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monochrome is fun . i have nothing else to say this is a fun little moodboard

i love thinking about how me and tom will visit the library of alexandria when we are doing our time traveling shenanigans because we heard there are books on horcruxes there . or about how we will sneak into a vampires masquerade ball in the 1600s france because of the same reason. like. we’re just going on quests at this point. adventuring with my sorta evil boyfriend! we certainly will NOT get into trouble at all…… yeah.

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

the way i'm going to be clinging onto tom for HOURS when i shift to my hogwarts dr ....... we'll be on that long ass train ride to hogwarts anyway . NO WAY he is getting rid of me in those hours lmfao

i would say i can’t believe i’m shifting to go to school but that would be a lie. i’ve always liked school. i like learning. i like academic validation. so yes. i am shifting to harry potter for the school, a little bit. yeah, i am probably a teachers pet. yeah, it probably pisses off tom so damn much that the professors like me more than him (if only he was less.. creepy idk sjdjskdj). yeah…… like!???!!?!?!? ITS MAGIC. ITS A MAGIC SCHOOL. we learn spells and shit. make POTIONS. learn magic world history. ITS MAGIC idk HOW someone could say that harry potter is a boring place to shift to when it has so much potential??????????? anyway rant over bye

btw he pulls me on his lap and reads along with me when he’s bored. btw he tickles me on mornings when i don’t want to leave his bed. btw he thinks he’s sooooo smooth and suave but i’ve literally caught him staring at me like he has tunnel vision thousands of times. btw he slips me notes in class after vehemently refusing to sit next to me because i am “distracting”. btw he doesn’t just let me walk away from conversations and always pulls me back by my waistband. btw he scratches my back until i fall asleep. btw he has lovingly caressed a picture of me he keeps so many times it has worn down (he periodically magics it to restore it) . yeah. i miss him 😭🙂‍↕️😌🥲🥲🥲😭💀

💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💓💓💓💗💓💗💓💗 my maaaaaaaaaaannnnnn

writes his little plans about achieving immortality with his unicorn glitter pen. i see you tom. i get you .

i play the harp and tom plays the violin by the way . just remembered this little bit . Hahahhahahahsjshxkehdkexiowjdowkx IMISSHIM

is it very audacious of me to shift to my hogwarts dr, where i will be an illegal time traveling historian and my boyfriend (husband) is tom riddle, without a script? yeah. am i still doing it? yeah.

can't believe tom riddle can make me giggle in another universe. when did i get here. how did this happen. i was supposed to hate that man

we are very Did you know there is a tunnel under Ocean Blvd btw.

AND WHAT OF THE LOVERS . . .                  ╱    . hogwarts desired reality

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉

I. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

A curious little thing, Tom Riddle was the day he was born━his eyes, which had just blinked open, had latched its vision onto his mothers hand, and his tiny fingers and his tiny arm had reached up to touch, to see, to learn the love of his mother. This Tom Riddle is borne out of love, and is raised being loved. It makes all the difference. And yet━he is still fascinated by death. Still, he wishes to know of a way to evade it. Still, it makes his skin crawl.

So, he will find a way. Tom Riddle comes to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, with one goal. Learn enough and beyond to create a path for immortality. A little obsession for a curious little thing.

II. JUDITH WARD

One thing Judy Ward has always possessed is a curious mind. It is a family trait that gives way to another family trait━obsession with ones passion. She has been reading and observing and asking since she was shorter than her mothers office desk. Inquisitive child she was, and curious girl she is━she has latched onto the past and the field of history. Why did it happen? Who did it happen to? Why is it important? How did it change things? Can the effects be seen even now? How did the people live? How were they similar to us? How have we changed from them? What can she learn from them?

But reading about it isn’t enough. It does not satiate her. She needs to live it, to be the primary source, she has to see it, experience it, understand it wholly━so she will. And thus comes the single-minded ambition on traversing through time itself. Maybe figuring out independent time travel will satiate the need for innovation and exploration for this curious mind.

III. PARTNERS IN CRIME

Though surprisingly, not many crimes will be committed in this partnership. You see, these two bring out the best in each other. Albeit these two are intense personalities, their intensity seems to dwindle rather than sharpen—they soften each others jagged corners, ease the tension in their eyes. Suppose its what happens when kindred spirits meet. He knows how to stop her impulsiveness and she knows how to ease his franticness.

