reading, writing, dabble in arts and crafts, music enthusiast, notes app writer, indulge in fantasy fiction and romance novels, full time lover girl ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚
⋆˚✿˖° obsessed with ; addison rae, zara larsson, olivia rodrigo sabrina carpenter ⋆˚✿˖°
ᯓ ✈︎ I’m probably listening to ….
my writing ❀
Disclaimer!
all characters are written as 18+ and Hogwarts is written as a university. Information here.
I do not support JKR/any of her beliefs.
my writing is generally safe for under 18yr olds, if not there will be warnings in the description and specifically said as 18+ in my masterlist
I take requests for any of the characters below. Please send in an ask with an idea/prompt. Please remember I have responsibilities outside of this and it may take me some time!
characters I write for
Adrian Pucey, Terence Higgs, Graham Montague, Miles Bletchley, Cassius Warrington, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy
Cigarette smoke but it’s trying so hard to stay relevant in Adrian Puceys life after he becomes a professional quidditch player, desperately trying to make every date seem exciting, trying to do whatever will make him happy, practically begging him to stay. But you can tell his heart just isn’t in it anymore his too focused on his career, and we all know men can’t multitask. So it’s the slow and painful decent into nothing, when the once comfortable silence turns deafening, when looking into each others eyes creates tears and guilt, when saying goodbye could be the very last time you see him. When the anxiety makes you so sick just waiting for the words that confirm your feelings once and for all. And when it does you wish it was on worse terms. You wish you had a solid concrete reason to hate him other than the fact he just had to chase his dream. But once upon a time you were apart of that dream. So you resent his empty promises instead, cancel your quidditch newspaper subscription and shove the memories under your bed praying for a day it all goes dark.
Cigarette smoke but it’s trying so hard to stay relevant in Adrian Puceys life after he becomes a professional quidditch player, desperately trying to make every date seem exciting, trying to do whatever will make him happy, practically begging him to stay. But you can tell his heart just isn’t in it anymore his too focused on his career, and we all know men can’t multitask. So it’s the slow and painful decent into nothing, when the once comfortable silence turns deafening, when looking into each others eyes creates tears and guilt, when saying goodbye could be the very last time you see him. When the anxiety makes you so sick just waiting for the words that confirm your feelings once and for all. And when it does you wish it was on worse terms. You wish you had a solid concrete reason to hate him other than the fact he just had to chase his dream. But once upon a time you were apart of that dream. So you resent his empty promises instead, cancel your quidditch newspaper subscription and shove the memories under your bed praying for a day it all goes dark.
Haven’t listened to tolerate it for a while and I literally stood in the middle of my room still as a statue until it was over and then had to sit down to comprehend how I was feeling. Spoiler alert: not good!
Getting my life into order. Going to bed at 10:30pm, drinking more water. Tomorrow we start eating better. It’s all happening guys. At some point I will feel human again
I think olivia went really crazy writing purple , the weird unsettling feeling it gives you… her sad tone… I had big dreams till I tied myself to you… all of it is just a bit crazy
maggots for brains but it’s Terence seeing picture after picture of Adrian in the daily prophet after getting scouted to play professional quidditch. Despite being best friends Terence convinces himself Adrian no longer has the time for him. So stops reaching out, stops answering the letters. It kills him he feels rotten and terrible. There’s no one around to understand his jokes, or complain about the mundane day with him.Adrian has better, fancier friends now who he can relate to so Terence is doing him a favour. But it doesn’t take long for Adrian to question what’s wrong and end up at Terence’s door with fast food and a bottle of their favourite drink, a gentle sincere smile and a vague understanding of what’s happening.