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dolunay “dolores” umbridge-samancı This is the realest I've ever been. The realest I've ever been. See all my demons and strip all my skeletons.

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( cis woman | she/hers | deniz işın ) —— isn’t that DOLORES UMBRIDGE? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in HUFFLEPUFF but apparently they now work as a REGULATION OFFICER for the FLOO NETWORK AUTHORITY. sybill once said that they reminded her of the duality of living two separate lives, a building that still stands tall despite the years of erosion at the foundation, using color in every aspect of her life to hide the darkness, having to make the decision to turn off your humanity as the most effective buffer for pain which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit BRAZEN, FERVID and VINDICTIVE, they’re TWENTY-TWO now but some things never change! i wonder how being a HALFBLOOD is affecting them after school, especially now they’re an ASSOCIATE for THE DEATH EATERS? i guess only time will tell…

                               BIO .  ///     PINTEREST . 

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closed . / @mileneallaire​

location: some dark alley in knockturn alley , diagon alley 

          ❝  miléne ,  ❞  a  whispered  retort  as  dolores  reaches  out  from  the  shadows  of  knockturn  alley  towards  the  other  .  maybe  she  shouldn’t  have  slipped  out  of  the  meeting  room  with  the  chief  warlock  but  a  part  of  dolores  couldn’t  help  herself  if she had let the  blonde  slip  by  .  ❝  are  you  okay  ?  the  children  ? ❞  dolores  knew  that  the  worst  had  already  happened  in  diagon  alley  but  it  never  hurt  to  ask .  

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closed . / @rodolphvslestrange​​

           ❝ have  you  heard  anything  new  ? ❞  dolores  suddenly  questions  rodolphus ,  sitting  by  the  bewitched  fireplace  with  a  curious  ear  as  she  uses  the  inactive  floo  network  to  eavesdrop  .   some  chatter  was  rather  boring  ,  shuffling  through  other  channels  for  something  more  entertaining  than  scared  whispers  over  something  that  wasn’t  even  going  to  escalate  .  she  finally  decides  to  stand  from  her  seat  ,  pacing  towards  the  only  window  in  the  shop  they’d  taken  refuge  in  away  from  the  planned  raid .  ❝ they’re  still  trying  to  apparate  ,  ❞  she  says  with  a  critical  tone  in  regards  to  a  young  wixen  pair  in  the  street  sporting  anxious  expressions  .  ❝  how  long  are  you  planning  to  hide  here  ?   eventually  someone’s  going  to  be  looking  for  you  ,  don’t  you  think  ?  ❞      

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lestrange , r . 

he was confused, dolores wasn’t making a lot of sense to him. “sorry, what?” he asked to clarify, maybe he had missed something. “did i do something to offend you ms. umbridge or are you this rude in general?” best to clarify again. he was tired of people he didn’t know treating him like he wasn’t ten seconds from harming them. when would he be taken as seriously as rod was? he’d earned a violent reputation but dammit, what was it good for if every random person he encountered wasn’t the least bit afraid?

         ❝ offend  me  ,  mister  lestrange ? ❞  now  it  was  her  turn  to  rise  a  brow  with  skepticism  ,  lifting  herself  from  her  seat  so  dolores  could  level  with  the  male .  maybe  then  he’d  see  her  as  his  equal  .  ❝  the  only  thing  you’ve  done  to  offend  me  is  to  think  of  me  so  lowly  .  i  have  yet  to  be  rude  or  even  consider  for  a  moment  to  think  anything  but  the  best  in  regards  to  you  or  your  family . ❞  a  finger  draws  along  the  edge  of  the  wooden  desk  ,  loosely  thinking  about  her  next  words  since  rabastan  had  decided  to  come  into  her  space  seeking  an  unfriendly  conversation .  ❝  it’s  a  shame  ,  though .  rodolphus  has  always  seemed  so  well-collected  in  public  ,  knows  how  to  carry  conversation  ,  but  maybe  it  was  all wasted   on  him  .  i’d  be  careful  before  you  lose  too  many  allies  ,  rabastan  .  your  words  alone  can  do  the  damage  and  i’ve  got  a  feeling  that  one  day  you  would  appreciate  to  have  people  with  certain  skills  at  your  beck  and  call .  ❞ 

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borgin , k . 

