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@Alek_i_Amasa ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"

@illydiac Oooooh, it's so beautiful 🥹

"The Kiss" by Gustav Klimt, but make it Harrymort.

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@illydiac this is incredible, im in awe

@_WixenWorld_ thank youuuu ٩(^‿^)۶

@illydiac Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What!! That's amszinnngggg 👀👀👀👀

@hydrarcheron Harry is right where he wants to be

How can he not love Voldemort, in the end?

Or perhaps that’s what he always was — a cursed entity, a djinn, sin and blasphemy and damnation carefully concealed through beauty, politeness, tact. Everything that his being consisted of, now manifests itself in his flesh. Harry houses a piece of that monstrosity in himself.

Harrymort’s essence lies in Voldemort’s gruesomeness. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. Voldemort whose paleness rivals that of a decade-old corpse’s, the blood that ought to warmly flow in his veins saturates his eyes instead — look at those crimson sins is to gaze at

Couldn’t have predicted that upon opening my strawpage, I’d find such a beautiful artistic representation of my fic. Cannot even express how much I appreciate this and its artist. Anon, you’re amazing. archiveofourown.org/works/81200571…

@lumoxy_ I would recognise artwork done by you even in darkness, your style is breathtaking. Not to mention that the photography does it absolute justice, too — I can see every detail and admire it like it ought to be admired. <3

look at these cute tambourines tattoo I did today 🤍⭐️

familiar silhouette awaits him. Harry falls in his opened arms, the smell of death and horror welcoming him without objection — his one and only salvation. Voldemort slowly strokes his hair.

He cannot do anything but run. He runs out of the Tower, his footsteps leaving a bloodied path. He runs, without ever knowing where to. He runs, for if he doesn’t, he would have slaughtered himself, too. He runs, where his soul tells him to. At the end of the corridor, a

During Harry’s fifth year, when his slumber has gruesomely morphed into a horrifying experience due to Voldemort haunting him through their connection, Harry cannot distinguish between what occurs in his mind and what happens in real life. He has disassociated entirely, it takes