Riddlesque

Title: Snakes
Author: almofadenha 
Summary: Harry finds out what have really happened at the Riddles' death night.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: HBP spoilers and worshiping.
Author's Notes: Translated to english by the lovely dreamingblack 

besides that, I've made a Morfin Gaunt community and this cross-posted fic will be its first post. If you want to find out, go ahead.

Hope y'all enjoy :)


 

Hiya - orpheus_samhain recc'd this community to me for posting a picture of Merope Gaunt I drew recently. So, erm, here it is :).

Title: Merope
Artist: scarletscarlet
Rating: G
Media: PS and rickety old Aiptek tablet
A/N: Usually I draw R+ rated pics of the present-day lads, but I couldn't get Merope out of my head one evening. I sketched this up using some nice wee brushes that behave a bit like pencils or markers depending on the settings. It was a deliberate attempt at a style change to emphasis her fragility and giant belly ("full of evil", as someone has commented :D). I've taken a great big liberty with the timeline - she should not be that pregnant and still have the locket. The minimal colouring seemed to suit her. She's interesting, actually - I have a big soft spot for Merope, and might have to revisit her sometime.

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Happy Half-Way Through the Month, Riddle_esquers!

We'll still go for a new theme for the month, despite it being half-over.


This month's theme: STRESS

(Can you possibly guess where I got that idea?) ;)


This one has a lot of possibilities...

*prod*


Enjoy!

Author: Bitterfig

Title: Lotus Eater

Characters: Tom Riddle Sr./Merope Gaunt

Word Count: 100

Rating: PG

Author's Note: Written for the prompt "Deception" at minorhp100.

Author: Bitterfig

Author: Her False Allure

Characters: Merope Gaunt Riddle/Tom Riddle Sr.

Word Count: 100

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: References to a non-nonconsensual sexual relationship.

Author's Note: This was originally written for the 31_october_days challenge.

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Happy March, early Riddle appreciators!

We've a new theme for the new month, and what better way to combine my two loves! ♥

Possible prompts
* Dancing (because early 20th-century upper class snobs do it so well...or perhaps not so
well?)
* Performing (talent in the family, or a good laugh for the audience?)
* Lessons (Disasterous? Inspiring? Secretly?)
* A secret interest/talent (perhaps one of the Riddles really loves the banjo... ;) )

Have fun!

Title: A Winter's Day
Artist: honeybean
Rating: G
Media: Pencil and a touch of pastel
Comments: Done for the February Love theme, though not in the traditional sense. Tom simply loves the cold. Or at least loves getting out of his stuffy house. ;)




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Title: A Midnight Ride
Author: Lunalelle
Characters: Riddle, Sr.
Rating: Adult
Word count: 445 words
Summary: Response to the second prompt, After all, he could not walk about or take his afternoon ride naked. I'm beginning to see your fiendish scheme, Bean. You want to keep giving me prompts after every drabble, trying to keep Riddle, Sr. naked and keep the comm going at the same time. Two birds, one stone. Well, I'm on to you. *goes to plot... something... doesn't know quite what*

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Title: Caught with his Pants Down
Author: Lunalelle
Rating: All Ages
Word count: 148 words
Summary: A response to the casual prompt of without trousers. Tom Riddle, Sr. has a dilemma.

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Greetings, folks!

As it's been a bit quiet here as of late, I've been considering stirring up some activity through monthly themes. And as Valentine's Day is around the corner, what better excuse to whip out the keyboards and pencils and go for some delicious Riddle lovins? Or perhaps disastrous non-lovins?

Love, (or lack thereof) can be of any kind, any pairing, anything you'd like.

Lastly, remember that anyone is welcome to post, whether the work is theme-related or not. Have fun!

Title: Invisible
Author: Voldie's Pet
Rating: PG(?)
Word Count: 148

She stood in the corner where father told her to stand when he did not want to see her.
He said "Merope, you can be invisible here, if you do not move or make a sound," and it would
be the only magic a Squib like her could do.

She blinked, the last of the shouting and flashes from wands, fading long after the door
closed. A shadow passed and darkened for an instant the bright, warm sunshine.

"Oh!" she cried out and ran to the door, wrenching it open.

She must see him, her memories of seeing him so precious she collected them like the flowers
wilting by her bed. And she watched that beautiful man, that man in dark boots and fine clothes, dark hair and bright eyes. Her hand fumbled before wrapping around the cool metal hanging between her breasts.

"Tom"