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a snippet from what i’m currently writing !!
Harry Potter series ♛ Tomione
“I watch the edge of his face in the dark. Its beauty is part of what binds me to him. I don’t know how to make this sound virtuous.” (x)
i’m screaming if this isn’t tom riddle af…,,..
His low spoken words triggered a great transformation within her. Her skin split at the jagged seams, tearing apart and falling away in shreds. She stood before him, dripping the remnants of her old self like blood onto the stone floor.
Tomione → Madam Umbridge Home for Wayward Girls by LovelyVillain
you’re running after something that you’ll never kill
Fostering a Nightmare: Chapter Twenty-One
As Tom thrashed through the ankle-deep water a little less carefully than he normally would of, he told himself that he needed to calm down. It was hard, because he was still so angry. The problem was, he didn’t know who he was angry with anymore. Hermione? Lestrange? His parents? Slytherin? Himself? The world? His anger wasn’t as solidified as it usually was; it was more…permeated. Spread out, like a dense fog dispersing across a field at dawn. It made it much more difficult to distinguish.
He ran a hand through his hair as he walked through the murky pipe, and took several deep, steadying breaths.
Once he put into perspective as to why he was down there, he calmed somewhat. He was down there to find anything he could about his birthright, to find any proof of who he really was.
Read on ffnet [x] or ao3 [x].
You won’t break me.
tomione trope edit: wwii orphanage + muggle au what i am to you is not real. what i am to you, you do not need.
TRHG Trope Moodboards: ↳ Royalty AU
Tomione + art
TRHG Trope Moodboards: ↳ Afterlife AU
fav cliches for tomione in fanfics?
oh i like this one
1. tom and hermione corrupting each other gradually.
2. hermione exploring her darker side, not necessarily by becoming “evil” but by tapping into some deviant tendencies. and of course, exploring her sexuality too.
3. tom making her very angry
4. hermione making him very angry
5. dueling scenes where both of them lose control
6. creepiness & general unease
7. no clear good vs. evil teams (show that the “good” side also has to grapple with some ethical issues)
8. i also guiltily enjoy albus dumbledore being taken to task for some of his choices regarding tom
9. tom being very careful with his appearance. hermione being a slouch. tom criticizing her unkempt looks, but also finding them enticing because of the contrast. yes, i’m predictable.
I haven’t exactly finished another Tomione edit but this is a minute and twenty-two seconds long, I can assure you the finished product will be about twice as long if I can gather my courage to finish lol
This Tangle of Thorns by the risky business of writing
His profile was very handsome to someone looking from a distance. But up close, like this, his appetites bloomed under his skin and his beauty was seized by the throat and made to choke. Sometimes, that monster digging a put inside your chest is your only friend in the world, he had said. Well, his monster was suffocating. She had called it out, and robbed it of breath.
“protego totalum. salvio hexia.”
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When I first met young Mr Riddle, he was a quiet albeit brilliant boy, committed to becoming a first rate wizard. Not unlike others I’ve known. Not unlike yourself. If the monster existed it was buried deep within.
oh evil will not lie dormant behind your pretty smile. it will rot and decay your soul until it consumes your very flesh.