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@shortestelf
Send 'Mother's touch' for my muse's mother
AWWWWW CHEZA IS SO CUTE WITH THIS LITTLE HAT. CHEZA LOVES HER LITTLE HAT.
Oro….Not so much…
And Mabui is just like “Athen….psssstttt Athen look at my cool hat.”
AND THEN WE HAVE THIS LITTLE CUTIE PATOOTIE
"Someone get this horrendous thing off of me."
"I'm not saying you're an idiot, I'm just saying a smarter person would have seen that coming." ~shortestelf ((PLEASE LOVE ME AND RP SIBLINGY THINGS *Flees*))
"Shut up!"
"I don’t remember hearing you come up with any other ideas." She hissed at her sister.
((YES! YEEESSS!! Hi lol )
"Hey! We are talking about how your an idiot not me." Taumira told her before adding. "Besides, your the one who travels more. I've only ever gone between Mirkwood and Erebor before this."
Doctor On a Plane | Open
This was the flight that history books told everyone to stay away from. Even before it happened, there were little hints scattered through time to warn people from it. After all, the fact that a plane was taking off on the 15th of April 2012, precisely one hundred years after a certain ship set sail, and that plane just happened to call itself Titanic — for a long while, the Doctor was convinced nobody would ever be thick enough to climb aboard. But humans were some mix of superstitious and stupid — stupidstitious — and so he didn’t find it all that surprising that passengers milled in through the departure gate, and being rather stupidstituious himself, he found it no surprise that he was there, too. He’d read about the disappearing Titanic plane, vanishing on is maiden flight — he’d read about what happened to it, as much as history could provide. And that wasn’t very much, at all. "First time flying?" he asked it good-naturedly to the person beside him — going to be his new best friend, for the rest of the flight judging by that end of the ticket sticking from their pocket. The Doctor’d even gone the whole way, today: nothing could trip him up, so this time he was a legitimate passenger. He’d even brought an empty suitcase for good measure, and it was now that the young man slid it into the luggage compartment, and threw a certain brown overcoat around the back of a chair — one that was, apparently, his own. "It’s not mine. Weeell, haven’t been on a plane in a long time; mostly travel in space. More of an astronaut. I’m the Doctor, by the way. Good to meet you.” They likely didn’t believe him, but he didn’t really care; the Doctor launched forward in order to seize their hand, shaking it with a smile that would usually be much too bright for someone that had boarded a plane specifically to watch what they knew would end up their imminent demise.
He sat down. Crossed his legs, and planted two feet covered in some very stylish creamy all-stars (to complement his very stylish brown-with-blue-pinstripe suit) atop the headrest in front of him, because he had no desire to keep his six-foot-one structure in that much legroom. Thankfully, that seat was empty — or someone had switched seats to accommodate him, but he didn’t really notice. “Although… out of interest, what brings you aboard the Titanic?”
Taumira had been to busy thinking about her reason for going onto the plane to really notice the man standing by her at first. Wondering both what it what dirty work Escher would make her do; and why it was that he specifically wanted her for the job. However when The Doctor spoke she came to, silently berating herself for zoning out so far as she answered him. "In space?" she questioned, honestly she wasn't going to question it to much--she'd seen things over the years that well humans may be willing to ignore them she would never be able to get out of her mind.
"Just a stop off, I'm on my way to a new job." She explained to the man, though when she realized what he had called the plane-- "Did you just say Titanic? Why in the name of the stars would they name a plane Titanic after what happened to the ship?" She hadn't been on the ship--no. But she had known someone on the ship, not that this man would believe how old she was. Or what she was.
the hobbit behind the scenes, Aidan Turner (Kili)
You got something I need In this world full of people there’s one killing me And if we only die once, (hey) I wanna die with you (you, you)
In a world where everyone stop’s aging at about age 20, only to start again as soon as they find their Soulmate Muse A and Muse B have managed to run into each other.
