nyx Ι thedarkstars

Editor and Writer (tomione) 🖤 Superposition 🖤

[mvashnic]

Let's goooo

[chocozorua]

Just finished reading this amazing Tomione one-shot from @pollutionisbad. And then I got inspired to draw Tom being horn falling in love~

Here's the link: Vroom Vroom: Get in the Car, We're Getting Messy

[pollutionisbad]

I’m not crying you guys. I just have allergies/glaucoma/hyphema/globe rupture/enucleation

[neneneru]

Since Round Zero

by Nene Neru

Extra! Extra! Hermione Granger is crowned new boxing champion! Come and read all about her new affair!

First page of my entry for the Barbie Fest! Hope you like it <3 You can also read it on AO3! Here's the link

Thank you for all the love and support ❤︎⁠

[tippilo]

READ ON AO3 HERE

Written for the tomione barbie fest hosted by @april-17-rose and @artdepleurer

Shout out to @dillpicklepanic for encouraging me! This has been a challenging project and you have been so helpful and supportive!

[nyx-darkstars]

Not a single person asked but I sweat over my update schedule a bit:

The next chapter of Superposition will take about 2 weeks longer than usual, I’m on my annual vacation.

Thanks for patience 🖤🖤

[foolishlywandwaving]

excerpt

Parchment, she thought, and took a deeper sniff. The smell evolved into paper, of Muggle bookshops in London, curling up in the summer with a cheap paperback, carefully opening so as not to crack the spine; a world away from Hogwarts.

There was something else, and so she inhaled once more. Freshly cut grass, yes, but more than that, for her family garden was a quiet haven. A quintessential English garden in Spring, jewelled in morning dew, fresh; and heady in late summer, the apple tree heavy with the fat promise of baking, of pies, of mulled cider in the autumn…

And then, something cool and crisp, that prickled at her nose, like the first frost in winter, like ink, and tea, and - she breathed in, more deeply still -

Then she looked up suddenly. Her eyes were drawn across the classroom; she could not control them. Across the spiralling vapour of a dozen cauldrons, she met Riddle's arch gaze.

And although she knew it, down to her bones, that he was merely evaluating the quality of her potion, competitive, even though he would swear that competition was beneath him, Granger, instead of sneering at him, her face, uncharacteristically, flushed a deep and mortifying crimson.

He raised a brow, very, very slowly, and then he smiled a very sharp smile.

Fuck.

[inkandhunger]

1940s greyscale Tom Riddle

Lovveeedddddddd drawing this one, definitely one of my favourites so far🖤

[xannine]

[ceomoh]

Hermione had been so busy admiring the view that she hadn't noticed there was already someone standing by the elevators, leaning against the opposite wall.

It's easy enough to recognise him. It's the teaching assistant from the lab, the one she caught looking at her.

She squeezes around her textbook. He's tall and quite obviously good looking, well-dressed with dark hair and sharp features. Being a demonstrator, she's sure he's either a postgraduate student or a young researcher, so he must be smart too.

With beauty and brains, her mother would call him the full package.

People like that didn't usually talk to her.

"Hi," she chirps back, but as soon as it leaves her lips, she's struck with a wave of doubt, so she adds, "um... sorry. Were you talking to me?"

He smiles and laughs softly through his nose. "Who else would I be talking to?"

Hermione glances behind her. The rest of the corridor by the elevator is empty aside from them.

** NOT A ROMANCE**

- Chapter 2 of break yourself against my stones by @devdevlin !

[ceomoh]

He’s got none of the gaping pores or feathered flyaways you’d expect from an As Seen On TV Personality. No, Senator Tom Riddle is the real deal. He’s got the right face for ads, the right body for the runway, and the right timing in his speeches to earn him a role in any movie he wants.

Riddle strolls up to her desk, though he’s already facing towards the hall like he knows where to go. He’s taller in person.

“Good evening.” He shakes his wristwatch from the sleeve of his sweater and very conspicuously holds it up to the light, as if he’s really truly checking the time and not just showing off. “I believe I have an appointment at three.”

Oh, brother.

Hermione’s spine stiffens into a tug-of-war rope. She couldn’t so much as bow her head in greeting if she wanted to—but she does manage a smile.

