#dobby imagines

[milkybonya]

crush ☆ doyoung

order 069, anon: large taro milk tea with strawberry popping boba for treasure Doyoung

! : suggestive (kissing), explicit language (swear words)

# : bad boy!doyoung (but he's really just tsundere) x gn reader, ft. best friend!Jaehyuk

[💌: since hello era... doyoung and junghwan be hitting differently like THESE BOYS ARE ALL GROWN MY BBYS :( also anon i hope u like this one i'm sorry its so late T_T and on Haruto day?? not me posting a Dobby fic on Haruto day hehe HAPPY RUTO DAY]

there's no bad boy that makes you as weak in the knees as Doyoung. you have the fattest crush on him but no one will ever know. not even him. well, no one except for your best friend, Jaehyuk.

you keep your eyes straight ahead as Doyoung loudly enters the classroom, slamming the door accidentally (?) behind him and loudly pulling out his chair in the back to sit down.

you watch Jaehyuk wriggle his eyebrows as you from two rows ahead. then, you steal a glance back at Doyoung. he's leaning back in his head, facing the ceiling, revealing his attractive neck--

okay, seriously. you've gotta stop. how can a neck be attractive? well, his can.

you gulp as you face the front, trying to focus on the lesson. but... the teacher doesn't show up. so, as always, the kids start causing a ruckus. Doyoung keeps his head down in the back and you sigh as you sift through your homework, trying to find something non-violent to do.

just as Jaehyuk approaches you to have a conversation, he gets pushed aside by one of your class's rude idiots. he falls to the ground.

"y/n, is that the homework? can i borrow it?" they ask, leaning way too close.

"fuck off," you mutter, annoyed.

"huh? did you say something?" they ask, leaning even closer.

you sigh, trying to decide if you should fight back or just give them your homework--when you hear the legs of a chair scraping against the floor from behind you.

"just piss off! leave them alone," Doyoung yells at the rude idiot. "if you care about homework that bad, why don't you actually do it, hm?"

"yeah, he's right," Jaehyuk pipes up, finally getting up from the floor.

"and what if i don't leave them alone?" they challenge Doyoung, who makes some kind of quiet snarling sound before he bounds over to you.

"fuck. off," he says, shoving the person with each word.

they fall backwards onto a desk and Jaehyuk cheers.

your heart is racing, both because of the adrenaline the situation is making you feel, and because Doyoung is so... damn attractive while he's shutting these idiots down. his jaw is clenched and the outline of it is sharp. his lips glisten under the ceiling lights from when he licked them moments ago, trying to hold back his anger.

Doyoung turns to you, his ears red and his hands in his pockets. his dress shirt uniform is unbuttoned, revealing a black shirt underneath.

he doesn't say anything, just scans your face with slightly furrowed brows before walking to his spot in the back. once he's gone, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. then, you race to Jaehyuk, making sure he's okay.

"i'm fine! are you, though? your knight in shining armour totally just saved you--" Jaehyuk starts, wiggling his eyebrows.

"shut up!" you whine, slapping his arm.

you can't help but smile, though. as you look back to glance at Doyoung, you watch his head immediately jerk away from you.. as if his eyes had been on you before you looked at him.

you shrug it off as the teacher finally walks in.

-

Doyoung watches you for the entire lesson. he's never paid much attention to you until today, when those idiots were harassing you. usually, he doesn't get involved in class drama. but for some reason, he got so angry this time. he wonders why. he needs to know why.

the whole day you feel someone's eyes on you. every time you turn around, you see nothing. there's always so many students everywhere, so you don't pay it much mind. that is, until you notice something.

Doyoung is always there, in your line of vision, when you turn around to see if someone is watching you... but it's probably just a coincidence. it isn't until he joins you and Jaehyuk at the cafeteria to eat that you think maybe it wasn't a coincidence.

you're both stuffing your faces with food when he smoothly slides his tray in next to yours, sitting down and poking at his food.

"can we help you?" Jaehyuk asks, seeing how you're too stunned to speak.

"no. keep eating," Doyoung says somewhat coldly.

he watches you from the corners of his eyes.

"well, anyways, i think it's so dumb that we all have to do an outdoor activity this weekend and write a story about it. that's what little kids get assigned to do!" Jaehyuk complains, ignoring Doyoung.

"whyyy? i think it sounds so fun and cute! we could go on a picnic and both write about it--"

"i'm coming, too," Doyoung blurts out. he's shocked by his own words.

"why would you come?" Jaehyuk questions, maintaining (or trying to) a friendly tone.

"because... i don't know what else to do for the project either," Doyoung grumbles.

you stare at his lips, stained with the strawbery milk he just took a sip of.

"stop drooling, y/n," Jaehyuk says.

"shut up!" you screech, slapping your friend.

Doyoung chuckles and catches himself in the act. why was he so amused by you? he's never cared about a single living soul at this school before.

-

all three of you show up to the park with hands full of goodies... except, Doyoung's 'goodies' are just his skateboard... that's it.

Jaehyuk shakes his head, sighing as he lays down the blanket and one side of it folds in because of the wind. you're too busy staring at Doyoung as he sets his skateboard down to notice your own friend struggling.

"hello? a little help here?" Jaehyuk whines, but you still can't hear him.

the wind blowing through Doyoung's hair and rustling his clothes makes him look incredibly attractive. your knees feel weak and you decide to help Jaehyuk to distract yourself.

before you know it, you're being stopped by Doyoung himself.

