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dear diary, potter picked on me again today by anamustdie
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
24 Feb 2026
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I’ve never exactly been a kleptomaniac, but Riddle’s overblown ego and his bloody ‘perfect’ routine were grating on my last nerve. So, I nicked his diary. I was hoping for a few filthy secrets to pin that git to the wall, but the book turned out to be completely blank. Only, Tom’s started losing his mind over the loss, and I’ve realised — entirely by accident — that I’ve stumbled onto his absolute weakest spot.
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- Part 1 of dear diary
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Fresh from graduation, Tom Riddle inherits a dead couple's Cornish farm he means to sell. But the village remembers him. A house. A fiddler. A wolf-pack that kneels to him. Blue flowers in a dream, a moon too close, and the memory of a drowned kingdom. "Come back," the old woman used to say. Not the world, not even Dumbledore, knew yet what that was going to cost.
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Following his father's unlikely arrest, ten-year-old Tom Riddle becomes a dark internet sensation.
If victim, Harry Potter, listened to his own father, he’d have left the reclusive boy in the past. But eight years later, a painful encounter leads Harry to reconsider Tom Riddle, and to reach a conclusion that's entirely his own.
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- Part 1 of The Gorefag Effect
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Tom Riddle has been plagued by a bizarre and terrifying apparition for as long as he can remember. Who or what she is, he doesn’t know. When Harry pieces together enough information to realize that he is both horcrux and human sacrifice it sends him spiraling into a breakdown that kills Dumbledore, throws Hogwarts into chaos, and puts him right in Voldemort’s hands. Tom thinks this is a lottery win but begins to realize, slowly, that he is not in control of Harry, the apparition, or what’s coming next.
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“Have you ever even smoked weed?”
Tim crossed his arms over his chest. “Smoking is bad for your lungs.”
“Great, let’s go get you some edibles,” Jason said, making to get out of bed.
Grabbing his arm, Tim hauled him back. “And I just – I don’t need to be mellowed out, okay!”
Jason looked at him, an absolutely dickish level of delight spreading across his face, and then he was collapsing in laughter again, flat on his back, wiping at the corners of his eyes. “No,” he snickered. “No, you need cocaine. God. You’re a trip, Timmy.”
Blushing so hard he felt like he was sunburning from the inside-out, Tim glared at him. “So are you going to help me or not?”
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Or: Tim Drake's quest to obtain ethically-sourced, Grade-A organic cocaine