

[basiatlu]

Tom Riddle ReDraw

So I was reminiscing with my coworker about cringey old usernames we had used in the past. I looked up one of my old accounts from way back and lo-! Some of my art was still there, ripe for the picking. I was determined to not have the redraw also in profile because as you’ll see with the next hp teenage-art redraw, my comfort zone with faces was quite obvious.

I’m pretty happy with the improvement, here. Thank you bb Bosh for never giving up on your dreams and aspirations✨

Can you take a guess what’s in the 2nd drawing from way back? Hint: it’s not who you’re thinking.

[bekkandaa]

What's your opinion on his Pureblood views / views on muggles?

Oh boy, here we go. This is what I would like to think as a controversial thing, especially considering Riddle as many have different opinions about his views on pure-blood supremacy. However, the way I am analysing Riddle is more looking at his psychological background and so that's how I'll answer this. ( I was quite literally clawing at the bars of my enclosure to not go into a spiel about the politics of it and stay purely psychological.)

Tom Riddle, as a student at Hogwarts, exhibited an attractive persona—talented, polite, charming, and intellectual. Despite his outward charisma and the group of 'friends' he had gathered, it is clear that Riddle harboured no genuine affection for them. Instead, he exploited these individuals, which no doubt shows his want for domination and control of others. This charismatic behaviour is simply a façade, a social mask he uses.

Riddle's public persona can be understood through the lens of pathological narcissism. All humans naturally present a public mask, but for a pathological narcissist, the discrepancy between this mask and the concealed self is honestly stark. Riddle's charming demeanour was used as a strategy to attracted admirers who no doubt fed his own narcissistic needs. This mask is also used to protect his false self from exposure, maintaining his grandiose self-image.

The narcissist's primary goal is to protect and sustain this concocted self-image. This can be visualised as a wheel, where the grandiose false-self is the hub, to which are affixed spokes. These have a specific purpose to protect and sustain the hub of false-self.

Freud's theory on the oral phase highlights the crucial role of the mother in a child's early development, fostering a sense of comfort and dependency to the mother. According to Minderop, parental influence can change the development of the human personality. Looking at these theories, who both stress the importance of parental involvement early in development and how detrimental the lack of it could be, we can attribute Riddle's lack of parental affection and the resulting emotional deprivation significantly contributing to his behaviour and attitudes. These theories support the idea of how Riddle had never seen anyone as an equal, clearly taking advantages of his followers and viewing them as below him.

Riddle's identity and beliefs were deeply intertwined with his blood status. Discovering his ancestry linked to Salazar Slytherin, which would boost his ego and sense of self incredibly, fuelling his delusions on his "idealised parent image." Then came along the revelation of his Muggle father, which shattered his preconceived notions of heritage. This discovery would obviously induce an identity crisis in the boy, igniting a war within him between the person he wants to be and the reality of who he really is. This internal conflict most likely manifested in his actions, such as punishing his father and changing his name. (Riddle's mental breakdown and identity-crisis explained more here.)

Freud states that human behaviour is more influenced by the unconscious mind than the conscious one. The unconscious mind is filled by the human’s painful memories and then tries to protect the conscious mind by hiding them. This can influence someone’s attitude, behaviour and character. For Riddle, the painful memories of his heritage continually resurfaced, despite his unconscious minds attempt to hide them. This is something that is extremely relevant to his views on pure-blood supremacy. He attempts to eradicate his past, such as changing his name to Lord Voldemort and creating Horcruxes show his struggle with his own identity clearly.

(I’m sure we all know what Voldemort actually means. Ironically enough, Riddle was so grandiose ( what a romantic, no really, he was.) as to aim to transcend humanity, (changing his name, horcruxes etc.) that by refusing to accept the inevitably of death, he also practically announces his own humanity to the world.)