"no, let me," he says in a deep voice, taking over and helping Jaehyuk with the blanket.

eventually, everything is set up and the three of you are sat surrounded by snacks and your notebooks.

"well.. we can't just write that all we did was sit here and eat. what should we do?" Jaehyuk points out.

"how about a game?" you ask excitedly.

you peek at Doyoung to see his reaction, but he's staring off into space. you pout and Jaehyuk notices.

"hey, Doyoung! what do you think?" Jaehyuk asks.

"yeah, sure. if y/n wants to, let's do it."

you feel butterflies within you as you grin as Doyoung.

"how about truth or dare?! Jaehyuk first! truth or dare?" you say.

"truth!"

"boring," you and Doyoung say at the same time. you both look at each other and you watch the boy's lips curve slightly upwards.

"i pick truth. now ask me something."

"have you ever liked y/n?" Doyoung asks, lazily.

your heart races at the question, even though you already know the answer.

"i did before, actually. i confessed but.. it didn't work out.

"how long ago was that?" Doyoung asks, brows furrowed.

"Doyoung, your turn! it's one question only," you say.

he presses his lips together before choosing 'dare'.

"i dare you to eat all those strawberries in one minute," Jaehyuk says.

you slap his arm, telling him that's too much, but Doyoung goes for it. you watch as his cheeks fill with the red berries, his face puffy as he chews. he starts laughing when you both laugh at how funny he looks, and he isn't able to eat them all because he laughs so hard he has to spit everything out!

"y/n, your turn," Doyoung says softly.

"mmm.. okay what will my truth be and what will my dare be?" you ask.

"dare is you kiss Doyoung and truth is do you like Doyoung," Jaehyuk asks.

your jaw drops and Doyoung smirks, amused.

"you--"

"pick!" Jaehyuk urges.

you sigh and choose dare, thinking that'll be the safer option.

Doyoung's face is slightly red as you turn to him.

"kiss! kiss! kiss!" Jaehyuk chants like a kid.

"shut up!" you say before turning to Doyoung, gently cupping and squeezing his cheeks so his lips are puffy, and pressing your own lips to his.

the kiss is soft, his lips are plump and his mouth tastes like strawberries. as if instictually, Doyoung's arm wraps around your waist, but Jaehyuk's giggles make you pull away.

"well, won't i have quite the situation to write about!"

"shut up, Jae," you say, nervously.

you still feel butterflies and you can feel Doyoung looking at you. every time you look at him, he looks away.

a few moments later, Jaehyuk gets up in search of a washroom. you and Doyoung are left on your own.

"i'm sorry if you didn't want to do that kiss--" you start.

"no. i wanted to," Doyoung replies sweetly.

"oh?"

"did you want to?"

"yes," you reply.

"do you want to do it again?" he asks while leaning back his weight rested on his arms.

"y-yeah."

and that's how Doyoung kisses you so hard that you fall onto the picnic blanket, Doyoung's arm also catching you as you fall. you place a hand to his chest to keep yourself grounded as butterflies rage inside you, but feeling his heartbeat makes you melt even more.

"hey, i leave for one second and come back to this?!" Jaehyuk says in disgust.

quickly, the two of you pull away.

Doyoung's face is red and he clears his throat.

"well... to avoid this from getting awkward, i say we end the picnic here," Jaehyuk announces.

after cleaning up everything, Doyoung pulls you aside to ask if you want to hang out with just him some time.

"i like you, y/n. something about you just keeps drawing me to you," he says, caressing your cheek.

"i-i-yes.. let's meet! this weekend! wait, it is the weekend... maybe some time this week after school?"

Doyoung laughs, a rare sight. "sure. let's meet after school."

you and Jaehyuk walk home together and the whole time he's teasing you, but you couldn't be happier.

[octavianacidicbreastmilk]

babbo is such an underrated daddy kink word. babbo, per piacere, chiavatemi

[mchsm07]

I love seeing Doyoung enthusiasts on this app😩 makes me so happy bcs they’re so rare👀 could I request some dom doyoung smut like maybe he gets turned on seeing you in his clothes like his shirt or hoodie or smth and fucks you in it😩

Soaking wet

Pairing: Doyoung × fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1 k

Warnings: cursing words, fingering, oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex,

Summary: After a rough day of course, your umbrella broke on the way home in the biggest storm. You went to your closest friend until the storm passed. You and Doyoung have been close friends for a long time. Sometimes too close. You always liked him, but nothing more than an innocent kiss happened between two of you, until now.

"Whoa. The wet hair is sexy but this is already scary"

"Haha. will you let me in or continue to wonder at me?"

After he letting you in with a sneaky smile under his nose he gave you a towel, a hair dryer and said 'feel free to take some clothes out of my closet' while he wiped up the puddle of water what you left behind. Your hand automatically reached for his favorite shirt which you put on, satisfied that it would be enough, since it reached almost to your knees.

"Would you like some hot ... tea?" Doyoung's jawline almost dropped to the floor when he saw you in his shirt. He thinks your little perfect shaped body in that oversized shirt is the most beautiful view. "Yea, i would appreciate it." Your face went up in flames as you felt his gaze scans you from head to toe.

He could hardly tear himself away from the sight, he couldn't deny seeing you in his clothes turned him on. He made your tea silently, during which he played countless options in his head in which position he would fuck you with his shirt on. As you drank the warm tea, while his lustfully eyes on you almost scorched your skin, you only more flooded with heat. "You are hot in my shirt no doubt but do you know how would you be even hotter? " You almost chocked on your tea. You don't often hear dirty minded pickup line from him. "Hm?"