Tom knew from the moment he saw her in the restricted section in their first year, saw her focused, widened eyes, the way she would whisper to herself that sounded more like hissing from the outside, and the book she had picked (Advanced transfiguration, Volume III: Threads of reality by Serafina Nott), and knew that she was like him. That she had that purpose to learn, to know, to understand whatever idea her young mind had found most interesting. He needed that singular seven second long insight into the way eleven-year-old Judith Ward chose to spend her afternoon to know that he wanted to be the one. The someone that wouldn’t find him odd, that would maybe talk with him about something other than that stupid quidditch game, or the fucking weather, that he could exist with.

He got what he wanted. Judith Ward had others be friendly enough with her, but she never really got them. She never really got how they could be ambition-less (though when she looks back, she realizes that she and Tom were the only eleven-year-olds that had lifelong ambitions). She never really got why they didn’t scurry to the library to get their hands on whatever new book Madam Moon had brought in. Tom Riddle was a blessing. She latched onto him like she latched onto history━and Tom let her roots grow around him, let her plant him into her little garden of life, let her have him for the rest of their lives.

From that moment onwards, they have never walked alone. The curious little thing and the little historian, partners in crime and life.

𓊈 𓆈 𓊉

 yeah. i don’t know if ANY of this makes sense. but we are soulmates and everything is great haha.

AND WHAT OF THE LOVERS . . .                  ╱    . hogwarts desired reality

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉

I. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

A curious little thing, Tom Riddle was the day he was born━his eyes, which had just blinked open, had latched its vision onto his mothers hand, and his tiny fingers and his tiny arm had reached up to touch, to see, to learn the love of his mother. This Tom Riddle is borne out of love, and is raised being loved. It makes all the difference. And yet━he is still fascinated by death. Still, he wishes to know of a way to evade it. Still, it makes his skin crawl.

So, he will find a way. Tom Riddle comes to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, with one goal. Learn enough and beyond to create a path for immortality. A little obsession for a curious little thing.

II. JUDITH WARD

One thing Judy Ward has always possessed is a curious mind. It is a family trait that gives way to another family trait━obsession with ones passion. She has been reading and observing and asking since she was shorter than her mothers office desk. Inquisitive child she was, and curious girl she is━she has latched onto the past and the field of history. Why did it happen? Who did it happen to? Why is it important? How did it change things? Can the effects be seen even now? How did the people live? How were they similar to us? How have we changed from them? What can she learn from them?

But reading about it isn’t enough. It does not satiate her. She needs to live it, to be the primary source, she has to see it, experience it, understand it wholly━so she will. And thus comes the single-minded ambition on traversing through time itself. Maybe figuring out independent time travel will satiate the need for innovation and exploration for this curious mind.

III. PARTNERS IN CRIME

Though surprisingly, not many crimes will be committed in this partnership. You see, these two bring out the best in each other. Albeit these two are intense personalities, their intensity seems to dwindle rather than sharpen—they soften each others jagged corners, ease the tension in their eyes. Suppose its what happens when kindred spirits meet. He knows how to stop her impulsiveness and she knows how to ease his franticness.

Tom knew from the moment he saw her in the restricted section in their first year, saw her focused, widened eyes, the way she would whisper to herself that sounded more like hissing from the outside, and the book she had picked (Advanced transfiguration, Volume III: Threads of reality by Serafina Nott), and knew that she was like him. That she had that purpose to learn, to know, to understand whatever idea her young mind had found most interesting. He needed that singular seven second long insight into the way eleven-year-old Judith Ward chose to spend her afternoon to know that he wanted to be the one. The someone that wouldn’t find him odd, that would maybe talk with him about something other than that stupid quidditch game, or the fucking weather, that he could exist with.

He got what he wanted. Judith Ward had others be friendly enough with her, but she never really got them. She never really got how they could be ambition-less (though when she looks back, she realizes that she and Tom were the only eleven-year-olds that had lifelong ambitions). She never really got why they didn’t scurry to the library to get their hands on whatever new book Madam Moon had brought in. Tom Riddle was a blessing. She latched onto him like she latched onto history━and Tom let her roots grow around him, let her plant him into her little garden of life, let her have him for the rest of their lives.

From that moment onwards, they have never walked alone. The curious little thing and the little historian, partners in crime and life.