“Welcome to Twisted Ribbon,” she says through that smile. “Please make your way to the Private Observation room. Blue door, second on the right.”

Riddle nods. “Thank you, darling.”

He looks away, but her smile drops a second too early. He pauses and turns, now fully facing her desk.

Already she can hear Mr. Melnyk fuming. She can feel that horrible bloated map of veins in his face throbbing.

But Riddle doesn’t admonish her lapse in etiquette. Instead, he tilts his head all coy and says, “Please excuse my manners. I’m Senator Tom Riddle.”

He holds out his hand for her to shake.

- Chapter 1 of IKON by @dillpicklepanic!

[deallss]

diary!Tom Riddle (or?..)

[dulmetra]

Painted that sketch! I’m definitely happy with the new pipeline, because this piece turned out way faster than my usual pace. It’s a simple artwork though, my safe zone, so the pipeline still needs more testing. But I’m still absolutely thrilled with the speed! 🥹

[april-17-rose]

Tomione Barbie Fest

Hosted by: @artdepleurer and april17rose

Art by @nofear-x

Why a Barbie Fest?

Because we wanted a fest where Hermione gets all the cool jobs other than student/ book shop owner / teacher (don’t take offensive the admins have done all of these Hermiones lmao)

Please come join us 💕 the water is fine 🙏

Prompts ⬇️

[april-17-rose]

Tomione Barbie Fest

One month away Fics Due ➡️ July 23

Hosted by : @artdepleurer @april-17-rose

[ceomoh]

The fens were a composition Monet likely dreamt of, dashes here and there of brackish olive bushes overlapping with vivid viridian vegetation. Brown bridges, low to the snaking waterways, peered out from behind hanging willow branches and the air was thick with life: swarms of midges, darting dragonflies, and larger wildlife like long legged herons and the occasional inquisitive otter.

“You look better,” Draco began, after the silence between them became vaguely awkward.

Hermione twisted her hands in front of her, and looked over at him with a little shrug as they walked. He glanced over too, his face a calm, blank mask.

“Yeah,” she replied uncertainly. “I am, actually. I felt like I was turned inside out.”

They stopped in the middle of one of the bridges spanning the water, a family of ducks meandering over the glassy surface. She took a deep breath in, leaning on the railing, grounding herself in the earthy peat and botanical aniseed fragrance of the fens. She shut her eyes against the bright sunlight, pretending to enjoy the warmth on her face, but her foot tapped a pattern of agitation, and her hands were beginning to shake.

“Thank you,” she finally blurted out. “For uh, looking after me. For being so- ah- kind to me.”

“You weren’t expecting me to be kind?” He sounded confused; she heard the wooden railing creak as he leant on it too, felt him move beside her.

“I don’t know what I was expecting.”

-Chapter 14 (Calm, Storm) of Superposition by @nyx-darkstars

[nyx-darkstars]

They are so gorgeous!! Thank you love

[semina-art]

Fresh unfinished sketches

[ceomoh]

He’s got none of the gaping pores or feathered flyaways you’d expect from an As Seen On TV Personality. No, Senator Tom Riddle is the real deal. He’s got the right face for ads, the right body for the runway, and the right timing in his speeches to earn him a role in any movie he wants.

Riddle strolls up to her desk, though he’s already facing towards the hall like he knows where to go. He’s taller in person.

“Good evening.” He shakes his wristwatch from the sleeve of his sweater and very conspicuously holds it up to the light, as if he’s really truly checking the time and not just showing off. “I believe I have an appointment at three.”

Oh, brother.

Hermione’s spine stiffens into a tug-of-war rope. She couldn’t so much as bow her head in greeting if she wanted to—but she does manage a smile.

“Welcome to Twisted Ribbon,” she says through that smile. “Please make your way to the Private Observation room. Blue door, second on the right.”

Riddle nods. “Thank you, darling.”

He looks away, but her smile drops a second too early. He pauses and turns, now fully facing her desk.

Already she can hear Mr. Melnyk fuming. She can feel that horrible bloated map of veins in his face throbbing.

But Riddle doesn’t admonish her lapse in etiquette. Instead, he tilts his head all coy and says, “Please excuse my manners. I’m Senator Tom Riddle.”

He holds out his hand for her to shake.

- Chapter 1 of IKON by @dillpicklepanic!