"With me between your thighs" Saying the last word without even waiting for your reaction he pressed his lips against yours starting right into a wet make out session. His hands was all over your body, traveled all the way from your waist to your ass. Kneading your booty and held you close so you felt his bulge in his pants. Doyoung despite being known as a paper doll, will easily lift you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. Without his tongue stopping for a moment his hand slid straight between your uncovered folds. "Already wet and i havent even touched you"

He lightly rubs against your pussy lips, spreading your slick before inserting his middle finger as deep as he could. A soft moan left your mouth however he took it out with that movement and then licked your wetness off his finger. "Hm tastes too good, But I’m not going to touch you until you beg it” His voice reeked with authority.

"Please.?" You muttered with some uncertainty in your voice. His lips turned into a sneaky smirk to your word while he unbuttoned the upper 3 buttons of the shirt. "Not enough princess. You know better than that" He took your nipple between his two fingers. "Please, Doyoung! Touch me, please." Whimpered out finally while he was busily playing with your breasts. With a look of satisfaction on his face he leaned down. Then pulled up the shirt he licked between to your folds without any preparation. Your body shuddered at the sudden sensation. His lips latching onto your clit, sucking and licking your sensitive area continously. Your moan grew louder as the movements of his tongue became more decisive. "You taste like the heaven" He murmurred on your pussy. His thick finger prods at your slit, gathering your wetness and the saliva in order to slip it in easily and curls up into you, making you want more. You buried your fingers in his hair start to loosen up around him, but your pussy keeps clenching around his fingers in order to keep them there. His tongue swirls around your clit while his middle finger fucks your pussy. You whimper, moan, and your toes curl. You wanted him so bad. "Doyoung, pleaseee" You whined impatiently. He tore his tongue away from your clit and straightened up to you as he pumped his fingers non-stop.

"Please what?"

"I want.."

"What you want princess?" In the absence of an answer, he also viciously deprived you of his fingers, which made you whimp reluctantly "You want my dick, huh? "

"Yesss. Want your dick please. I can't wait more" Hearing your words he pulled his mouth into a satisfied grin, as if he had been waiting for just that.

"So needy" he pushed his pants down enough to get his erection out of his boxers. Holding your hand with your palm placed on his hard cock and stroke on it "This pretty pussy needs my dick?"

" Fuck, yes. I want your dick inside me so bad" You didn't have to say more. He adjusted his hardness to your soft entrance than slowly pushed himself into you.

“Fuck!” You both groaned at the same time. He started moving gradually. Surrendering to the pleasure you closed your eyes and leaned back on your elbows.

“God you so thight” He muttered staring down at the way his cock disappeared in your folds only to come back out and push more slick. He grasped your one leg and placed on his shoulder then pushing the shirt up with his other hand, he gripped your waist. Dictating a steady pace he pushed both of you to the edge of orgasm.

" Cum for me my princess. Cum on my dick" He pulled out before thrusting deeper inside of you. Your cunt tightening around him as he repeated a few more times and reached your sweet spot. "Don't stop it please, im so close" You whined with heavy breathing as you felt your body falling to pieces from the pleasure within seconds.

“ Ah god ” You manage to breathe out as soon as the orgasm reached you. "Shit" He pace starts to get sloppy as he’s close to finishing too thanks to your pulsing pussy. He filled you up completely within a few seconds with a deep groan.

"I think i found my new fetish. You in my clothes."

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I liked this idea 🔥 Also this was my first one shot after a long time. Thank you for you patient. Hope you like it ♡

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 16: Fingertips

Words: 645 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

You’ve seen muggles addicted to things like money, cars, even alcohol, After all, everyone in the world has something they are addicted to, but you always found yourself back in the same place when it came to your own, plastered against the cool hallway wall in The Malfoy Manor with a bated breath.

Draco Malfoy is about six feet of the male version of sex on legs. His signature platinum blonde hair and piercing silver eyes had caught the eyes of many girls at school. It really drove everyone mad when he’d started growing scruff around his jawline, but none could handle the roughness around the edges like you could. Surprisingly, even being from different houses, Draco’s invited you here many times over breaks and his father never complained. Usually you’d just study together or complain about things neither of you have control over, but couldn’t discuss within the walls of the school. However, it never mattered which came first because it always ended the same.

Today, the mansion has been completely empty aside from you and Draco. The family elf, Dobby had been dismissed thanks to Harry himself just months ago and Lucius’ frequent business for the Ministry had kept him too occupied to bother finding a replacement. Draco’s mother, Narcissa has been keeping herself busy too lately, running alongside her sister, Bellatrix, doing who knows what. And in that same manner, you’ve been running around doing who knows what with Draco all week long.

It always started in the dining room. The long ebony table took up most of the room, but the family had hardly sat here for a proper meal. When you were alone in the comfort of your parent’s home, you’d think of Draco eating here alone, only served by an elf that would quickly be dismissed, and now, he doesn’t even get that.

The curtains don’t help much either. Heavy black, pure velvet clinging over the floor to ceiling windows and it sickened you. You could hardly see the sun through them, not a single plant would ever survive here, but they were a perfect accent in comparison to the emerald green chairs. At least his father thought so.

You’d sat closer to Draco today, side by side actually. You’d decided to open the curtains to let in some of the natural light. Draco protested, even going as far as rushing over to take your hands off. His father would be upset, of course, but you could handle it. Lucius didn’t scare you.

And with the sun peering through just right and Draco’s hand on yours, rays catch in the silvers of his irises. He must have noticed the same spark in your own eyes, a curiosity clouding your young lustful minds.