Plot 1: Muse A and Muse B have known each other their whole lives, and neither one of them realizes that their each others soulmates. They know that it has to be someone they know though, because they never stopped aging like everyone else does.
Plot 2: Either Muse A has wandered the Earth for centuries, never having met their soulmate. When they meet a young Muse B who only stopped aging 9 years prior, thing’s change drastically. Their thrown into aging all over again and have to figure out how to make thing’s work with this new person.
Plot 3: Muse A and Muse B have both wandered the earth for nearly 2,000 years, never having met one and other. Mostly as a way to pass time they sign up for a week long filming for three episodes of a reality TV, in which they invite the 10 oldest people in the world in order to try and help them find their Soulmate. What started as a way to pass time however turn’s into a miracle when they meet and realize that they aging process has started again for the both of them.
Send “Something I need” plus a number for which plot you’d like if you’d like me to write a starter for this AU.
✿ ~shortestelf
Send me a ✿and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.
“Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged.”
"Well, aren't you a friendly one now." Taumira had over shot; she must have over shot right? She was back way to far.
I ʀᴀɴ ᴛᴏ s ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ
sᴇᴇᴍs I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ
Headcanon: #2 – Features
Taumira has a fairly even mix of features from her Mother and Father. She's shorter then most elves, but still taller than a dwarf as she stand's at an even 5'3". Her face is more roundish and hold's a more child like appearance then most elves as well, this feature lasting through all of her year's. Her hair color is something that she inherited from her Mother, and her ear's are tapered at the tip to be a fairly average size for that of an elf.
Her face is what draw's her the most attention when visiting her dwarvish relatives, because it is smooth like an elves. Though she does grow thin sideburn's that will extend about half way to her chin she will more often then not shave it away each day.
Headcanon: #1 – Of Elves and Dwarves
Taumira very much enjoys spending time with both sign's of her liniage, spending fairly equal amount's of time between Erebor and Mirkwood each year. However the dwarve's tend to look at her a bit strangely–though none would openly mock her due to who her Dwarven Family is–due to the fact that, well she has the more rounded features of a dwarf, her skin is smooth and her face hairless like that of an elf, her ear's also being pointed like one. Because of this she doesn't like to spend more then a Month of conswcutive time with the dwarve's, and so usually her and her Mother and Father would travel back and forth at the end of every month.
Just A Job – Continuum Verse Drabble
A job; that was all it was supposed to be--a way to get Escher off her back. He'd figured it out after all; when he'd found her in that prison he'd done his research, dug up every bit of information on her that he could and he'd figured out that her presence had spanned over the centuries. And so she couldn't just disappear, not with the resources he had and how well he knew how to use them. And then she had actually met Alec--he looked different like he always did, nothing was ever the same. But he had that all to familiar spark to him, that drive that had followed him in each life and that desirer to do something great.
In that moment she wanted out, to grab him and take him away from everything Escher had planned for him--whatever that may be. But she had no way out without being caught by the man and there was no way she could be sure he wouldn't use Alec against her. And then things had changed.
Alec began acting strange, first the forgetting things and avoiding going into his lab. Then she’d found out, he’d told her that there was two of him. That he had traveled through time because she had died, because he had felt what she did all those time’s that he died. She still didn’t understand how he was reborn all of those times, the elder race were supposed to be the only ones who could gain a second chance at life.
But now she had to choose one of them, and she had no idea how she was going to do that. They were both the same man she loved—they were both the man that she had loved through so many or his lives. But she did, the one from this her time line? He wasn’t the same—not really. He had the same face, the same drive as the other but he was so much darker. She could feel it in him, the corruption growing in his heart, Malkor’s presence making itself known. He was being used to push darkness into this world.
And so she chose the other, the one who was full of light and goodness. The one who wanted to be with her and was willing to throw all the other thing’s away. Even though it wouldn’t be easy.
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Important OTP question: which one sends cute good-morning texts and which one replies to them angrily because ‘it’s not even seven yet fuck off’?