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Figuring It Out - Chapter 13- Strange Moments (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1547912802-figuring-it-out-strange-moments?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AliceEmersonPart2 Dramione/Harmony 

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A short comic about Theo's misfortune. I had fun doing this!

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Lucius Malfoy doesn’t get nearly enough appreciation — especially from a House Black perspective. Sure, maybe he wasn’t Narcissa’s first choice. But he wasn’t a bad one either. And unlike Sirius, Regulus, Bellatrix, or Andromeda (well…) Lucius actually gave the House of Black an heir. Draco might not carry the name, but he’s still half Black, and that means something.

Lucius gets written off as cold or power-hungry (or even useless) but at the end of the day, he just wanted to protect what he loved — his family. He tried to survive in a system that was broken long before he ever stepped into it.

He wasn’t a hero. But he was a father. He stayed. And that should count for something.

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A Seven-Pointed Star - Chapter 23- The Beast Inside (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1544333176-a-seven-pointed-star-chapter-23-the-beast-inside?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AliceEmersonPart2 

Excerpt: 

Tom stood in his shower and leaned his head against the wall, the water sluicing down his battered frame- bruises and cuts he hadn't healed yet marring his pale skin. The night before, he had not slept. His whole body ached from physical and magical exertion, and he couldn't shake the dark feeling that seemed to permeate his veins. 

Tom could feel it crawling under his skin, that indescribable feeling of dark magic twisting and turning, blackening his insides, deadening his nerves, and eating away at what is left of his soul.

Use of the unforgivables always left marks on the user, but it was the first time Tom had ever cast the Killing Curse.

Tom had almost used Avada Kedavra on his father during sixth year.Almost.But a tiny voice had stayed his hand. A voice that lived in his head and seemed to only show at inconvenient times- a voice that sounded melodic and seemed to hum in the back of his brain. A voice that captivated, titillated, and incapacitated. 

But last night on the Rosier Estate, even that voice couldn't stop Tom from the rage that flew him when he saw someone try to murder Brooke.

Brooke.

Tom turned the water to a scalding hot temperature and put both fists above his head on the wall.

Brooke.

He had to see her in less than an hour. They were all to meet in the common room. And Tom's head was spinning. He bangs both fists against the wall above his head.

Brooke.

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The fact that people don't think friendship is enough to justify characters doing insane acts of love for each other baffles me. Like have you never loved your friend so so much you want to live in their ribcage. Have you never been really weird about a friend. Have you never wanted to bite your friends parents or shove them down a staircase. Have you never wanted to be buried in the same grave as a friend. Have u never. How do u people live like this.

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The Existence of Innocence - The Ennui of Adulthood (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1542243651-the-existence-of-innocence-the-ennui-of-adulthood?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AliceEmersonPart2 

 Everyone loses their innocence regarding life when the realities of humanity, or the lack thereof, emerge. The existence of innocence fades for each person at some point, including joy, imagination, and idealism. Losing one's innocence about the world should be just another step into adulthood, allowing one to move on to experiencing the world in a new way and learning to love it through new eyes. 

 However, when catastrophic events rip that childlike wonder from a person, it is sometimes hard for those who have been violated by the cruel hand of injustice to return to being alive the way they were in their youth. Every day without a tragedy, a problem, or a mess to clean up feels monotonous, and every monumental event feels pointless. 

Because how do you ascend higher when you were labeled the "Golden Girl" at 17? 

Board meetings. Patients. Home. 

 Patients. Paperwork. Home. 

Board meetings. Patients. Home. 

Patients. Papework. Home. 

For years, Hermione was stuck on autopilot. 

 Go to work. 

Smile. 

Photographs for the Prophet? 

Smile. 

Dinners at the Burrow? 

Smile. Scowl at an employee? 

Smile at someone else afterwards. 

Board meetings? 

Smile. 

Because how do you do anything but smile when you save the world, and then are asked just to get a job? 

 Smile. Smile. Smile. 

Try not to scream. 

 Hermione Granger is called in to work at St. Mungo's on a "special" client while a former friend fights for their life. Despite everything she had done to save the wizarding world, dark magic seems to permeate everything in Hermione's world.