Draco’s lips were on yours faster than you could breathe and within that time, he had you right where he wanted you. So, you stand, half naked with goosebumps prickling across the surface of you skin from being smashed against the frigidness of the wall just outside his bedroom. You two couldn’t even make it that far, but that’s nothing new.

Draco’s lips always follow wherever his fingertips travel. From your curls to the tip of your bulbed nose, to your lips and the curve of your jawline. He took extra care to let his fingers curl around the base of your neck when he kissed there, causing you to moan up towards the ceiling in pleasure while he kissed deep into your skin, licking and biting too, before leaving the area warm and throbbing in his absence. The next thing you know, you’ve been kissed all over, inches of your body trembling against his touch and his absence. He always takes you into his room when you’re like this, drunk off the touch of his fingertips and kisses, and yearning to have your addiction completely satisfied.

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Hogwarts Goes Loony For . . . Lupin's Chocolate Shack™

Breaking news just in : Remus Lupin, DADA professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, opens new chocolatier business inside the castle's walls.

. . .

A few days ago, on a cold, misty morning, our news team received report of a new scheme taking place at the magical Scottish school buried in the hills. Hearing this, we sent top reporters to the site immediately, gaining insight on the matter at hand.

Upon entering the stone walls, at once we noticed the origins of our story. Embedded in one of the long hallways stood a crooked, wooden shack. Tucked away neatly, was a little desk piled high with an array of bars and bonbons, with boards above listing each item available, and even a blackboard, handwritten written with todays special flavour. Magical teapots were filled to the brim with melted chocolate, pouring it into moulds whilst it suspended itself in mid air, there were even sheets upon sheets of paperbag-brown wrappings encasing the delicious delights. Students lined up, pointing at all the different things that were to offer. It was a very intriguing and hunger-inducing experience, however the truth of the matter was, that the rumours and tip offs we received were true.

The information we managed to gather is as follows, the man behind it all, Professor Remus Lupin had somehow opened a 24/7 one stop chocolate shop for those in need of a little pick me up. The slogan reads, "It helps, it really helps".

The shack is filled with all sorts, something for everyone, there's dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, nutty, fruity, crunchy, chewy, he's got the lot!

After a convincing plead, our reporting team bagged an exclusive scoop, or should I say dip (honestly those double dipped cinnamon bars he sells are bloody marvellous! oh uh-) EHEM... in the form of an interview with none other than the shop-runner himself, Remus Lupin...

"Yes, well it is rather popular, isn't it? I never thought it would go this far.", he admitted.

"I suppose it began when a student of mine brewed up the idea, I was already handing out a square of chocolate after each of my classes anyway... it truly does help ease the stress, and with the pressure these students must feel with their O.W.LS and N.E.W.TS right around the corner... I thought it was a nice idea", the mousy-haired man went on, now fiddling with the ties of his apron.

"Of course after Dumbledore approved of the idea, I simply placed a few bars on a wooden table outside my classroom, let them help themselves and all that... but as you can see", he gestured around to his little stall, "it progressed drastically... sometimes I wonder if I really am the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at all, walking around in this pinny covered in chocolate and smelling of cinnamon, icing sugar, caramel... you name it!", those on scene can confirm he did indeed smell this way.

His gaze trailed off to the high ceiling in the hall and with that, he made his way back behind the desk, handing out chocolate to the masses.

Whilst at the scene, we asked the opinions of the surrounding students on the new delicious phenomenon:

"It really is wonderful! Such a kind idea and really helpful when I'm feeling a little bit down", one dark haired Ravenclaw girl revealed.

"I was the one who gave him the idea, I'm so glad he went along with it, the smell in the corridors now is divine.", a tall, blonde slytherin girl said.

"Mmm good bit of choccy this is", said one first year as he counted out his bonbons.

The overall view of those that this shop effected, were positive, with many of them admitting it is, "absolutely delicious" and "really nice". Yet, the exclusive information doesn't stop there, whilst on the Hogwarts grounds we overheard a conversation between the staff at the school...

"Well, everyone certainly seems more jolly these days, don't they?", said one Scottish witch.

"Mm y-e yes-", replied what seemed to be the charms teacher, stuffing his mouth with said products from the nearby shack.

This new business adventure sure seemed like a big hit, or did it... after noticing many of the children preferring to stock up on the choc instead of attending the great hall for dessert, we decided to ask the opinions of the house elves who work in the castle's kitchens.

"Nuisance he is with that bleeding chocolate... spend all day... nothing... waste of my time doing the cooking...", a particularly hard-faced elf mumbled.

However the opinion was divided, "Dobby loves Sir Remus' chocolate, oh its sooo good, the caramel one is Dobby's favourite mm hmmm", a cheery little one told us.

Further curious of the working of said shack, our team surveilled the area for a short, but telling, period of time. We sent in a 'mole' or I suppose... an owl... to monitor the situation and report back. Our findings are most insightful. It seems that outside of his lessons, Professor Lupin takes periodical shifts in the chocolate corner, perhaps to be the only staff member at present, however we did notice the 24/7 feature of this business is most divulging. The majority of hours, the shack is left under no supervision, simply letting customers come and go as they please, helping themselves to whatever they fancy, whenever they fancy it! This generosity is incredibly heartwarming, and the majority of students only take a small selection of treats, leaving plenty for others, just looking for a pick me up between classes. However, we have backed up evidence of a select few students (and teachers...) filling whatever they can with the velvety snacks: pockets (including those for wands), bags, hats, mouths and even shoes! Despite the trail of chocolate chips some of these perpetrators leave behind, this is otherwise newly exposed information. During our interview with Remus, we asked his input on the debacle,

"Well, that's what it's there for, fill your boots!", in spite of what some may presume, we don't think he meant that literally...

