Socks Accepted

Dobby is oh so excited to be joining this Tumblr. Dobby is a free elf. Dobby has socks to share with his friends!

[knoordobs-andsocks]

-leaves a sock and a butterbeer-

"Dobby thanks you! These are a few of Dobby's favorite things!"

[ura-wizardharry]

Dobby! || knoordobsandsocks

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby smiled. He had been on the beautiful beach, feet in the frigid water. Dobby remembered falling asleep, and waking up on a pile of pillows. “It was warm,” he said finally. “There was no war, no pain, and no friends.” When Dobby left that place, he knew he missed the worst of it all. And he knew that among the carnage of Hogwarts lay many of his friends, and he often wondered if they were laying in their own piles of pillows somewhere not far from where he had been.

"But once Dobby has tasted Death, Dobby does not wish it again. It would be foolish to because life is so much fuller because life is where Harry Potter is." Dobby ran his finger along the bottom of his glass, and licked the froth he had collected from it. "Life also has butterbeer." He smiled, content.  

[ura-wizardharry]

A smile tickled the corner of Harry’s lips at Dobby’s last comment. “It’s not so bad, I suppose, now that I know you’re here, too.” A chuckle escaped him. “And yes, there is butterbeer here.”

The thought that he wasn’t the only one to have returned from the dead entered Harry’s mind and he discovered an even closer feeling of affinity toward the little elf he called friend.

Harry drank his far more alcoholic drink and plunked down the pilsner on the bar top after he’d drained the glass. “What are you doing now? Or since the last time I saw you?”

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby tapped a long, bony finger on his chin. "Dobby has a small house. Too small for Harry Potter to visit, but nice for Dobby." It was a dollhouse in the basement of a toy store in Muggle London. It took just a little bit of magic for it to be comfortable, but Dobby was not complaining; he was alive. He was breathing. And the war was ended.

"Dobby is looking for his friends and making them socks. Dobby has not found many, but is glad to have found Harry Potter." Dobby pulled up the sleeve of his pillowcase, which had slowly snuck down his arm. "Dobby is looking for work. Does Harry Potter know anywhere?"

[prettierwhendead-archive]

((I want to do stuff over here, but I always worry no one really likes Madison the way I like Madison. 

Oh well.

Message me if you’re up for a round of RP! I’ll get to it after dinner!))

[knoordobs-andsocks]

I wanna RP!

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby shook his head. “Sorry, Mister Sirius. Dobby tries very hard not to see Kreacher. What can Dobby do for Mister Sirius instead?”

[insidiatoriscruore-deactivated2]

"As do I, Dobby. As do I," Sirius sighed, feeling less than inclined to call his house elf to him. "Well I needed to deliver a message to Harry, but sending out owls has been rather difficult as of late. I was going to have Kreacher bring it to him."

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby's ears perked up at the sound of Harry's name. "Dobby can do it! Dobby can give a message to Mister Harry Potter! Dobby is happy to help Mister Sirius Black!"

[knoordobs-andsocks]

✧

((I've been getting so many and that makes me so happy because I have SO many old muses. Like ten years worth. Here goes!))

"Hello, it's just as wonderful to meet you as it is to meet me! My name is Ashton Michaud (nee Greene, but that is NOT important). I am sorry to inform you that you are vastly mistaken, but it's okay, love, because everyone is. You see that man I'm with? He's not my father... He's my HUSBAND! Yes, Lucian Michaud is the love of my life. Funny story how we met, just don't tell him I told you. I was engaged to his son. It's nothing like that, it was a business arrangement for two miserable twenty somethings. Lucian was getting a divorce from his bitch of a first wife (Sorry, Lucian, love. But it's true...) and I needed a place to crash for a while and, well, POOF! We have a son, Gregory James, who is four now and we've been married for three happy years. His son, Damien, is actually a good friend of mine now and we are on good enough terms. Funny what a baby will do to people.  But anyway, all is very well, I think. I'm still writing my music and teaching dance classes, Lucian still makes me fall in love with him more and more every day, and Greggy is the best thing that could have happened to us, and Lucian owns a winery and life is just bliss!"