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Tom working at borgin and burkes will never not be funny to me like tjskdkskdksk I've worked customer service jobs since I was 18 and they made me, an otherwise (somewhat) fully functional adult, want to commit acts that violate the geneva convention can you IMAGINE what tom was coming up with for customers he hated? He's already split his soul at that point potentially twice like... there's definitely some bodies buried in the back is all I'm saying

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A Seven-Pointed Star - Chapter 23- The Beast Inside (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1544333176-a-seven-pointed-star-chapter-23-the-beast-inside?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AliceEmersonPart2 

Excerpt:

Abraxas Malfoy sits outside Tom’s door on the floor, his head leaning against the wall, his eyes pointed up to the ceiling. The blonde boy looks more rumpled than Tom had ever witnessed from the aristocrat, his expensive shirt untucked, his black shoes scuffed, a bit of dried blood still under his nose. In one hand is a bottle of fire whisky, which Abraxas sips from before reaching out to hand it to Tom, offering him a moment of oblivion before having to face what they’ve done.

Wordlessly, Tom sits beside Abraxas, his back leaning against the cold dungeon walls of Slytherin house, his legs bent at the knee, his elbows on his knees. For a moment, they just pass the bottle back and forth, the only sound being the occasional natural groan of the castle or giggles from a student out after hours or the clinking of the glass bottle as they set it back on the ground. Neither boy speaks for several long minutes.

Finally, Abraxas breaks the silence. His voice is almost grey with exhaustion. When Tom glances at his face, he can see that even the slight tan Abraxas had from Quidditch is gone with his fatigue, his skin pale, wan, and bruised.

“Brooke made it back safely, my lord.”

Tom’s eyes dart to Abraxas’s face. Every ounce of his being is tired. He doesn’t feel like a lord. He feels like a teenage fraud- one who used a spell that took a toll on his physique and psyche. Taking the fire whisky bottle and taking a deep gulp, Tom mutters as he puts the bottle down with a clink, “Just Tom. Just Tom for now, Brax.” Tom still isn’t sure what made him reach out to Abraxas like that. Something akin to friendship, Tom guesses.

With a slight nod, Abraxas takes another swig from the bottle and then says in a low voice, all pretense gone, the Malfoy arrogance and condescension disappeared with half the fire whisky bottle, and asks in a voice reminiscent of Abraxas when he was much younger, “What are we doing, Tom? What…what is this all for?”

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A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2 AO3

A Seven-Pointed Star- By AliceEmersonPart2 Wattpad

WIP

Chapter 24: The Beast Inside

POVs- Tom Riddle

Summary: The aftermath of the Samhain Ball.

Excerpt:

Abraxas looks off into the distance towards Avery’s door and says quietly. “It was a lot for her. She came in and was angry, livid even for some reason. Then, Avery stayed with her and calmed her down alongside Prometheus. She was sobbing when I checked on them after the Aurors released me. She wanted to know what it was for. What was it worth? She kicked me out immediately and forced Prometheus out not long after. She’s been with Avery ever since. Timothy showed up, but he slunk into bed immediately.”

Nodding, Tom says, “I don’t know what to do about it. I thought…I thought I wanted her to be a knight for so long. Now…”

Abraxas draws his lips into a thin line. “The thought of her doing what we do…”

Tom is exhausted. And he loses a bit of control. He puts his head in his hands, runs his fingers through his hair, and mumbles, “Maybe…maybe we’ve been wrong all along. I don’t even care about Muggleborns or any of that anymore. I don’t want to…subjugate people. I want to be in control, yes. But I don’t want to feel like I’m DYING every day to do it. I don’t even know what I want anymore.” At the end of his rant, Tom hates that his voice cracks slightly, not with tears, but with frustration.

Abraxas puts his hand on Tom’s shoulder in a gesture of understanding and looks at a fancy platinum watch in his pocket—the watch given to all wizards when they come of age as a family heirloom. Tom has no such device.

Malfoy stands, trying and failing to fix his appearance, and says, “We’ll figure it out. Right now, I will go and get…” Abraxas sighs heavily while doing the math in his head. “Two hours of sleep before we meet downstairs.”

As Abraxas begins to walk off, Tom says, “Hey, Malfoy. Thanks. Thanks for checking on me.” Tom regrets it almost as soon as he says it. And Malfoy can tell. But he doesn’t ignore it.

Abraxas stops, turns around, gives a curt nod, and says, “Riddle, that’s what friends do.”