Riddle's descent into blood supremacy was fuelled by a combination of person and political factors. There is the abuse he suffered from Muggles, the war he had experienced, the prejudices he encountered in Slytherin, the group of followers he gathers, and his psychopathic tendencies that all contribute to his ideology. ( Riddle cravings of power and the feeling of being in control added onto everything else, honestly makes me think of only one thing; revolution. )

Riddle's appeal to pure-blood ideologies served his ambitions, allowing him to manipulate and control those who would've previously have looked down on him. This pursuit of power mirrors the actions of many world leaders and revolutionaries who sought to reshape the world according to their ideal image. The ideal image is fuelled by internal conflict between his own past and his preconceived ideas.

(This was most likely the intended purpose for his character, as he himself is a malignant narcissist, and many psychiatrists have identified a direct connection between malignant narcissists and evil. Many well-known malignant narcissists are also serial killers and mass murderers.)

Little note I also wanted to add on even if it delves more into Voldemort territory than Riddle; Voldemort seems to punish the Pure-bloods. What I mean by this is, is that Riddle seems to be taking out the fact these pure-bloods are not the ones to usually do this kind of 'dirty work' . He seems to enjoy making them do things that they would normally view as beneath them, it's a power trip. This seems to be more retribution on his end, considering the fact despite how hard he tries he will never be a pure-blood and will never be able to leave his past behind him. (what a petty man ) TLDR : Looking into Riddle's views on Pureblood supremacy reveals a complex interplay of narcissism, early developmental influences, and political motivations.

[mrsnerdygirl]

Dumbledore was right when he said that, if Tom Riddle aka Voldemort would become a teacher at Hogwarts, he would gain more followers.

Personally, if this man would come up to me, professor or not, and say, join my followers, my answer would be so obvious; FUCK YEAH !

[jaykorianddickkoriforlife]

One thing I will always appreciate is the difference between Voldemorts reaction to the destruction of his horcruxes in the movies compared to the book.

In the books, he never becomes aware of the destruction of his horcruxes until much later, and that to me just made no sense. Like he never felt them getting destroyed? Literal pieces of his soul? I know he was all over the place but still.

In the movies, we see him react when they destroy Ravenclaw's diadem. He literally steps back in shock, gasping for air as if he had felt physical pain, even Nagini, his other living horcrux, withdraws into herself. It's what had made him even more paranoid the more time passed with Harry hunting his horcruxes down before that. When Nagini dies, his power collapses, and he has another physical reaction like it's just logical, and I love it so much.

I read once that Voldemort couldn't feel it because he split his soul too many times that it made him so unstable that he couldn't feel it anymore, if the creators could feel it that is since it's not acknowledged in the book like that, but it just- I don't care for that explanation.

I enjoyed that little addition they made. It made the connection between Voldemort and Harry deeper, and it made sense to have it in place to make him so much more paranoid in the movies, adding to his relationship to nagini which I thoroughly enjoy inspecting because of how protective, and caring he is with her, as someone like him could manage to be.

Sure, they have a lot of differences that I don't particularly care for, but that one is one I will always prefer over the book.

[yourfavreggie]

Tom: Monsters don’t make good pets Hagrid

Also Tom: *has a 60 foot long basilisk hiding in the chamber of secrets*

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

Happy birthday to the boy who made our childhood but didn't have one himself. May you never experience the cupboard under the stairs ever again... Happy 44th birthday Harry James Potter your journey from the boy-who-lived to the man-who-conquered will forever be cherished by us potterheads....

[stolenviolet]

Took a poll on Twitter asking what house you all thought Death should be in and the results are in: Our boy is a Hufflepuff!

Loyal (to his master), Just, Hard-working, Patient, Fair and Modest. A nearly perfect fit I'd say!

(Also it pissed his 'father' off so Win, Win.)

[karinagiada]

Probably can’t fix this one. 🐍

[rinekkuri]

The only true heir of Slytherin himself.

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[radical-ghostface]

MC: “I’m not having sex with Sebastian!”

Ominis: “No one is judging you. It’s understandable. Sebastian is strong and mysterious and sort of compact but well-muscled.”