So there you have it, the truth, the reality, and the reasoning behind Lupin's Chocolate Shack™. We hope you enjoyed our report and continue to subscribe to our newsletter for more indulgent inside takes on pressing matters such as this one.

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[obaewankenope]

The day Dobby died is the day House Elves everywhere felt a shift in their being. Something fundamental was returned to them that they had never even realised they'd lost.

Almost overnight, dozens of witches and wizards found themselves on the receiving end of punishments they'd handed out to their elves for whatever reasons they'd had at the time. Thousands died screaming and begging and confused.

Children were spared only when the House Elves knew they would be different to their parents. Not all children met that single criteria.

Two days after the death of Dobby The Free Elf, House Elves reestablished their ownership of forests and woods, glens, brooks, rivers and streams. House Elves remembered they had never been meant for houses.

The Brownies returned to England, Wales, Scotland, Ireland.

Brownies returned and the wizarding world trembled.

[mahoushojoumonster]

“Oh… you’re here…”

[wafflinglumos]

Hermione Granger, Regulus Black, and house elf injustice.

Hermione Granger and Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare, or, S.P.E.W, and the bad execution of it.

Hermione saw house elves as equal, she saw the lack of care in their jobs, the lack of holidays and pay, the lack of care or the house elves, and tried to free them from that, in a rather emotionally charged way and maybe with not the best execution, however, she cared and was a fourteen-fifteen year old girl who saw injustice, who faced the same injustice from the same Wizarding world, and wanted to fix it in the only way that she could that worked.

She cared for their justice, she worked tirelessly to achieve it and for the most part she had eventually achieved. While she may favour some house elves over others do to personal relationships with them we can actively see Hermione’s care for house elf rights as a whole. Made badges, petitions, etc etc. While you could argue it was done poorly, she again was a teenage girl who saw an injustice and wanted to fix it, which with by the time she was Minister, she had.

However, again, she was a terribly flawed activist, lovely idea, very, very poor execution. Her heart was in the right place, sure, and she was much more new to this than Ron, so yes her immediate attempts at helping them were in the right, but the execution was rather terrible. We do get to see her eventually go at in a better way. Still good idea, bad execution.

Regulus Black and superiority.

Regulus didn’t care for house elves as a whole, or at the very least, we have no evidence to support that, we have in fact, the exact opposite. Regulus supported Voldemort on a much deeper level compared to his parents, his parents got cold feet, and Regulus continued to support him, had a shrine of him, worshipped him if anything. He thoroughly believed in Voldemort’s beliefs, as did his parents. Regulus Arcturus Black was a Death Eater.

He was also however a Black, first and foremost, which is what I think is most likely what drove to his betrayal. Voldemort had wounded Kreacher and left him for dead, Kreacher would technically be “property” of the house of Black, so Voldemort hurting something so brutally that Regulus deemed as his probably was the driving force that drove to his betrayal. Regulus still had those pureblood beliefs, realistically speaking, so it wasn’t because he suddenly started thinking muggleborns were equal or that muggles should even exist.

He still loved his mother if that’s anything to go by, as Regulus was ordered not to tell as to not harm his family, it’s not specified if Orion was included as he died the same year as Regulus but it’s not stated if it was before or after, and Sirius had been disowned and was an order member so it also did not include him. This also furthers pushes Regulus’ still belief in Voldemort’s belief but no longer his cause.

Muggleborn vs Pureblood.

Hermione’s care for house elves as a whole versus Regulus’ care for only Kreacher, can be pinned down to various things in their characters, but I’m going to point out the major one. Hermione is a muggleborn, and Regulus was a wealthy pureblood. Hermione knew of the scrutiny in the wizarding world, but Regulus had participated in it.

Regulus wouldn’t have loved SPEW, maybe wouldn’t have hated it but surely wouldn’t have loved it, definitely wouldn’t have cared for Hermione.

Hermione cared about house elves and justice, and Regulus cared for his family. That is what makes their relationship with house elves different.

[holesthemovie]

still praying it gets cancelled, but i made a bingo card for the harry potter hbo max series. i could honestly make more, i see the vision of this horrible gruesome thing so clearly in my mind's eye

[mafaldaknows]

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[officialdreadwolf]

Absolutely screaming like forget about her for a second this is bad enough all on it’s own 😭😭😭

[girlwithbloodyfangs]

how consciousness is connected with manifestation

So I watched this youtube video called "Strange Experiences Of Consciousness That I Have No Scientific Explanation Or Proof For But That's OK" by goobie and dobbie.

listening to him, he shared his strange magical experience in his life, how everything is connected ,how everything is just a consciousness, how we all can feel the truth / existence / each other....because we all are somehow somewhere is connected with each other , might we are all one or maybe everything is just me/you and experiencing my/our imagination...i mean it could get a lot much deeper but one thing is for sure that everything is just an consciousness. i also recently discovered an instagram profile where this guy talks about after death experience shared by people while they were hypnothiest , he talks about some experiment which would have been done on people, like kids sharing their past life experience..they still remember their past life, talking about how we all souls have free will to experience things , we all have multiple soulmates....a lot of bunch things, overall focusing on the after death experience....i think everything is depend on your belief system, only if you allow things to be true, i think every possible thing that you can imagine it exist. things you have never imagined could also exist, in simple words possibility is infinite, as creation is already done all the possibilities already exists. This world is full of magic, creativity and art..we make things beautiful and strange at the same time. I find it cool to be honest. As that guy shared his dream experience in his video, how his dream was connected with strange things happening around him and somehow guiding him for good and giving him clarity in terms of his life choice...which is strange and cool at the same time..in conclusion everything is connected. I don't know, I just find this fact so mesmerizing.

