I posted 13 times in 2021
For every post I created, I reblogged 1.6 posts.
#sorry in advance - 1 posts
#no more that i remember - 1 posts
#edgewood academy - 1 posts
#thomas loveren - 1 posts
#should i do it?? - 1 posts
Longest Tag: 26 characters
#weirdo writes weird things
Pairings: Thomas Loveren x Brianna Blake (Platonic)
Creator/s: @patient5289 (Thomas) and me
Summary: Thomas and Brianna are having a coffee date in their local coffee shop/bakery. (Set in Italy)
Warnings: Fluff, allusion to sex (very slight), mentions of swear words, umm coffee?? if theres anything else message me about it and i'll add it in.
P.S: These are original characters and our own story from the original rp (role play) we were in and now we use them in a different on, so please dont use these characters, thanks bye.
Thomas waited for Brianna in a small coffee shop, sitting in the corner, writing in his worn-journal (not the same one he had five years ago, a new journal)
Brianna sat down in front of him with a journal of her own (not for her emotions), "Hey,"
”Hey there stranger," Thomas mused, looking up, casually closing his journal
"Writing anything new, new movie I should prepare for in advance,"
"Maybe..." Thomas shrugged, "Just jotting down notes for Scars of Honour, how to adapt it to a series. I'll give you audition times though? When...well I find out about them?"
"Ok, nice to know i have an inside man," she joked as the waiter came up, "Prendo il latte macchiato, per favore," (I'll have the mocha latte, please) she offered a small smile to the waiter and waited for Thomas to order
"Your welcome by the way," Thomas chuckled, dipping his head slightly, "Prenderò una tazza di tè verde, grazie," (I'll have a cup of green tea, thank you) he nodded, sending a small yet still awkward smile, "What's that for?" he gesutred to Brianna's journal as the waiter left
"I'm writing poems, that hopefully one day might turn into songs or a book, either would be fun,"
Thomas arched an eyebrow, "Y'know...if you do ever want to make them into a book...I can give you my agent's info?" he offered
"Thanks tom thats really sweet of you," she smiled sweetly, as her latte was placed in front of her her sweet smile turned to a childlike grin (one which wasn't around much as a kid)
"Anything for you Bri," Thomas said casually, nodding as thanks as then the waiter placed his tea down, which he immediately took a small sip of. His smile grew in turn at the sight of Brianna's, he liked seeing Brianna smile, and at Italy, she smiled a lot more.
"I love mocha lattes," she mumbled before taking a sip of her drink, "Are you ever gonna try a new drink?" she asked screwing her face up at the tea before taking another sip
"It seems like you do very much," he snorted, hearing what she mumbled, "And no, I've got my dens to stick with," he took casual sips of his tea
"Yeah yeah whatever, and don't laugh at me you should hear what you say in your sleep,"
"...I-" he said exasperated, "What...do I say in my sleep?" a whole lot of things went through his head
"Oh nothing..." she trailed off taking a sip watching him from behind her cup with amusement dancing in her eyes
"Nothing- nothing? I swear to god Bri, tell me right now-" he sputtered, "You're really having fun there, aren't you-"
"Yes I very much am and why should I tell you, what do I get out of it?" she smirked placing her cup back on the table
Thomas let out a disgruntled groan, almost hitting his head on the table but he didn't as he was...in public, "Insider information? Did we not already establish that?"
"I already get that though,"
"Oh my-" he shook his head, "What do you want then?"
"For you to buy my mochas for the next week?" she posed quirking a brow in anticipation
"I..ye- wait...who's to say you aren't bluffing ay?"
She stood up from her chair coughing loudly gaining everyone's attention, "Oh Will, I miss you so much, when I see you again I think I'll just get on m-" she performed dramatically until she was cut off and everyone started laughing
// she was saying it in italian i just couldn;t be bothered to translate it
"What the fuck-" Thomas whispered yelled, pulling Brianna down immediately, "Don't mind her...she's...day-drunk," he said to everyone, whispering to her, "I fucking hate you-"
"What you wanted to know what you said in your sleep, didn't you?"