MC: “I am not having sex with Sebastian. But I’m starting to think that you might be.”

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Ominis Gaunt

《 M i s u n d e r s t o o d • ◇ • S l y t h e r i n ' s H e i r 》

Born; 1874 / 1875

Died; { - u n k n o w n - } .

"Everything to do with Salazar Slytherin seems promising! Until it's too late...".

[heirofslytherintommarvoloriddle]

You’ll find that I can be very persuasive

[bekkandaa]

I would love to hear anything else you think about Tom!

I find it really intriguing how the significance of World War II during his formative years is often understated and its impact on his later views and psychological development. This is not to suggest that we should overlook the other influences throughout his life, but I am very much so convinced that the war played a pivotal role in shaping his fear of death. ( I wonder, however, if this perspective might be influenced by more cultural and geographical factors. We in the United Kingdom, for instance, have a very distinctive approach on how we deal with the aftermath of wars. We tend to embed the memories of such conflicts deeply into our national consciousness. While I am not suggesting that other nations lack a serious regard for the war, I am wondering if it's plausible that the opinion on this more controversial view is depending on how a country impacted by the war decided to move on in the aftermath.) Anyways, I don't have too much time to write up a more thorough explanation of my opinions on this right now. Do let me know if you would want to know more as I'm very interested in this factor of his childhood and would love to talk more about it.

[slytherinsrule89]

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Tom Riddle x Reader smut

This does contain smut so be aware. If you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read :)

Word count: 1414

Sitting in class you had already begun to grow bored. What was with these professors in always droning on about topics that have nothing to do with what we are supposed to be learning? Looking around the classroom you spot a boy. He had soft waves in his hair but his expression was hard and unwelcoming. He certainly was hard to read but you had heard of him before. Tom Riddle, you believe, was his name. You’ve never talked to him before. He wasn’t exactly…approachable.

Tom was very sophisticated and practically knew everything. Top of the class and even head boy. It was certainly impressive. “Ms. Y/L/N?” You quickly got out of your little trance and whipped your head up to the professor. “Sorry?” The professor sighed before speaking. ”You’ll be paired with Tom for this project. And partners cannot be changed.” He announced the last bit a bit louder for the whole class to hear.

You looked at Tom but he hadn’t looked back once. This would be fun. By the time class had ended you tried to pack up your books quickly so that you could talk to Tom about the project. But the moment you looked up, he was gone. Goddamn it. When you walked out of the classroom the hallway was too filled with other students to be able to even see him. What a great start, was this man ever going to speak with you?

Later that night an owl flew to your windowsill and perched there, a letter in hand. You gently took it and the owl flew off. That's strange, you don’t often get mail. The envelope didn’t have a name either so you had no clue who it was from. Opening it you were met with a short note in very elegant cursive. Meet me at the library. 9:00. Signed T.M.R. It took you longer than you’d liked to admit to realize it was Tom but whatever.

Checking the time you realize it’s already 8:45. You got up and dressed into some clothes that weren’t as casual as the ones you were wearing and made sure you had all your books and notes. Assuming obviously that he had wanted to either talk about or work on the project together. You walked out of the dorm knowing it was a bit of a longer walk to the library from the girls dormitories and Tom was probably already there.

A bit later you opened the library door and took a moment before seeing Tom in a corner of the library. You weren’t nervous before but it was certainly kicking in now. Awkwardly you walked over and took the seat a few down from his. Without spearing you a single glance he speaks. “You’re late.” A frown quickly swept my face before he started again. “It is 9:01. I said 9:00.” You rolled your eyes internally at that. He was one of those.

Nevertheless, you ignored it and spoke up. “You wanted to work on the project right? Or talk about it at least?” “No.” He replied. What? How could this not be about the project? So far it has been the only thing that’s gotten us to spare a glance at each other. Well excluding when you were staring at him in class before the professor had mentioned the project but never mind that. “So…what exactly is this about then?” You asked him, trying to rid your confusion of the whole situation.