So I would like to connect this information with manifestation :)

About manifestation, i think it's really just the easiest thing ever to experience your desire in 3D, cause everything is connected. right ? If I want something, I can just decide that I have it and for sure will experience it because it is meant for me ( not in future terms that I will but with faith and knowing that yeah, it's guaranteed ). because I know everything is connected so if i would focus on that one thought it would influence that thing and i would attract that thing in my reality. one thing i know for sure that everything happens in your favour and by your choice. If you have negative/positive beliefs (which most probably shapes your 3D reality) , if you want something different from your beliefs that you have built overtime, you can just take a break and think from a relaxed mind and decide what you want, instead of worrying and having fear or doubts. just give it a try, don't force it and imagine it. imagine things to be more easy and things always go with a flow as you favour it. manifestation is just deciding what you want and trust that it is meant to happen, well happy news for you because everything is connected (consciousness) it meant to happen. Another reason why persistence and repetition have been called the key to manifestation. Do yourself a favour trust that it's done, visualize as much as you can, affirm as you remember about your desire, think as "what would you think if you already have your desire", try to be in wish fulfilled, at the end of the day it is meant to happen so keep up with the faith and ignore those opposing thoughts.

Final talk about time!!!! well, it depends on your belief, if you think you can manifest instantly then you do otherwise you don't. As for a fact time is just an illusion/ imagination, it doesn't exist not even for your subconscious mind. So what you do to manifest things faster is by persisting, repetition ,being in the knowing state that it's done and keeping up with your faith. if something doesn't align perfectly in your 3D, please don't torture yourself by questioning, why? instead reaffirm with confidence and faith.

btw this is my first own blog, i hope it will be helpful to those of you who are new to manifestation and want to gain some clarity.

so, I would call this my today's epiphany or a journal. if it helps you, i am glad...have a nice day and happy manifesting.

~keep slaying ;) #girlwithbloodyfangs

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heartbeat (thorin oakenshield x female!modern! reader)

gif by me!!

desc. - reader puts her CPR lessons to good use when thorin's on the brink of death. (inspired by an imagine by @imaginexhobbit but make it sad🫶 also i listened to "farewell to dobby" while reading this, it adds so muchhh)

warnings - angst 💔

word count - 2.7k

For most of the time you’d been traveling with Thorin and his merry band of warriors, you could only account a few times you provided yourself useful to the group. Bofur was a whittler and toy maker, Oin a healer, Ori a scribe. Thorin and his sister-sons, the rightful heir to a kingdom. Even Bilbo had squeezed his way into a position of burglary, though he was hardly fit, and was still fighting to prove himself.

You?

A few stories around the campfire. Some questions answered about where you’d appeared from out of nowhere in particular. Mouth watering modern food recipes you babbled on about, over rabbit stew Bombur happily served on the cold nights on the road. And sure, you were getting good with a sword, but not nearly as skillful as the fearless fighter Dwalin.

You could see the malevolence and distaste in Thorin’s eyes when Gandalf decided for himself that you would make a fine addition to the group. After all, some otherworldly stranger happening upon them just as their fateful quest began was no coincidence. To him it meant something. But to the leader of the group? Danger? Deadweight? You couldn’t tell. Whatever it was, it settled behind his cold, steel-blue eyes and swelled whenever he watched you fail miserably at every task given.

You simply weren’t built for a world like this.

Thorin didn’t hate you. He wasn’t necessarily fond of you either. And how you longed to fit in, impress him maybe. Break past whatever tough exterior that he used to keep a distance between the two of you. Pushing too much would surely annoy him, so you opted to keep to yourself, sitting back and placing yourself near Gandalf and the witty Bilbo Baggins, who seemed to have walked a few miles in your own shoes. If he could wear them, that is. Hoping maybe one day the King under the mountain would come around. Maybe.

But now, soaring over the horizon of a morning sun and above the towering mountains, on the feathered back of a massive bird, Bilbo had proven himself in his bravery, and you were alone and useless in your skills.

You were seated atop the same eagle as the halfling, right behind another that carried Thorin’s limp body in its talons, wind and the worried cries of his nephews rushing through your hair and past your ears. Azog’s fight was not an easy one. Not that you could do much anyways, dangling uselessly from a blazing pine tree and fingers slipping from its scorching branches. But Thorin, ever the brave, was taken down quickly.

Thank the lord for Gandalf’s endless alliances.

Now, the eagles circled a plateau, oddly sticking out from above high treetops like a sore thumb, and began to descend to its slanted surface where each member of the company jumped off. Some destination this was, hundreds of feet off the ground. You’d think they might find a safer spot to land this band of underground dwelling travelers but beggars can’t be choosers. At least you were out of harm's way for the time being. The eagle you and Bilbo rode flew low enough for you to hop off and land safely on the cliff’s surface, then turn and see Thorin, unconscious and unmoving, set down gently in front of the rest of the group.

They all crowded around him, shouting and shaking his body vigorously, but to no avail. Your stomach dropped when you heard one of them mutter a word that sounded like “dead”.