𓊈 𓆈 𓊉

 yeah. i don’t know if ANY of this makes sense. but we are soulmates and everything is great haha.

also the time period of this dr is technically the 1950/1960s but like. in a chilling adventures of sabrina and riverdale sort of way. it is retro and modern. there is modern clothing & fashion trends, etc. idk i have a very specific style set in my for myself in this reality and it is definitely not 60s so. yeah

A     TRIPTYCH     FOR

THE DEATH OF PRIDE

 𓊈 𓇖 𓊉

             I. The fall of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ward

It is the year 1950 and the 26th of July when perhaps the leading family of British wizarding aristocracy—certainly the most elite, the most feared, the most traditional—falls apart because of infighting. The thing about these noble families is that they don’t always get along, isn’t it? Well, the Ward’s infamously never got along. They were quite the dynasty, the first children of the first children always having three to four children per generation, which meant cousins uncles aunts that sometimes never even met. They were not closely knit, like you would see the Malfoy’s, or the Black’s, or the Gaunt’s being. Despite this, they were all known for their pride, their almost obsessive passions, their fickle temper, their dramatics, and their powerful magic—but never known for having similar ideals of politics. It was both their differences and their similarities that caused their end.

On the fifth birthday of the heir, the Ward’s—for the first time in two centuries—were all in the same place, at the same time. The ancestral seat of the Ward’s (which was dubbed “Fools March” after an incident an heir of House Ward had with Merlin) had welcomed the weight of the family’s magics and their horrid attitudes gracefully, and was repaid in Ward fashion. It took a simple, misplaced comment from a cousin to the third uncle of the heir for the family to put on their metaphorical suit and armor—choose which side to take and ready their shields and swords (presumably all metaphorical) to fight. Imagine a baroque battle scene painting. Now imagine enraged and crazed wizards and witches instead of knights and stallions, imagine their swords and spears as wands and flashes of green red white blue magic. Imagine burnt tapestries and carpets and drapes. Imagine broken vases and broken stained glass, burnt wooden floors, and caved down ceilings around them.

What happens when a family filled to the brim with magical prowess and uncontrollable force turn on each other? Well, they turn their ancestral seat into ruins, and themselves into corpses.

             II. The raising of Judith Ward

She is not proud of her surname, Judith. Her mother told her she shouldn’t be, so she isn’t. She is a flower birthed by Fool’s March’s soil, the roots of her name in the first first-child of the first Lord Ward. She was planted on foreign soul at the age of five, by the shaky hands of a young mother that was left family-less, determined to make her child better than all of them. So, Judith Ward isn’t proud of her family. She does not enjoy displays of richness and she does not enjoy her mothers tired eyes. She does not enjoy the thought of her destructive family. She is not proud of her bursts of magic, and she is not proud of the way she looks, because her mother gets that sad look when she says ‘you have your grandfathers face’.

Her mother, beautiful like lilies, withered when her home soil got covered by ash and grime. Judith Ward works hard to make her mother proud. She studies well and does well in school. She has muggle friends, and she goes to the cinema to watch muggle movies. She tells her of the funny future-visions she has, to hear a burst of laughter. She finds little trinkets to fill their little London home with. She doesn’t throw tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants, because she is not proud, and she refuses to be spoiled. She reads books she likes and talks to her mother about them. She pets stray cats and stays away from stray dogs, as her mother is scared of them. She reads the articles her mother writes on the newspaper, even though some words are too long to understand.

Judith Ward is not proud of her surname, because her family was bad. Judy is proud of her little family, her and her mother, because they are good people. She will grow petals and bloom under the careful and gentle watch of her mother.

             III. (Who will you see in her eyes?)

You will see the budding historian Judith Ward, who intends to keep all her findings, analysis, commentary to herself, thank you very much. It is not a matter of pride━her curiosity has driven her to dabble in the dangerous art of time travel, and she simply wishes to not be sentenced to a Dementor’s Kiss before her first kiss.

You will see a passionate (obsessed) daughter, fascinated by ancient civilizations, obscure historical events, and the concept of time passing. Not fascinated by the future, because she sees it. You will see that she finds joy in little things, and that she could find a little bit of soul and have something sentimental to say about many things. You will see that she has bloomed into a beautiful lily, like her mother. You will see that the once-foreign soil she inhabited, she has turned into a garden. You will see that she has strong magic and a stronger heart and a lot of love. You will see that she is kind, that she is not prideful.

 𓊈 𓅪 ╱ 𓇖 𓊉

 𓊈 𓉳 𓊉

i guess this is my introduction for my second hogwarts dr???? there isn't much about me here but this is like. the vibes. the aura. the atmosphere. heir of a fallen house, slytherin, seer, historian, time-traveler, incredibly sentimental. i am weirdly alia atreides-coded in this dr. from dune: messiah . a bit of “vinsmoke” sanji and nico robin sprinkled in. from one piece . idk its really not as dramatic as i made it sound here i just tapped into my 2021-wattpad-ocxcharacter-fanfic-era energy whilst writing.

more may come about this dr. or maybe not! depends completely on my mood! hope you enjoyed reading!!!

A     TRIPTYCH     FOR

THE DEATH OF PRIDE

 𓊈 𓇖 𓊉

             I. The fall of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ward

It is the year 1950 and the 26th of July when perhaps the leading family of British wizarding aristocracy—certainly the most elite, the most feared, the most traditional—falls apart because of infighting. The thing about these noble families is that they don’t always get along, isn’t it? Well, the Ward’s infamously never got along. They were quite the dynasty, the first children of the first children always having three to four children per generation, which meant cousins uncles aunts that sometimes never even met. They were not closely knit, like you would see the Malfoy’s, or the Black’s, or the Gaunt’s being. Despite this, they were all known for their pride, their almost obsessive passions, their fickle temper, their dramatics, and their powerful magic—but never known for having similar ideals of politics. It was both their differences and their similarities that caused their end.

On the fifth birthday of the heir, the Ward’s—for the first time in two centuries—were all in the same place, at the same time. The ancestral seat of the Ward’s (which was dubbed “Fools March” after an incident an heir of House Ward had with Merlin) had welcomed the weight of the family’s magics and their horrid attitudes gracefully, and was repaid in Ward fashion. It took a simple, misplaced comment from a cousin to the third uncle of the heir for the family to put on their metaphorical suit and armor—choose which side to take and ready their shields and swords (presumably all metaphorical) to fight. Imagine a baroque battle scene painting. Now imagine enraged and crazed wizards and witches instead of knights and stallions, imagine their swords and spears as wands and flashes of green red white blue magic. Imagine burnt tapestries and carpets and drapes. Imagine broken vases and broken stained glass, burnt wooden floors, and caved down ceilings around them.

What happens when a family filled to the brim with magical prowess and uncontrollable force turn on each other? Well, they turn their ancestral seat into ruins, and themselves into corpses.

             II. The raising of Judith Ward

She is not proud of her surname, Judith. Her mother told her she shouldn’t be, so she isn’t. She is a flower birthed by Fool’s March’s soil, the roots of her name in the first first-child of the first Lord Ward. She was planted on foreign soul at the age of five, by the shaky hands of a young mother that was left family-less, determined to make her child better than all of them. So, Judith Ward isn’t proud of her family. She does not enjoy displays of richness and she does not enjoy her mothers tired eyes. She does not enjoy the thought of her destructive family. She is not proud of her bursts of magic, and she is not proud of the way she looks, because her mother gets that sad look when she says ‘you have your grandfathers face’.

Her mother, beautiful like lilies, withered when her home soil got covered by ash and grime. Judith Ward works hard to make her mother proud. She studies well and does well in school. She has muggle friends, and she goes to the cinema to watch muggle movies. She tells her of the funny future-visions she has, to hear a burst of laughter. She finds little trinkets to fill their little London home with. She doesn’t throw tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants, because she is not proud, and she refuses to be spoiled. She reads books she likes and talks to her mother about them. She pets stray cats and stays away from stray dogs, as her mother is scared of them. She reads the articles her mother writes on the newspaper, even though some words are too long to understand.

Judith Ward is not proud of her surname, because her family was bad. Judy is proud of her little family, her and her mother, because they are good people. She will grow petals and bloom under the careful and gentle watch of her mother.

             III. (Who will you see in her eyes?)

You will see the budding historian Judith Ward, who intends to keep all her findings, analysis, commentary to herself, thank you very much. It is not a matter of pride━her curiosity has driven her to dabble in the dangerous art of time travel, and she simply wishes to not be sentenced to a Dementor’s Kiss before her first kiss.

You will see a passionate (obsessed) daughter, fascinated by ancient civilizations, obscure historical events, and the concept of time passing. Not fascinated by the future, because she sees it. You will see that she finds joy in little things, and that she could find a little bit of soul and have something sentimental to say about many things. You will see that she has bloomed into a beautiful lily, like her mother. You will see that the once-foreign soil she inhabited, she has turned into a garden. You will see that she has strong magic and a stronger heart and a lot of love. You will see that she is kind, that she is not prideful.

 𓊈 𓅪 ╱ 𓇖 𓊉

 𓊈 𓉳 𓊉

i guess this is my introduction for my second hogwarts dr???? there isn't much about me here but this is like. the vibes. the aura. the atmosphere. heir of a fallen house, slytherin, seer, historian, time-traveler, incredibly sentimental. i am weirdly alia atreides-coded in this dr. from dune: messiah . a bit of “vinsmoke” sanji and nico robin sprinkled in. from one piece . idk its really not as dramatic as i made it sound here i just tapped into my 2021-wattpad-ocxcharacter-fanfic-era energy whilst writing.

more may come about this dr. or maybe not! depends completely on my mood! hope you enjoyed reading!!!

thinking about my other hogwarts dr (i have a lot of them. 🙂‍↕️) where i will spend the majority of my time in hogwarts and my 20s researching and experimenting different ways of time travel, simply to satiate my curiosities. i will be a historian for my own sake and i will not publish any of my findings (i probably would be put into azkaban, as time travel is against the law).

i want to be the person that figures out how to time travel with no additional accessories (e.g. a time turner). i want to know how the ancient egyptians/greeks/romans/chinese/turks did their magic. how did it tie into their religious beliefs? was there a muggle/witch separation (i assume the statue of secrecy is only for the UK)? what was the norm, did they categorize kinds of magic (light/dark etc.)? what was disallowed (like how blood magic is taboo in europe’s wizarding world)? did they strictly use wandless magic? did they have other means of channeling magic (artwork, dancing, singing, music, poetry/literature, etc.)? did they cast spells or was it less structured? did they have incantations or was it pure feeling?

i could script all of this just to have an idea, but i really want to just learn for myself idk. like there is learning from secondary sources and there is being the primary source yourself. idk the idea of being a time traveling witch . its so cool. I’M so cool. Wow

𓊈 𓇽 𓊉        . sam’s planetarium

                                           𓇚

i.        𝓅olaris: better cr reality. the apple of my eye. call me a fan fiction author the way i am fix-it au-ing my life in my script for this reality. imagine in a democratic türkiye, and the beautiful city of istanbul. life is like this: after school quests with friends (walking along the Bosphorus), a party here and there, sunday’s spent with my mother, attending istanbul fashion week (its a thing!), evenings spent on my laptop typing up cute little tumblr posts, a call to my father who lives across the globe every morning and afternoon, traveling abroad with my mother at every opportunity, designing and making my own clothes, being social.

                                                                                            . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

ii.        𝒿upiter: golden trio reality. (disclaimer: FUCK JKR). alie tomb’s life is laughter, gryffindor, exploration, adventure, and magic magic magic. she is the main character, though an odd one. in this peaceful hogwarts, there is not much angst or trauma and more of petty arguments (draco &&. alie), a lot of teenage drama (literally everyone), a lot of unnecessarily dangerous adventuring and exploration (alie, ron, hermione). and a sweet little love story (alie &&. ginny).

                 𓇕𓇕𓇕 ╱ significant other . . . ginny weasley.

                                                                                           . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

iii.        𝓅luto: zero reality. in the year 5500, (base reality first name/surname) runs the bar named eden in the most populated city-planet of the milky way. she spends her days squeezing past the metro crowds, scolding twelve year olds that think they can fool her to give them a drink or two, being tiredly amused by the drunken flirting of supposedly intimidating space-pirates, and barely holding back from shouting at rude customers. she loves her job, truly. she also loves her friends. whom are mostly space explorers (ehem. space pirates). she also loves her man. who is also a space “explorer”. you’ll never find her indulging in criminal activities, though.

                 𓇕𓇕𓇕 ╱ significant other . . . roronoa zoro.

                                                                                           . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

iv.        𝓂ars: star wars reality. from the planet demortis in the outskirts of the unknown regions comes the second prophesied little god/hero of the jedi order. zara of demortis is fourteen when she is brought to coruscant, which so incredibly different to her home planet that she immediately dislikes it━the never-ending concrete, the skyscrapers, no greenery, no sea, a sky with no stars, and strict order and discipline. zara of demortis, a free girl that can grow life out of her hands, can’t fit into this planet, this jedi order, that seems to reject all she loves. so after she reaches the rank of ‘knight’ under the tutelage of master windu (whom she has a rather complicated relationship with), she flees. to naboo she goes, with its ranging flora, rivers, seas, and oceans, and makes herself a name━promptly catching the attention of an acquaintance and a queen he is protecting.

                 𓇕𓇕𓇕 ╱ significant other . . . padmé naberrie, anakin skywalker.

                                                                                            . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

                                           𓇚

𓊈𓉳𓊉        . to be open for observation at a later date . . .

v.        𝓃eptune: marauders reality.                             . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

vi.       𝓅ollux: camp half-blood reality.           . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

vii.      𝓂ercury: fantasy reality.                         . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

viii.     𝒷etelgeuse: time travel: 1900s reality.         . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

ix.      𝓉he sun: one piece reality.                               . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

x.       𝒷ellatrix: pirate witch reality.                           . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

                                                     and much more .

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