He stayed silent longer than you had the patience for before finally speaking. “You…infatuate me.” Okay, surely my hearing was getting worse because there was no way he just said that but he went on. “You make me feel a way that I’ve never felt before and I don’t like it.” You paused for a moment. Tom Riddle, the Tom Riddle, was admitting feelings…for you. “Are you saying that you have a crush on me?” “I said infatuation, not crush.” You rolled my eyes. “Same thing.”

Tom had sighed “I suppose I do then.” You were in shock. How could someone like him ever like you? Plus you hadn’t even talked to the guy before. “Stand up.” He blurted out. About to ask him why he cut you off and said it again this time with a little more demand to it. A bit hesitant, you stood up and moved your chair in before he quickly did the same thing. In a second he was inches away from you, staring you down. “Tom…?”

Before you could react to anything else his lips smashed into yours and he grips your hips hard pushing you against the table. “Jump.” Not sure what else to do you jumped a bit and he placed me on top of the table before standing between your legs. He quickly resumed with his lips on yours not caring about being gentle whatsoever.

Soon enough you feel his hands begin to grope your thighs, making sure that you’ll be bruised by tomorrow. His hands trailed up closer and closer to where you needed him the most while never once stopping or even slowing his attack on your mouth. Not that you minded one bit. Feeling his fingers stroke your clothed center your mouth let a small moan against his lips which caused him to groan and quickly push your panties to the side, sliding his fingers against your slick.

“So pathetic, you’re already this wet for me little slut?” Tom has wasted absolutely no time shoving a finger into your hole making you let out another noise and as you accidentally bit his lip. The taller boy had groaned again before biting your lip twice as hard causing you to cry out a bit. “You don’t keep that pretty little mouth shut soon and I’ll have to shove my cock into it.” You were shocked at his degrading words but couldn’t get much of a response out as he added another finger and started pumping them in and out at a faster pace.

As soon as he could feel you clenching down on his fingers indicating that you were getting close he took them out, and you let out a loud whine before he shoved you down to the ground on your knees. “Did you not listen to a word I just said? Too much a little slut to keep your mouth shut by yourself huh? Need someone else to do it.” You could only nod dumbly, pleasure and desperation clouding your mind.

Hearing as the zipper goes down your eyes refocus and he’s already pushing his trousers and boxers down revealing his hard cock, precum dripping out from the tip. Your eyes widened at the size wondering how the hell you could fit that in your mouth let alone your pussy. Tom's mouth grew into a smirk at the look on your face. “Come on little slut, you can take it.”

You leaned forward a bit and stroked him a couple times watching as it twitched before slowly you started sucking on the tip. Though quickly you realized that Tom was not going to wait as he took a step closer before started to fuck your face instead, taking his time for a second before losing all patience and just going for it. Tears started streaming down your face and you had kept gagging which Tom seemed to enjoy immensely. After he had found a rhythm you finally started breathing through your nose in order not to not gag so much.

His dick began twitching in your mouth but before he came he pulled you up again and onto the table, wasting no time in slamming his cock into you. Pounding into you mercilessly as you were a moaning mess, blabbering against his shoulder as he groaned above you. “You gonna be a pretty little cum slut for me? Gonna let me cum all over you princess?” I nodded against him, my moans increasing as I came. Still thrusting as my orgasm washed through me, he let me finish before cumming all over my thighs and lower stomach.

Both panting and catching our breaths he gives me a softer kiss. “Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” “Uh huh, only for you Tom.” “Good. That’s what I like to hear.” Helping me fix my skirt leaving his cum on my body, he then pulls up his boxers and trousers as well before starting to walk off. “Same time tomorrow, don’t be late.”

I hope you guys like this, let me know if you want to be tagged in future writings :)

[snapesmorningcoffee]

Tom Riddle, receiving the Award for Outstanding Service to the School after killing Moaning Myrtle and pinning the murder on Hagrid: