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elfenbensord · 3 months
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who says it can't be both
liking this man causes the same symptoms as psychosis
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elfenbensord · 3 months
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i may not have a dick but i am convinced i have big dick energy
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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heyyy, I tried to go to the link of request that you have on you pinned post and it keeps sending to another place (that I'm almost sure you didn't wanted) sooo, just so you can change it or let it, whatever you prefer đŸ«¶đŸŒ(btw sorry for bad English)
bahagahhaha i accidentally added the wrong linkđŸ«ŁđŸ«Ł thanks for telling me😘
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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I hate the whole discourse of: "fanfic writers need to accept criticism so they can improve". Look, I did not post 5k of men blowing their loads so that I can become Hemingway or something, just don't read it if you don't want to, or do read it and drop your damn thanks in the tin.
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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“when did Steve get so hairy?”
inspo
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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its not psychosis its divine knowledge this time
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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saddest moment of my life was watching st4 with my bf and having to pretend i didn't find steve shirtless hot😔 needless to say i'm single now lol
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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Hi, I was wondering if you take any request?
hello! yup, i'm taking requests 🏂
info is in my navigation post which is pinned on my blog😘
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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i feel my soul leave my body everytime any of y'all like or reblog my enjolras fics. like that is my anti-roman empire. i NEVER think of that shit.
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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i had a dream my tumblr username was changed to something rly weird like 'applebottomjeans' and honestly i'm so confused still
also missed a doctor's call bc my phone was on silence and i straight up forgot about it :')
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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born to write reader fanfic forced to work constantly
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elfenbensord · 4 months
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this made me so fucking happy :')
more of my fav works with George Weasley
first part
♡ = smut, 18+ only
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her rhinestones, they shine endlessly
i think he’d look worse in pink
wish it on your worst enemy
goofy summer morning
dear george, love (y/n)
the rest will be history (I'm not afraid of these words: THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING I'VE EVER READ! I mean, I cried, and I laughed, and it's just the best 4,9k words in my life)
what once was mine
don't make her wait
freckles and smiles
pretty good idea
little white lies
pay attention
in disguise
only angel
blindsided
space girl
alright
flying
♡www
♡alone at last
♡one more night
♡decorated for me
♡delightfully devilish
♡each other's first time
♡george weasley during sex
♡george weasley headcanons
♡nsfw alphabet for george & y/n
♡kinktober 2023 - george weasley
♡george overstimulating you, and you cry
all the love to the authors of all these masterpieces: @dracoxsworld @george-weasleys-girl @siriusblackloml @acciojaeyun @gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley @desideriumwriter @pinkandblueblurbs @thebadgerclan @horrorxweasley @elfenbensord @honeymoonblues @lightininglydia @hpimaginesandblurbs @weelittleweasley
masterlist
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elfenbensord · 5 months
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been on a real loki binge recently, so please please send in requests for my lil loki blurb series!😘😘
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elfenbensord · 5 months
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Can I request platonic George Weasley x reader remembering Fred based on the song so far away by A7X?
Maybe a month after the twins opened their shop, Fred proposed to Y/N, and she's been crying into one of his sweaters for at least two weeks after he died?
a/n: i legit forgot that fred died and was so sad when i remembered. could not find the song but listened to ‘far away’ by carole king instead. hope you like it!
pairing: george weasley x platonic!reader
summary: reader and george are managing life after losing fred just fine, until (y/n) finds a box which was meant for them. angst with fluff ending!
warnings: panic attack, grief, mentions of character death
28.10.23
so far away
It was a normal afternoon, really. The shop had been busy like always, and you’d been managing your day just fine. You and George were finding a way through life in this new, uncomfortable constellation. Trying your best to piece together what was left of your existence before.
After spilling invisible ink on your shirt – invisible, still wet – you’d gone up to the closet to find a replacement shirt.
Fred’s shirts. His knitted jumpers and corduroy pants, his fancy suit bought for a “future occasion” as he’d called it. A stray sock, a failed experiment hiding in the back. The ache that had settled into your body ever since that night became sharper, a stinging pain making it hard to breathe. To feel the smell of him, sense how his body had once filled them out with warmth and hugs. It was all too much. 
Sitting down on the floor of the closet, you try to breathe like your healer had taught you.
Out, in. Out, in. Out, in.
The ground – or rather, one of his old coats – was lumpy and uncomfortable. You try to smooth out the garment, but instead touch your fingers to something velvety, soft and delicate. Pulling the unknown object out, you drop a small, velvety black box into your lap.
Pang. There goes your heart. 
You didn’t have to open the box to know what it was. It was a promise of a future, of love, of children and house and dog and a happily ever after. All things that were now an impossible dream.
Your heart starts beating faster, launching you into a deepening spiral once again.
“Fuck”, you say between gritted teeth. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-”
“Hey, you okay?” you hear George shout from the bottom of the stairs. “I’m just gonna close up the shop, then I’ll be up!”
Tears were streaming down your cheeks, unstoppable and wet. You were shaking, as you couldn’t take your eyes away from the box. Stupid, you thought. It’s so stupid. 
You hear George come into the hallway, closing the front door behind him. Hurrying to stand up, you wipe your face and do your best to compose yourself, before going to the hallway to greet him. 
Everything’s fine. I’m fine, you tell yourself. 
George looks tired, but there’s still the attempt of a smiling facade. “Sorry for disappearing on you, I– My shirt, it got inkstained–”
“No, no, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it!” He smiles softly at you. You feel as if your heart is being crushed inside your chest.
He keeps going, still not noticing your mood. “I just saw the cutest cat outside, I’m seriously considering adopting it into the shop. Wouldn’t that be cute, a cat in the shop?”
“I don’t want a cat!” You didn’t know why you suddenly got so angry. You didn’t try to hide your crying, your upsetness. “I don’t- I don’t want that.”
“Gees, it’s fine. It was just an idea.”
“Yeah, well, it was stupid”, you bite back. 
“Where is this coming from?” George’s voice is soft, his eyes glistening with concern.
You can’t hold back anymore. “I don’t want a cat, I want Fred. I want him to be here. He should be here.”
George looks back at you, eyes wide. 
You continue. “I found his stupid ring in that stupid box. And I hate it. I hate that he got a ring. I hate that it’s probably the perfect ring. I hate that I’ll probably love it. I hate that he never gave it to me. I hate that he probably had a stupid plan for proposing – don’t look so innocent, you were most definitely involved – and then he didn’t. Why didn’t he?”
After a beat of silence, George says without meeting your eyes, “He was gonna. That
 That night. He was gonna do it that night.”
“Oh, God
” you sigh. 
Tears are glistening in his eyes now. He clears his throat. “For the record, I hate it too. I hate everyday without him. It’s like someone’s ripped off my arm, and my leg and a lung. Like, I don’t know how to move. How to breathe. Or to do anything.”
You look at him. “Can we just agree that this sucks?”
"Definitely."
Like magnets, you’re pulled together in a tight hug. Grasping for each other, trying to find a comfort long gone. 
You let out a sigh. “It all just
 sucks so much. Too much.”
“It’s the worst!” George agrees.
Taking a breath, you say, “You know what would suck even more?”
“What?”
“If you weren’t here. Like, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to keep going without you. It would’ve sucked too hard to even try.”
George squeezes you tighter. “Yeah. I’m glad you’re here too.”
Pulling away, he smiles meekly. You smile back.
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elfenbensord · 5 months
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i love remus lupin <3
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elfenbensord · 5 months
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could you write something about cuddling george after you both had detention with umbridge and comforting each other? thanks!!
a/n: these two are just so cute ugh. hope you like it, love !😘
pairing: george weasley x gn!reader
warnings: mentions of blood.
summary: you and george find comfort in each other after a detention with umbridge. fluff. friends to lovers. 
18.10.23
not stupid at all
It’s still early. Still early in the night. Early in your lives – barely on the cusp of just sixteen and seventeen. Early in your relation to the each other, no definition in place yet. Just a loose statement of spending nights and mornings and free days together. 
It’s another one of those nights. Sitting together on George’s bed in the 7th year boy’s dormitory, you’re both afraid of showing too much. Too much emotion. Too much pain. Too much of your selves.
The words written in blood on your hands still fresh, stinging with an ugly sensation.
“It’s fine”, you say, coddling your hurting hand into your chest. Tears prick your eyes.  You smile forcibly. “Really, it’s nothing.”
George looks at you with big, sad puppy eyes. His hand isn’t much better than yours, still all his attention is drawn to your pain rather than his own.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
“Hey, you know what Professor McGonagall did the other day?” he suddenly says. 
“What?” you splutter.
He can barely hide his smile. “She turned Umbridge’s hat into a frog.”
You laugh, confused. “Why?”
“She said it was to demonstrate the noble art of transfiguration
 But I think she really just wanted to see Umbridge shreak.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. She started screaming bloody murder. McGonagall just stood there–”
You both burst into laughter. It’s a relief more than anything. Laughing for the sake of not crying. 
George suddenly wraps you up in a warm hug. Squeezing tighter than necessary. You breathe in tandem, listening to each others heart beats. You feel his hands bunch at your knitted jumper – borrowed from him, a maroon colour knit with a big G in the front.
You hear his hearbeats, steady and fast. Yours is ticking faster and faster. 
George releases the hug to lock eyes with you. He looks more serious than normal, usually hiding behind a grind and a quick joke. 
He breathes. “I
”
You look at him, swallowing quickly. “Yes?”
He looks away quickly, ears turning red. “It’s
 it’s stupid. Just forget it.”
“I’m sure it isn’t stupid.”
Taking your non-hurting hand in his, he’s more gentle than necessary. He takes a quick breath. Leaning in to be closer, he looks into your eyes. Then he places a solemn kiss on your cheek.
You blossom, barely being able to hide your smile.
“What d’you think?” he asks. 
You smile, thinking he’s far too charming for his own good. “Not stupid at all.”
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elfenbensord · 5 months
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mwah! thank you, thank you, thank you
i’m honestly in love with your writing and ‘lovebug’ was so cute!! all the little details and everything were so just ugh <3
i really appreciate you even considering my requests (especially seeing as i requested two in quite a short period)
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thank you thank you thank YOU! i had such a good time writing both of your requests❀
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