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"mmh did you know that creator you like also posts 🔞 content? did you know that? don't you think that's weird? don't you think we should keep this space-"

no. i don't.

i booked a front row seat to the devil's sacrament and you're blocking the view

just go back to the 1660 new england hole you just crawled out of and eat barley for a week to atone for your sins or whatever

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Figuring It Out - Chapter 11- Three Weeks (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1541653119-figuring-it-out-chapter-11-three-weeks?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AliceEmersonPart2 Dramione/Harmione

When Draco Malfoy was a little boy, he liked to cause trouble. Not dire trouble, the way the Crabbe and Goyle boys did, but mischievous trouble.

Draco would sneak into the kitchens and steal desserts before the house elves were done cooking, causing Mipsy, Bopsy, and Frank (don’t ask) to tattle in a proper fit. It wasn’t meant to be mischievous- sometimes he just was hungry for sweets. Sometimes Theo Nott would come over, and Theo’s father didn’t feed Theo all the time, so Draco reasoned that some extra dessert never hurt anyone when they were hungry.

Even though Draco wasn’t supposed to, he would fly his toy broom through Malfoy Manor at top speed, landing in rosebushes when he had to make desperate turns to get outside and bruising his pale skin spectacularly when he flew back in and landed on the marble floors- always ending in tears and maybe a bit of overextended whining. Again, not his fault. Blaise always bragged that he was better than Draco at Quidditch, and he just HAD to prove Blaise wrong. It was snowing outside, and indoors was the only option.

And Draco would chase his father’s peacocks throughout the yard. No justification necessary. Those bloody birds deserved it.

And Draco was always charmingly getting out of said trouble, even when he caught his father’s favorite peacock, Armand, on fire with some accidental magic.

WIP on 

Wattpad- AliceEmersonPart2

 and 

AO3: Aliceemersonwrites2

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"I write for my own enjoyment"

And

"I'm happy when people interact with my writing"

Are two sentences that can coexist!

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Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

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A Seven-Pointed Star- By aliceemersonwrites2

AO3, Wattpad WIP

Chapter 23: The Veil Breaks

POVs- Brooke Avers, Tom Riddle

Summary: An attack at the Samhain Ball. The veil is lifted between Tom and Brooke.

Excerpt:

Brooke's wand is pointed directly at Tom's face. His handsome, defiant, LIVID face.

She takes a deep breath and steel herself for the uncomfortable conversation they were about to embark on.

"What was all that?"

Tom's stupidly handsome face is a mixture of confusion, contriteness, and rage. Brooke can feel the dark magic pouring off him.

He had killed someone.

To be fair, the red-cloaked killer was aiming for Brooke first, but Tom didn't hesitate. He used Avada Kedavra. He had murdered.

"That, Brooke, was an ambush on my life."

Oh, so Tom was going to be a prick about this. Brooke stands taller and asks, "Why did you shove me in the greenhouse? Treat me like I'm less of a witch?"

Tom shakes his head. He has a cut on his perfect cheek, and red blood drips down slowly on his alabaster skin. His dark hair is mussed, and his eyes are stormy. "I was trying to ensure your safety and that of my men."

"Your men? You aren't a general." Brooke feels incredulous. What just happened? One minute, they were at a party. Next, someone is trying to kill Tom. Killing curses are shot. And Tom is acting like he is leading the RAF.

Tom's face is filled with anger. His wand is pointed at Brooke just as much as hers is at him. "What I mean is, any one of them could be distracted trying to help you."

"I held my own, thank you."

Tom's face softens slightly, but then hardens again, "You almost were killed."

Brooke shouts, "As were you! How did the boys know how to clean up a body? How did you already have plans? What was all that?"

Brooke watches as Tom's face contorts into a deep frown. "That was the Knights of Walpurgis. We know that to make change, it won't always be good, easy, or morally right. Sometimes, we will have targets on our backs. So, we have protocol."

Brooke mutters, "Would have been nice to know on my end."

Tom closes his eyes, then they snap open. "Why do you care? Honestly, why?"

"My best friends were almost killed!"

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With more and more Ao3 authors restricting their works to the archive (due to AI scraping), they're going to be losing guest interaction. And probably generally feeling down because. You know. AI is stealing their hard work.

So! Now is a great time to stop by your favorite authors/stories and drop them some comments! They really appreciate it!

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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.

fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”