"You didn't have to tell everyone...that-"
"Well that was what you said the other night so thats what i remembered,"
"Again, you didn't have to tell everyone that...I'll still buy you your mochas though. Only sometimes,"
"fine by me," she smiled smuggly
"Key word being sometimes, focus on that," he rolled his eyes, drinking his tea
"Yeah i'm still getting my mochas tho,"
"Sadly," he jokingly commented
"Ah yes, I'm so so very rude," Thomas said sarcastically
"Sometimes, yes, all the time, no," she chuckled lightly
Thomas nodded understandably, "Nice to know you don't consider me like Umbridge or whatever,"
"Your nothing like the pink toad women, and your welcome,"
1 notes • Posted 2021-11-24 23:52:47 GMT
Should I post the edits I made of my fav ship of all time. (from a role play with my friends)
Ocs: Brianna Blake and Thomas Loveren + extras for like a second
Face claims: Holland Roden (don't like her she just fit the character) and Dylan O'Brien
1 notes • Posted 2021-11-23 08:04:45 GMT
Summary: Y/n is Gordon Bombay's daughter but she plays hockey for another team
Warnings: Written in third person, not proof read, idk about any others
Y/n was on the ice, her practice was over and now she was just waiting on her dad to pick her up. The door swung open and a group of kids around her age walked in and went towards the change rooms, her dad behind them all talking to a shaggy brown haired boy who had a large smile plastered on his face.
She continued to skate around the rink until the kids all filtered onto the ice, a boy with black semi tall hair yelled to her "Oi what are you doing on the ice?" she stopped and turned towards him raising her eyebrows, "What does it look like I'm doing?" A few of the other kids chuckled until the boy from earlier walked onto the ice.
"Charlie tell her to get off the ice," another much shorter boy demanded, that's when her dad walked onto to the ice. "Y/N good your still here," she gave him a tight lipped smile, "yeah cause I totally chose to stay here," she mumbled. They were all whispering about her when they were told to go warm up.
"Y/N come over here," she skated over to her dad with furrowed brows, "I want you to help me train them today," she groaned and turned her head to face them, "Do i really have to?" she whined facing him again. "If you do ill let you have whatever you want for dinner," a huge grin broke out on her face, "Alright then, ill go get dressed," he thanked her as she skated away to the change rooms.
She came back onto the ice with her pads on, her stick and her helmet. "Guys come on in!" the team he was with skated over to him while Y/n went around the rink letting them all talk, eventually she sped up she then turned around and skated backwards still going rather fast. "Y/n!" her dad yelled out causing her to slow down and make her way over to the group, "Alright Ducks Y/n, Y/n Ducks. She'll be helping us today,"
All the boys groaned and stink eyed her while the girl went up to her with a smile, "Hi Y/n I'm Connie," she offered her un-gloved hand to her and Y/n quickly took off her glove to shake her hand, "Hi Connie, nice to meet you," they smiled at each other for a second before Connie was pulled away from her by a blonde haired boy. "Y/n start em up," she nodded quickly.
"Alright everyone were gonna play a game of follow the leader with a bit of copy cat," they were all confused as to what she meant until she quickly handed her stuff to her dad and slowly started backing away from them all. They all put their sticks and helmets with the man and slowly followed her around, gradually she sped up after she turned around she started moving in waves and funny moves and so did everyone else.
Training was over and Y/n was just waiting for her dad to get out side already, she was waiting in the car already with his driver and it was getting awkward, "I'm gonna go in and tell him to hurry up," she informed the man before opening the sliding door and running into the building again.
She was inside and saw her dad talking to a women so she just went up to him and poked him in the back until he said something about him being out soon so she went outside and waited again. Another ten minutes passed and he still wasn't out yet and she was annoyed, she burst through the doors and practically screamed, "Dad hurry up!" catching everyone's attention.
Unbeknownst to her the Ducks were all gaping at her as their coach walked up to her grabbed her shoulder and turned her around before pushing her out of ice rink and back to the car.
4 notes • Posted 2021-11-04 09:16:55 GMT
Here is a warning for everybody, if I ever write something on here or anywhere for that matter it will be in third person because that is my immediate writing style and I don't know why. So sorry in advance.