                       ❝      but   when   people   start   asking   questions   ,      isn’t   it   good   to   have   that   to   fall   back   on   ?      honour   can   be   a   lot   less   subjective   than   if   something’s   justified   or   not   .      sometimes   honour   is   the   justification      ❞

           ❝  i   am  not   necessarily  following  ,  i  think .  people  wouldn’t  start  asking  questions  if  you’ve  sold  the  act  ,  and  even  if  you  have  a  rather  curious  witness  ,  there’s  ways  to  ensure  their  silence .  honor  is  simply  the  consequence  of  men seeking  some  sort  of  reward  for  their  morality .    ❞ 

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borgin , k . ​

                  ❝      sometimes   there’s   honour   in   revenge      ❞

           ❝   there’s  very  little  need  for  honour  if  it’s  justified  ,  love  .  and  who  is  to   answer  for  that  but  yourself  ?   ❞

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lestrange , r . 

also? his mand ran wild with that, had rodolphus set up a private floo? and to whom would he do that for? or was it rosine? too many possibilities. “while a private connection would be beneficial i was just trying to say hello.”

       eyes  deviantly  searching  for  even  the  tiniest  break  in  expression  ,  dolores  simply  gives  the  middle  lestrange  a  shrug .  ❝  you  must  simply  ask ,  rabastan .  it’d  be  a  pity  if  there  a  paper  trail  to  follow  ,  and  even  more  so  if  there  wasn’t  one  that  lends  one  to  be  incriminated  . ❞  dolores  had  found  her  purpose  and  it  was  incredibly  too  easy  to  be  of  service  to  the  right  crowd .  ❝ but  you’re  just  sending  your  most  polite  greeting  ,  right  ?  can  i  assume  that  everything’s  been  well  for  you  recently ? ❞ 

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cresswell, d . ​

      ❝   okay,   i   swear   this   is   not   what   this   looks   like.   ❞

       ❝ mister  cresswell ,  i  am  accustomed  to  the  occasional  visitor  -   most  notably  those  with  a  certain  intent  .  or  should  i  assume  that  you’ve  just  wandered  to  the  wrong  floor  ?  ❞ 

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allaire , m . 

milene didn’t like not being in control, she liked taking the lead in everything in every way, but when it came to things of intimacy she had a struggle of wanting to be giving while wanting to be selfish, it was what balanced dolores and milene out when it came to whatever this was between them. dolores was fun whereas milene felt like she was just starting to become who she was again after all of the death in her life. she smirks into the later kisses, her fingers digging into the others sides before she lets go, letting the other do what they want and closing her eyes in the sensation, though she does open her eyes again when dolores starts talking. her finger find themselves hooking into the others waistband, smoothing over the skin before reaching towards her back, she could dip her fingers farther, take over control if she wanted but she wanted to be adorned and taken control of even if everything else inside of her was fighting. 

         there  is  a  consciousness  that  is  nagging  for  attention ,  gripping  to  ground  her  feet  so  that  she  could  whisk  them  away  to  somewhere  more  sound  .  at  any  moment ,  someone  could  easily  find  them  wrapped  into  each  other ,  but  it  was  perhaps  the  thrill  and  the  anticipation  that  had  dolores  paying  no  mind  to  that  reasonable  voice .  instead ,  she’d  will  milene  to  guide  her  hand  ,  eyes  not  moving  from  the  other’s  even  as  the  pads  of  her  fingers  move  against  the  thinest  fabric  clothing  the  most  vulnerable  parts  of  her  lover .  dolores  would  have  kept  her  finger  trailing  against  the  silky  outline  for  longer  ,  but  she’s  stilled  by  the  heat  of  milene’s  touch  against  her  own  bare  skin  .  it’s  invigorating  and  draws  forth  the  desire  that  is  budding  to  envelope  her .  she  wants  to  reply  with  words  ,  to  say  something  along  the  lines  of  i  want  more   but  it  falls  short  suddenly .  