Seriously, this is the best love story I have ever written, and I am turning it into a play right now, actually. Ashton and Lucian were a beautiful couple with such a beautiful story and I just really want to do something with it. Her FC was Dianna Agron, so if this play gets to be a real thing, I want her in it (Hellooo, Hollywood Fringe Festival! I'm looking at you!), and I know how to do it! So yeah. I'm just in love with their in love. 

[maeandrii-archive-blog]

Send me a ✧ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.

[knoordobs-andsocks]

xroseweasley, I keep trying to respond, but my post keeps crashing. I will get to it soon. :)

[coloursong]

[lovethyhippie]

imagine having a tattoo like that

[spud-buster-deactivated20171202]

#tattoos in the wizarding world

[knoordobs-andsocks]

((Fun fact! They are working on this for real!!))

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Aww you're so sweet, taking care of her like that. <3 I'm good, just wanted to say hi!

Dobby wants to know who his anon is! Dobby likes friends!

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Hi Dobby! C: Can I just say how awesome you are? How are things at Hogwarts? And how's Winky?

Hello! Dobby is well! Winky is sick, but Dobby can take care of Winky very well! How is Dobby's anon?

[psychoanalyzeme-blog]

will you help me hide a body? | hannibal lecter (feat. will graham) bonus:

[sweaterbottom-blog]

Dobby would like to tell Mister Longbottom that Dobby is his biggest fan. Mister Longbottom is tops.

      ” T-Thanks, Dobby.

Y-You’re fantastic, you know? “

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby blushed, his ears pinning themselves to his bald head happily. "Mister Longbottom is very sweet and does not get all of the credit Mister Longbottom deserves."

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby looked at the two Weasley’s before him and rubbed his eyes dumbly. He looked again, and seeing that there were still two of them, he let out a small, confused squeak. “Dobby does not know! Mister Weasleys, Dobby is sorry. Is one of you Charlie?”

[jointhe-bigboys]

"Sorry mate." George patted the house elf on the head before turning back to Fred. A grin followed a whispered ‘He think’s we’re Charlie’. "Fred and George Weasley if it makes things easier for you."

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby looked at the twins, a wicked smile stretching onto his face. "Dobby knows you, Fred and George. Even Dobby the House Elf can joke!" He clapped his hands together happily, his ears wriggling as he spoke.

[itsbellatrixlestrange-blog]

Meeting Dobby, though Mummy Won't Be Happy || Little Amara (Bella's daughter) || knoordobs-andsocks

The little girl with long dark hair sat in the middle of her living room playing with her dolls. Her features somewhat resembling those of her mother’s though much younger, healthier and with a twist of their own making her a very attractive little girl.

Now Amara had seen house elves before, many actually because they had a few and then her Aunt Cissy had many, but when a crackling sound filled the room and she looked over Amara had never seen this creature before. She looks at him curiously, head tilting to the side. “Who are you?” she asks. “You aren’t one of our elves…”

[knoordobs-andsocks]

"Dobby," the elf responded. "And Dobby is a free elf." He couldn't bring himself to look at the young girl-- a long healed knife wound began to pound nervously on his abdomen. He touched it carefully. "Dobby does not know you. What is your name?"

[insidiatoriscruore-deactivated2]

"Dobby! You haven’t seen Kreacher by chance, have you?"

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby shook his head. "Sorry, Mister Sirius. Dobby tries very hard not to see Kreacher. What can Dobby do for Mister Sirius instead?"

[jointhe-bigboys]

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"Go on then—" George said almost in a prideful manner. "Guess which one’s which."

"And I’ll tell you now that you’re probably wrong." Added Fred instantly.

[knoordobs-andsocks]

Dobby looked at the two Weasley's before him and rubbed his eyes dumbly. He looked again, and seeing that there were still two of them, he let out a small, confused squeak. "Dobby does not know! Mister Weasleys, Dobby is sorry. Is one of you Charlie?"

[firewhisky]

R.I.P David Legeno