One morning, while she is walking through the woods of Little Hangleton with her infant son, Merope Gaunt stumbles upon an abandoned baby girl crying underneath a tree.
Merope almost leaves her but then she has a change of heart.
Everytime I come back to tumble you’re the first page I check you will always be my favourite tomione writer fostering a nightmare will always be a fave!! You’re amazing thank you for what you do!!!
If you’re not careful, you’re gonna make me cry. haha You are so so sweet, thank you <3 This means more than you know.
Hiya I just binge read your fic fostering a nightmare, and was blown away by it! Your storytelling is phenomenal, presenting the turmoil about their relationship, but also it was a refreshing change of au! Needles to say, I ADORE it. Hope life is treating you well, and I’m not going to selfishly ask that you update it or anything, and I hope you aren’t bothered by me asking, but I was wondering whether you’ve abandoned it. Iit’s your story, so your choice! Much love💕
Thank you so much! <3 I think you may have sent this a while ago, but I didn’t see it until now! I always forget to check the anon messages on my phone. Sorry! (FYI to you and everyone else out there, I’m never bothered by people asking about my stories or about how I’m doing. Feel free to send me a message anytime.) I love seeing that people are still enjoying my stories, even though I’ve kinda been quiet in the fandom for the last few years. I checked all the comments for the first time in a loooong while on AO3 today and it warmed my heart to see so many wonderful people sending love. <3 <3 <3
I’m still hanging around, doing fine. Writing has been a bit hard for me to focus on the last few years. I’ve grown and matured as a person and a writer, so looking back at my old work is difficult. I’ll be honest - I’ve forgotten where I’m taking Fostering - what my plans even were. When I reread it, I don’t like the pacing or what I was doing with it. Because of these factors, it’s been difficult to pick it back up. :(
I have been working on completely re-writing and finishing one of my other Tomione fanfics before reposting it, but I’m being kind to myself and doing it slowly, without being hard on myself for taking my time. And hopefully - after that - I’ll be ready to work on rewriting Fostering a Nightmare. :)
A vitriolic strain filled her chest as her veins tightened beneath her skin. She couldn’t peel her gaze away from the magnetism in his unblinking eyes—eyes that gleamed like black sapphires.
Sinister shadows and penumbra from scattered candlelight and the flickering fireplace moved across his knife-cut cheekbones, his hollowed cheeks, his defined jaw as he savored, chewed, and swallowed the rare meat.
Nothing about her compromised vision was soft or subtle tonight. Everything was harsh.
A sharp contrast between light and dark.
I’m excited to share this gorgeous art of the dinner party commissioned by the lovely @iamdronegirl (missrocklover) who is also translating Altered State into Russian!
These panels are painted by the very talented artist Imperiness: Instagram
It was even painted with the Chiaroscuro technique and really captured the theme! 🖤