You rushed over, just getting a few glimpses of his face from behind the heads of thick hair and heavy fur coats circling him like vultures, Bilbo at your heels and following in curiosity.

“He’s not breathing!”

“Thorin! Thorin, wake up!” A hand tapped on the side of his face.

You immediately began shouting to clear some room. The sea of worried dwarves parted for you, just enough room to sling your haversack off your shoulders and lean down on your knees, bringing an ear to his mouth. They were right. Not a breath to be heard. Nor a pulse, you discovered, after placing your fingers to the side of his cold neck.

“No…no no, no.”

The company shared confused mutters and looks, worry lines still etched like canyons in their faces as they watched you clamor to unclasp his thick cloak and pull away as much clothing as you could from his chest.

Now, you were no doctor. Not even a medical student for that matter. Just barely scraping by with an art degree and two, low paying part-time jobs back home. Wherever that was. But, thankfully, those required CPR lessons back in junior high suddenly came rushing back to you, and you were gonna put to the best use you could.

You locked your elbows, flattened your palms, and then hastily pressed against the brute of his firm chest. Mahal, it was stubborn, and the armored shirt between your hands and his heart was no help, but acting quickly spared no time for shedding any more of his clothes. Again and again you pressed, one, two, just how the instructor taught you with her quick tongue and loud voice.

“An even pace! You’re going to lose him!”

The recall made your head spin, especially considering it might have been a bit comedic at the time, trying to revive an armless mannequin on the tile floor of your classroom. But under the steady pressure of your palms was a real person, teetering on the edge of life and death.

Gandalf landed somewhere behind you, being the last to touch ground, but he was forgotten in the sea of deep voices asking what you could possibly be doing.

By the 16th compression, you were beginning to break a sweat. Twenty, twenty one…

“Lass… what are ya’ doing?” Bofur's voice, usually friendly and jovial, was a low and cowering one. His question left the rest of the group quiet. You heard, but you didn’t answer. That would be for later when this was over. Preferably with a happy ending.

Thirty.

You moved to pinch Thorin's nose shut, tilting his head just slightly off the ground with the other hand tangled in his hair and breathed into his open mouth.

Any and all bewildered muttering was lost on the focus you had, to watch for any movement in his relaxed face.

You breathed again, and then bent over to listen. Nothing.

Now things began to get more grave than you’d taken them before.

You moved back to begin compressions again, this time pressing harder and deeper against his heart. You lifted a forearm to wipe the sweat gathering on your brow.

In your class, you were supposed to take turns, and rotate when one got tired so they could properly compress. But this wasn’t class.

Thorin was beneath the weight of your hands and his face was losing color.

“Come on… come on Thorin.”

You lost count after the 19th shove downwards, adrenaline kicking in and tears blurring the corners of your eyes as Thorin convulsed.

A warm hand settled on your shoulder above.

“Lass… he-” you smacked it away, anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach like fire that you spat out.

“No! No he’s not, n-not yet.”

Again, you breathed into his airway, heavy and even, like you were supposed to. You were doing everything right. So why wasn’t it working? Why wasn’t he breathing?

This was the quietest you had ever heard the company. Only birds and the sound of your exhausted, heaving breaths and choking sobs floating in the cool morning air.

You moved back to compressions, starting again, one, two, three. You were begging him, hysterically pleading his unresponsive body to kick start back up.

“Please Thorin. Come on.”

Now tears rolled down the apple of your cheeks, warm and bothersome and blinding, falling over your hands and his clothes. Your arms ached at the now desperate shoving against his heart. You looked pathetic, like a widow begging for scraps of Thorin’s lifeline, something to get him through. The ground dug harshly into your knees, bruising and irritating them through the pants as they dully scraped with each movement.

Twenty two.

You were slowing down, growing weary and tired from the work. But it wasn’t good enough. At this point, with the silent stares, you knew that even the ever stubborn dwarves had lost hope for their leader some time ago. And you had too, but now you were already getting past the twenty-fifth press down. Curse the lot of them, just staring down at you with pity as you sniffed and wiped the snot and tears from your face. And curse the beauty of the morning sun peaking over the mountains, so regal and beautiful, and staring down at the morose show of a sad little human weeping to herself.

“Please… please, God you idiot. Running down there like that.”

A cry frogged its way out of the back of your throat, raspy and gurgling. You lift his head for the third time, sniffed in and then pushed your shaking breath as hard as you could manage, pulled away, then back down to press your quivering lips upon his cold ones and-

A breath. Soft and faint, just barely there, and it slightly cooled the tears on your face.

You froze, staring down at Thorin to see his eyes twitch just slightly underneath their lids. Another exhale fled him, his time much more apparent, and his brows furrowed as he stirred awake. The gasps and shouts from the company, scrambling over and circling him like they did before to help him up as he came to.

“He’s alive!”

“A miracle! Bless the Valor!”

You lifted yourself from the ground, onto your feet, but the shock of your attempts actually working, and exhaustion, just left you to stumble backwards onto your butt, crying harder than before, in relief and joy, nonetheless sobbing like your life depended on it. You gave into the fatigue of your muscles, the tiredness from the adrenaline, and exhaustion from your sobs, and fell onto your back, covering your eyes with a forearm with the other limply laying on the ground next to you. Bilbo kneeled next to you and laid his small hand over yours, watching as the king was pulled to his feet and grimacing at the noises of his jovial party celebrating with shouting and laughing.

“You did it,” The burglar said quietly, just enough for you to hear. It wasn’t just amazement in his voice, but reassurance. Something to ground you, like the warm squeeze of his hand.

