#thebamfblueelf

[merriemarvels]

was reminded of an interaction from a looooong time ago so @thebamfblueelf if you're still around you made me giggle again

[the-heart-vigor]

Closed|| Big city lights

@thebamfblueelf

The sky was blue, vividly blue, even though a cold wind was blowing that day. But Huor was confused and probably scared because he did not know where he was. This place had nothing to do with his homeland. The people who were walking up and down the streets wore strange clothes and they were glaring at him. Huor did not understnad why.

He looked back at them in dismay, not knowing what to do that moment. He did not utter a word because he doubted that they would understand a word. Those people were certainly foreigners, and he did not know if he should trust them. He just stood still and silent, unsure of where to go. For this city was vast, he could see it. He did not like it at all.

Huor was so melancholic that moment, and he felt tired as well. He was trying so hard to understand what had just happened to him but he could not understand a thing that moment. He was still standing still, looking at a man who was coming towards him. “Le suilon, mellon-nin” Huor spoke in Sindarin. “I am Huor, the son of Galdor and Hareth.”

[cardshcrp]

@thebamfblueelf // continued from here.

Remy is tired. That’s his only real emotion, just complete and utter exhaustion - he isn’t quite sure why he’s so damn tired. Sure, he’d been busy, but that didn’t explain how heavy his bones felt or the fog in his mind.

Hell, he’d been in bed since he woke up, just staring at the ceiling. 

Right up until a bamf tugs at his hair, chittering anxiously, and he groans, head tipping back slowly to blink at the little creature. His eyes are dull, and he just sighs, rolling over. 

And then it’s pummeling his cheek, insistent, and a little spark in the back of his mind tells him something’s very wrong. And if a bamf was coming to get him - 

Kurt.

He struggles upright, drags on the first shirt and pants he can see, ignoring the fact that his top is on backwards and inside-out; his arms are too heavy to lift again - and then he’s stumbling forward out of a cloud of sulfur, the little creature dragging him along to see - 

Kurt in free-fall off a cliff. 

It’s enough to shock him awake, and he’s tripping in his haste, all that heavy tiredness gone in an instant like he’s just broken free of molasses. “What are you doing?!” he screams, and his voice cracks, utterly petrified.

[iceicebcbbya-blog]

@thebamfblueelf

“Hey, Eiffel 65! Wait up.” Some day, Bobby muses, his crappy jokes are going to get him punched. “What are you doing later? After classes are over and the kids are doing what kids do? Because there’s this new pizza place on Lexington Ave that we definitely have to try.”

[mybrothersavenger-blog]

✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage. A wild Nightcrawler appears to make Wanda tea.

  Acts of Affection        

Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours! For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

“Now how did you know Chai was my favorite? You are quiet a charmer.” she mentioned taking the steaming mug and softly setting it down on the table before her gesturing for the other to take the empty seat across from her in the quiet cafe.

[kissmyshield-blog]

“What were you thinking?!”

He growled and looked at him “I’m fine..I..” he grunted and winced “Can take a hit..”

@thebamfblueelf

[speedemoned-blog]

thebamfblueelf replied to your post:jean-paul beaubier still uses a flip phone pass it...

“LAAAAAAAAME”

          “i’m calling the police on my economic           flip phone. i don’t have to pay for data           and shit on this thing. save a fortune.           that’s why i’m so rich.”

[plainsimpletailorgarak]

[ pull ] to tug at my muses shirt

Garak sees the hand reaching for his shirt and catches his wrist. “What are you trying to do Mister Wagner?”

[starofhonor]

🚬

Steve looked between his cigarette and Kurt and then brought it back up to his lips with a blush. “It reminds me a home.” He explained “I don’t do it often but tobacco ain’t really changed it’s formula in the last few hundred years. An’ with everythin’ else around me changin’... I know it’s sentimental but I can’t help it none. Sides - an’ don’t tell the kiddies but I used ta smoke all the time back before the serum... Well I say all the time. When we had the money ta get asthma cigarettes.”

[thecagedbirdissinging]

@thebamfblueelf started following you

“A demon cannot judge me for my sin.”

[cardshcrp]

@thebamfblueelf // continued from here.