       so  instead  ,  she  tilts  her  head  so  that  she  can  catch  her  lips  with  milene’s  haphazardly .  using  that  very  momentum ,  dolores  adds  her  own  strength  so  that  she  can  push  the  other  into  the  wall   with  the  intention  to  obstruct  anyone else’s  view  so  that  to  any  other  passing  person they  were  just  merely  a  couple  in  the  background .  that  very  hand  that  stayed  along  the  outline  of  milene’s  bodice  now  pushed  the  garment  aside  so  a  finger  could  work  against  the  other’s  core .  whatever  she  felt  for  the  older  woman  was  quite  complicated  ,  but  in  this  moment  all  dolores  umbridge  could  focus  on  was  what  she  wanted  and  oh  ,  all  she  craved  was  to  be  touched  by  milene  allaire  .  

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lestrange ,  r . 

“i’m not sure we’ve met yet, but you’re dolores, right?”​

            ❝  that’s  correct  , ❞    she  gives  the  male  a  quick  glance  over  ,  brows  only  furrowing  when  dolores  catches  him  getting  close  .  it  wasn’t  often  that  people  approached  her  without  reason  .  ❝ mister  lestrange  ,  do  you  also  require  a  private  floo  connection  or  is  this  simply  an  attempt  at  casual  conversation  ?   ❞ 

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“You’ve heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap? There’s an animal kind of trick. A human would remain in the trap, endure the pain, feigning death that he might kill the trapper and remove a threat to his kind.”

Rebecca Ferguson as Lady Jessica in Dune (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve

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poe-bradbury , l . 

It had only been two days in England and Lenore found herself in Diagon Alley. It had been years since she had been here. Really only once before. But this was her home now. She needed to get used to it. She had to admit, the crowd took her off guard. She knew it would most likely be crowded but not this crowded. She found her way into a book shop, looking around. “Is it always like this?” She spoke to herself but didn’t realize there was anyone paying attention to her. “It’ll take a while to get used to this.” @beforedawnstarters​

        dolores  always  despised  being  sent  out  to  do  errands  for  her  father  ;  for  the  crook  he  always  had  been  never  did  he  have  time  to  ask  anyone  else  but  her  with  mundane  tasks .  after  all ,  was  there  truly  a  rush  ?   so  she’s  thumbing  the  length  of  the  row  of  books  ,  eyeing  the  titles  with  careful  precision  before  finding  the  one  she’d  been  searching  for  .  but  before  she  can  slip  towards  the  attendant  ,  a  rather  familiar  voice  catches  dolores  off  guard  .  ❝ this  is  not  even  that  horrid  ,  i’m  afraid  .  ❞   there’s  a  small  twist  of  her  lips  as  she  regards  the  different  types  of  beings  that  are  around  them  .  ❝ the  school  year’s  about  to  begin  so  there’s  quite  a  crowd  to  be  expected  ,  but  best  to  avoid  diagon  alley  on  the  weekends  if  you’d  like  a pleasurable  experience .   ❞ 

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ALLAIRE , M . 

when she had married andy it was out of friendship and understanding that they both were meant to do this because that was what happened in the kind of world that they had grown up in. milene had loved her husband—just not in the way that a wife should. she had always known where her preferences had lied and finding dolores had been sort of a coming up for fresh air; like milene was drowning in a way but finding her had given her some new kind of meaning even if it was just physical. though her budding affection for the other was still something that she had kept for herself because she didn’t know if that part of her could ever be opened again. death had frozen over a lot of things for milene but not this. their hands are laced together now and there’s not much she’s thinking about other than her own wants that would be publicly indecent here. she smirks a little bit to herself and when dolores brings them somwhere else private she’s grateful. it’s an interesting give and take, milene is pinned against the wall, her fingers moving from their hands to around the other’s waist pulling them closer to her, she closes her eyes feeling their lips against their neck and she smiles briefly moving closer towards the other, their lips against the others earlobe, biting gently down on it before they whisper, “i’ll believe it when i see it,” she teases, her fingers trailing against their back, thinking that she could easily apparate them to her own home that’s empty right now but loving the chase either way. she moves from her earlobe pressing small kisses against their cheekbones before capturing her lips in at first a very chaste kiss, gripping onto their side and then deepening it. milene was a selfish creature when it came down to it and dolores was just oh so readily available it was hard to resist. 