You trembled, breaths coming in and out with a shiver.

Thorin’s dazed when you slowly sit up off the ground to look at him, swaying about and being jostled as each excited dwarf embraced and jumped around him, and an arm shouldered over Kìli’s to keep his balance.

“You were dead.” Dwalin’s normally stony, hard-set face, was graced with the most horrified look you’d ever seen in your life, eyes widened and brows twisted upwards in awe. That seemed to settle everyone down enough, and shake Thorin from the rest of his stupor. Once again, the world around you was blessed with silence that you hadn’t gotten a taste of since you arrived. It was short lived.

“Dead?” Thorin asked, incredulous and confused.

“Ye’ weren’t breathing lad!” Gloin chimed in, “we thought you were gone!”

The king’s eyes narrow, and shift between the members of his party, blinking away a head rush.

“How is that possible?” The second set of words he’d spoken since he screamed Azog’s name. Thorin’s voice was low and rasping. He slowly turned, following the astounded, wide-eyed stares from the surrounding dwarves, boring into you like you were some God.

You sniffled, wiping at your reddened, runny nose with the sleeve of your shirt.

He lifted a jeweled hand to graze over his heart, where you were reviving him, just staring at the sad sight of your tearful eyes.

“She saved ya’, Thorin,” Balin’s voice is serious and somber, breaking the silence, “Brough’ ya’ back from near death. Mahal knows how.”

Thorin’s eyes grew sharp, brows furrowing and piercing into you, where you pulled yourself to sit on your knees. His fingers tightened around the cloth where his hand laid, clutching at his chest.

“You,” he gruffed, “You did this?”

“I-I… I didn’t know if it was gonna work.” Your throat tightened and squeezed. Great, even more tears flowed down your face. Thorin’s eyes held the same glint that made your stomach twist with embarrassment and shame. The least he could do is offer a nod of gratitude towards you. Instead, he tore free from the group, ripping his arm away off his nephew’s shoulder and stumbling towards you like a drunken fool, with thudding footsteps.

Dwalin calls after him uselessly, just hanging back and letting the scene play out.

When he stops in front of you, eyes firey and broad chest heaving breaths in and out, standing a few inches over where you’re knelt, all you can do is try not to look away. You’re glad you hadn’t.

A boa-tight grip took hold of your heart and tightened when you saw his features soften, worry lines and crow's feet disappearing in the appearance of a small, incredulous smile. His softened eyes lined themselves with the hint of tears catching like jewels in the morning sun. Thorin dropped down to his knees to meet your height in a hug that you could never have prepared yourself for. You freeze for a moment, completely dumbfounded. Thorin, fearless, merciless, King Under the Mountain was hugging, no, embracing you, with the force of a thousand winds and strength of ten thousand men, because he was alive, thanks to you. And you hugged him back, pulling closer than you already were, and grasping at the back of his shirt and cried into his shoulder. The dwarves cheered in excitement behind Thorin. Through the yelling and praise, you can hear Thorin’s low voice next to your ear.

“I cannot repay this deed. Thank you.”

You pull away to see the kindest, warmest smile your eyes had ever been blessed to lay upon. It knocked the breath from your lungs. The corners of his eyes and the arch of his nose wrinkled upwards. It suited his face much more than the cold and stoic stares he was prone to.

“I wasn’t sure you were gonna make it.” Was all you could huff out.

“Yet I did. I misunderstood you greatly.” Thorin wiped a tear from the side of your face, “You make a member of this group. My life is indebted to you. And you,”

He peered over your shoulder at a wide-eyed Bilbo Baggins, standing just past your shoulder. You helped him stand from the ground, arm linked in his to meet the hobbit.

“You nearly got yourself killed,” he slipped free from your arm, and started toward Bilbo, just as he did you. “Did I not say you would be a burden? That you would not survive in the wild?”

Your face fell, akin to Bilbo’s solemn look. He stood there, taking the string of insults like a punching bag.

“That you had no place amongst us?”

And then he pulled the hobbit in just as he did you.

“I have never been so wrong, in all my life.”

Your heart reeled, and this time you smiled along with the rest of the company’s rejoices, watching the surprised grin spread across Bilbo’s face. Thorin pulled away.

“I am sorry I doubted you.”

“No, no. I would have doubted me, too.”

A hand planted itself on your shoulder, and you turned to look at Gandalf and his sagely smile.

“You’ve made yourself quite the home in these dwarves' hearts, young lady,” he said. It was comedic, the way his silvery hair and beard dramatically blew in the wind, “Perhaps once this has settled, you stay with them. I think you’d find yourself more than welcome in Erebor’s Halls.”

You hummed in thought. The band of travelers were gathered on the edge of the plateau, looking out in the distance towards the peak of the Lonely Mountain, calling their name through the mist.

Thorin turned back to look at you over his shoulder with a gentle smile, and nodded his head to you in a silent thanks. The ghost of a blush spread across his face.

“I just might.”

(aaaaaah! what did you guys think??? :3 it feels wonderful to get a full fic out after so long, ive had this idea in my head for dayyys ugh 💔 please send me some requests loves, i'm in desperate need of some comfort fics! don't forget to reblog and like!! love yas! 🩷🌺🌸🌷💝💞)

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House Elves I realllllly loved doing this illustration. And I cannot get over Dobby's anxious ear tucking. I can imagine him doing that whenever he gets nervous. He's an anxious boy.

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Author rec : Aibidil

Aibidil is one of my favorite authors. Here are a few recs, listed in alphabetical order.

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I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!