6 notes • Posted 2021-10-28 15:46:41 GMT
Summary: You hate them or do you.
Warnings: Throwing up, food mentions, if there's anything else just message me and ill add it.
Pairings: Future poly!marauders (Peter's just a friend) x fem!reader
You hated them absolutely hated them but not because they bullied you or your friends because although you were in the same grade and in their rival house they never noticed you, like ever. They always saw your friends and house mates but never you it was like you were invisible to everyone but your friends and it absolutely sucked.
They were always handsome and everyone knew it, they would flip their hair if it was long enough or just pretend to do it if it was to short. They would flash a smile to anyone who caught their eye so nearly everyone and would flirt with every girl who they found interesting so never you.
You were sat at the Slytherin table with your head rested on you forearms as your friends babbled about what happened in their classes and ate their dinner, you were about to fall asleep when and blood curdling scream sounded from one of your friends your head shot up in fear and confusion.
You looked at your friends plate slightly while every one in the hall was freaked out about the scream, your friends face was as white as a ghost. Once you got a look at the plate you started gagging quickly scrambling out of your seat with a terrified look on your face, now everyone saw you. You sprinted out of the hall and to the lavatories before you finally threw up the contents of your stomach.
Once you had cleaned yourself up and left the lavatory you slowly made your way back to the great hall to collect your things. When you arrived everyone was still sitting there confused before everyone's heads snapped towards you watching as you made your way to your seat grabbing your things and shoving them in your bag before practically dragging your friends out of the hall.
You finally made it back to the dungeons falling down on the cold couch with a thud the fire in there really did nothing for the cold. Sometimes you wished that you were in another house just so you wouldn't have to trudge down to the dungeons everyday but others you were glad because no one really tried to come down there without a reason.
You were still on the couch when you began dozing off before the painting swung open with a slight creak to it. You didn't pay it much mind until you heard four sets of footsteps suddenly stop then a blanket was draped over your body and the footsteps scurried up the stairs.
When you woke it was maybe 11 at night and the room was pitch black so you tried your hardest to walk up to your room. Maybe halfway up the stairs you heard the painting door open again and footsteps leaving.
You were the first of your friends awake so you just made your way to breakfast after getting ready for the day. When you walked into the great hall there was already a bunch of people there but a certain group of four boys were watching you with calculating eyes.
Once you were sat at the table all four of them stood up and stalked towards were you were sat. The all sat around you watching for your reaction, "Hi?" you looked between them all confused, "Are you knew here?" the shortest one asked. You let out a breathy chuckle as you shook your head lightly, "No I'm not new," they all looked dumbfounded for a moment, "When did you start here?" the one with glasses asked, "Same time as you guys, when I was eleven," they all were gaping, "How come we never seen you around?" you shrugged your shoulders, "Well I'm-" the boy was cut of by you tsking them, "I know who you guys are, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter,"
You grabbed a piece of toast as you began to stand up grabbing your shoulder bag, "Don't we get your name?" Sirius inquired and you shook your head, "Nope, see you around boys," you began walking out of the great hall when you bumped into your friends at the door, "Guys if anyone asks for my name don't tell them, thanks," and with that information passed on you left the great hall and headed towards your DADA class.
You were sat at the back of the class, book open and quill waiting to be dipped in ink. The new teacher was writing their name on the board while everyone filtered into the room, "Good morning class, I hope breakfast was good. My name is Heather Brown but you can call me Professor Brown," she introduced herself and went on with the class. About ten or fifteen minutes into the class everyone was writing down what was on the board when the door swung open and Remus and James walked in with messed up hair and huge smiles-well more smirks- plastered on their faces, the teacher ushered them to their seats and continued writing on the board.
The boys weren't interested in the board much to your dismay as you could feel the piercing eyes of the pair stinging into the back of your skull. You tried to shake off the feeling and continue with your work but eventually it grew to be to much and you just put everything you were using away and got up and left the room while Professor Brown yelled after you.
8 notes • Posted 2021-11-17 03:58:35 GMT
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