        there  was  a  fine  definition  of  what  dolores  wanted  to  give  milene ,  whether  it  was  to  be  good  or  bad  ,  but  she  knew  that  she  wanted  the  other  in  her  life  (  for  now  at  least  ) .  this  was  fun  ,  and  every  bit  electrifying .  it  was  almost  ill-fated  that  every  instinct  in  dolores  made  it  nearly  impossible  to  promise  a  gentle  future  ,  but  it  was  a  risk  she  was  willing  to  bet  on  the  blond  .  ‘  i’ll  believe  it  when  i  see  it  ,  ‘  milene  challenges  and  that’s  enough  to  egg  dolores  on  .  the  other’s  hands  begged  for  fire  as  they  gripped  her  waist  ,  and  dolores  moved  to  extinguish  it  because  there  was  nothing  more  intoxicating  that  a  woman  who  knew  what  she  wanted  .  there  is  a  small  noise  of  contempt  and  it  was  almost  instant  ,  the  way  dolores’  lips  had  settled  on  milene’s  in  a  fight  of  control  and  by  merlin’s  will  they  could  have  melted  into  that  wall  .  ❝  thought  i  was  the  one  taking  lead  , ❞  she  cannot  help  but  let  her  painted  lips  curve  into  that  wicked  smirk  as  one  hand  moves  to  smooth  over  the  contour  of  milene’s  body  .  a  finger  catches  against  the  draw  of  the  other’s  skirt  ,  trailing  expertly  across  the  stitch  as  if  to  tease  the  other .  ❝  but  you  want  me  ,  don’t  you  ,  milene  ?   ❞   there’s  victory  in  that  observation  and  it  only  further  encourages  dolores  to  slip  a  finger  to  grab  the  other’s  attention  if  it  wasn’t  already  on  her .  ❝ because  i  crave  you  and  your  touch .   ❞ 

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CRABBE ,  MJ . 

             someone  envious  of  her  ?  mary-jane  could  just  bask  in  it  if  she  at  all  had  the  time.  quickly,  her  hand  found  itself  wrapped  around  dolores’  from  across  the  table  as  a  devious  smirk  played  on  her  painted  pink  lips.  ❝  anything  they  do  to  you,  you’re  really  doing  to  them,  ❞  she  explains  cooly.  ❝  half  the  time,  the  little  boys  we  deal  with  daily  don’t  even  realize  the  things  we  do  to  them.  too  busy  wrapped  in  their  own  brainless  heads.  ❞  a  man-hater  on  the  inside,  but  mary-jane  always  acted  innocent  and  under  their  spells  on  the  outside.  ❝  why  do  you  think  i’ve  yet  to  keep  a  betrothed  ?  i  don’t  want  one,  but  daddy  doesn’t  know  that.  ❞  then  she  flips  her  just  shoulder-length  curls  over  her  shoulder  as  she  rolls  them  back.  ❝  someone  like  you  could  make  them  fall  to  their  knees  —  just  calls  for  a  little  bit  of  theatrics.  ❞

     a  thin  eyebrow  is  raised  .  she’d  somehow  expected  mary-jane  to  twist  her  words  but  yet  the  tale  still  falls  short  .    ❝   so  you  sabotage  your  own  engagements  ,  then .   ❞   it  made  sense  to  fault  ,  but  to  dolores  there  seemed  to  be  a  waste  of  potential  that  the  other  was  ignoring  .  ❝  if  they’re  so  easy  to  mold  into  pawns  ,  why  not  simply  play  them  until  there’s  a  checkmate  ?  then  toss  them  aside  ...   ❞  dolores  knew  enough  about  herself  that  marrying  a  man  was  something  she’d  never  do  -  and  to  marry  a  female  ?    ❝  i  haven’t  got  to  resort  to  theatrics  just  yet  ,  mary-jane ,  but  if  that’s  how  you  do  it  ...  to  each  their  own  .  ❞

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