Remy had been antsy, more anxious than normal, and the reason why was glaringly obvious. The shifter hadn’t ever really done well with even friends, much less a soulmate, and his time had been ticking down faster and faster. 

He was flighty, very temperamental though he was nice, and he really, really didn’t want to lose out on his one chance at meant-to-be. 

When the timer hits four hours and counting, he boots himself from the house, makes his way to his favorite bar - and finds he can’t bring himself to drink, ’cause he’s a fool when he does and his stomach squirms at the thought. The bartender shoots him a dubious look when he orders food instead, but complies, and he waits out the rest of his time hidden in a corner. 

Fifteen minutes to go, and he bolts - he can’t help it, he has to get out of there. It’s too crowded and he’s stiff, uncomfortable. He’s in the alleyway in a blink, shifting in the comforting silence and taking a seat atop the fence. 

Despite himself, he’s asleep in a wink, lulled by the warmth of the nearby kitchen vent, only to blink away when a rather handsome fellow crashes onto his face, and Remy jumps down, pads over to sniff at him, curious.

Are you lonely too? the stranger sighs, and the shifter’s ears pin back, because oh right, fuck - and that must mean this guy was it. There was, well, there was no one else around and there Remy was, as a fucking cat, in front of a very human-looking soulmate.

He’d botched the first meeting. Fantastic.

So he does the next best thing, and he butts his head under the man’s palm, purrs extra-loud, and licks at his wrist, a tiny little flicker of sorry-sorry that he’s too petrified to say in person yet. Yeah, I’m lonely too. I also don’t know how to explain myself to you.

[leapinlxzards]

 thebamfblueelf replied to your post: *Gently pokes their tail*

“Oh meine gott, someone else who understands the tail troubles. Do people also pull your tail with out asking too?”

   { 🦎 } “It’s rude, is what it is. Reckless, too--I don’t know how this thing works. It could straight-up deck somebody and I’d be none the wiser until I saw it actually hit someone,” they replied in an exasperated mutter, before fully realizing that in order to reply to those words, someone else had to have actually said them. They jumped a little in surprise, and whirled to face the other. Oh... that’s significantly more blue than I was expecting to see. “Oh, okay, hi...?”

[da-peretola-blog]

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Send ✝ to find my muse sitting alone in an empty churchSend ✞ for the reverse

He didn’t frequent churches. He wasn’t religious. But he was curious, and the sight of a light in the window late at night was enough to make him poke his head in, curious at the sight of someone sitting there. He approached slowly, glancing around, but there was no one else there. “Trying to pray your problems away?”

[starofhonor]

The pirate and the merman

Steve had been following the ship for a week. Staying back far enough to not raise suspicion but close enough to get the scraps that got thrown overboard. They were pretty decent scraps. And sometimes an arm or a leg. That's what he was hoping for today's anyway, but today was also different, today the mer wandered within hauling distance of their nets and wound up tangled in thick ropes and on deck. @thebamfblueelf

[onlyknowwhaticando]

00:00:00 (If you want to talk AU's before hand I'm game.

The funny thing was, Jim was actually looking at his clock when it stopped. He’d noticed it counting down, and was too busy watching it to see where he was going - colliding with someone as it hit zero.

[a-vulparia-archive-blog]

🐬

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium

Not happy was perhaps the greatest understatement for her frame of mind ever thought of. 

The tank they had put her in didn’t give her many places to hide, and she was certain that was likely on purpose. A few bits of coral, some plants, a few other fish around her and that was about all it was. As if that wasn’t enough, her shock of coppery hair would have given her away just about anywhere she tried to hide. 

They had her on public display. She thought she’d heard one of the researchers say that she could bring them more money than if they kept her to themselves. The bastards. Still, at least she was safe there, except for when the scientists took vials of her blood or snipped samples from her tail fins. It could have been worse, she supposed.

She laid on the sandy bottom of the tank, curled up so her long tail was drawn up to her chest, the bright scales nearly impossible to miss among the blues and greens of the tank - nearly metallic gold near her body and lined with a vivid coppery red along the edges, similar to the color of her hair.  Her fins were of a similar shade of silver darkening into orange and red. It was why she didn’t bother trying to hide, there wasn’t anywhere large enough to keep those bright colors hidden from the people who stood at the glass and peered in at her.