The Fuzzy Blue Elf

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thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:52:56 -0500

unconquered-lives:

I ACTUALLY WANT PEOPLE TO SUB,MIT THESE TO ME

hint: you can anonymously submit something by logging out of tumblr

i have had one person submit this to me

because that’s what friends are fucking for

be-polite: kid-omega replied to your post: … gotta catch ‘em all ((And then there is...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:41:56 -0500

be-polite:

kid-omega replied to your post: …

gotta catch ‘em all

((And then there is this on my dash…

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thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:22:20 -0500

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He smiled and took the apron, putting it on and tying it.
“Merci, ma elfe,” He said, smiling at him again. “Frosting? Just tell me what you wish me to do, love, I am yours to command. I am quite useless with all this by myself, but as long as you direct me, I believe I shall do fine.”

He pushed his sleeves up further, setting his hands on the counter, waiting for a command.

He smiled softly not letting his ind settle on any one thing for long for good reason. It kept his smile more genuine and a bounce in his step. Putting everything in a mixer he handed Edmond a spare beater. “Just whip it up till it is all mixed together and fluffy.” He could do that right work a hand mixer with out doing anything to dangerous. The man couldn’t be that bad in the kitchen.

Kneading at the bread tail flicking with the pom pom on it he seemed to know what he was doing as no blue fur got in any of what he was baking.

The Count hummed softly as he started mixing the ingredients together. He tried to concentrate on it, but found himself distracted by Kurt. He really had missed the elf dearly, the way he would walk about, his smile, his lips on the Count’s, his warmth in his bed. His heart gave a lurch as he watched him and he smiled.

“It smells delicious in here, I am surprised no one else has come to snatch some of the treats yet,” He said.

Tail darted out curling around Edmond’s waist and grabbing at a bowl to near where he was. Spade flicked it and Kurt caught it with out even looking only to plop the bread in it and cover it with a damp tea towel. Though what he man said had him chuckling he looked up at him. “Who says they want them? Some are mein prank ones others apology for the next day.” Flashing fangs in a bright charming grin he went to lean against the counter some as he started getting he piping tools ready so he could take care of the icing of the cupcakes.

I will be married for a week to the first person in my askbox who says "Honey, I'm home"

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:21:42 -0500

priest-of-hell started following thebamfblueelf2 “You found me! And here I thought all...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:15:57 -0500

priest-of-hell started following thebamfblueelf2

“You found me! And here I thought all mein teleporting about would confuse you.”

Easter with the Family//Azazeal

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:12:29 -0500

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Standing from where he had been cooing at Al in German he was going to kiss the man on the cheek warmly and nuzzle at his neck ignoring the tone in which he said that. “Ja, I even dressed our little leibeling up for it.” Pulling him from the sling of sorts on his chest he cradled him in his arms and adjusted his little tie giggling at it before looking up at Azazeal. “Too him to church with me and he only got fussy once during the sermon.” Tail flicked a bit before going out to coil around Azazeal’s leg spade resting on his hip. He was so worried that he man would leave him before he didn’t know what to say beyond his normal retorts to things.

But this was Easter and everything would be better. A hand went up to slick some hair back only to stop and flush at the bunny ears on his head. He had them left from helping run the Easter events at the church and just shrugged some, leaving them there. “I thought perhaps you would like to color eggs with Al and I…Granted he wont have a clue but I thought…some pictures perhaps.” Smiling warm as ever he shrugged.

//Azazeal stared, obviously amused, at the bunny ears protruding from his husband’s head. Smiling all the more, though in a slightly mocking way, he leaned forward to peck a kiss to his cheek. He gave a light nod of his head at the question, figuring it would do them good for him to at least participate in the things Kurt had planned.//

Yeah, I think I will.

//He purred, taking a chance and pecking Kurt’s lips. Things felt a bit shaky, and to him, tiptoeing around Kurt for the time being seemed the best idea. He glanced at the table and then to the oven, taking in the entirety of the kitchen before stepping further in, planting him in a chair at the table with his legs crossed.//

Tail twitched he couldn’t get a grip on Azazeal’s mood. Was he happy about it all or just annoyed as it seemed to be his constant state. Not letting his apprehension show he was going to stand behind him lips meeting his temple as he nuzzled at his hair. “Was do you want to eat?” Shifting Al in his arms he was stuffing he infant back in his sling so he could work about the kitchen. Hands grabbed first up at him then over at Azazeal cooing as his tail fwiped before promptly being grabbed and stuffed in his mouth.

Kurt did wonder how long it would take his son to realize all he could do with the spindly little tail but at the moment he was happy not having him bamf around the house in a mess of smoke.

wemustallwaitandhope: thebamfblueelf2: wemustallwaitandhope: The Count followed after Kurt,...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:01:36 -0500

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The Count followed after Kurt, giving a whistle at all the baked goods filling the kitchen. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” He asked, smiling. He slyly patted his jacket pocket, making sure the little box that he’d put there was still there. Satisfied that it was, he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. He rolled up his sleeves and moved over next to Kurt.
“I missed you,” He said, leaning over to place another sweet kiss to his cheek. He went to the sink and started washing his hands. “Do you have a spare apron and a hair tie? What do you need help with?” He asked, his smile wide.

Tail flicked as he laughed at that white pom pom where the spade should be. “Ja since I got back from Easter mass and running the egg hunt.” He pointed to his bunny ears he just hadn’t felt like taking off at all. Turning to look at him he was humming at the kiss having missed that far more then he wanted to admit to but stayed silent at the offer of help.

Nodding he was gone in a bamf and back again in no time moving up behind him to tie the hair out of his face with what he used when his hair was longer. “There you are Edmond, better?” He was shifting away tail flicking out to go get another apron and offer it to him though it was just a crisp white one. “I was making bread while the cupcakes baked and still need to do the frosting.

He smiled and took the apron, putting it on and tying it.

“Merci, ma elfe,” He said, smiling at him again. “Frosting? Just tell me what you wish me to do, love, I am yours to command. I am quite useless with all this by myself, but as long as you direct me, I believe I shall do fine.”

He pushed his sleeves up further, setting his hands on the counter, waiting for a command.

He smiled softly not letting his ind settle on any one thing for long for good reason. It kept his smile more genuine and a bounce in his step. Putting everything in a mixer he handed Edmond a spare beater. “Just whip it up till it is all mixed together and fluffy.” He could do that right work a hand mixer with out doing anything to dangerous. The man couldn’t be that bad in the kitchen.

Kneading at the bread tail flicking with the pom pom on it he seemed to know what he was doing as no blue fur got in any of what he was baking.

iamdeathoftheendless: The Fuzzy Blue Elf: iamdeathoftheendless: “Mm” she took another bite of the...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 19:42:16 -0500

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The Fuzzy Blue Elf: iamdeathoftheendless: “Mm” she took another bite of the muffin, the…

iamdeathoftheendless:

“Mm” she took another bite of the muffin, the crumbs falling on her pink Tutued skirt. “Same with my siblings.” She giggled before swallowing. “So…um..I like that you are blue. I’m am only white…my sister despair was once red” she said innocently, dangling her feet…

She giggled as he picked her up and placed her on his lap. “..a father…” She giggled as his spade poked her nose “…um um but what if I wanted a tail?”

“Well fraulein unless you want a cute little paper one pined to the back of your dress I am afraid I can not help you.” Pecking a kiss to her cheek she chuckled warmly.

wemustallwaitandhope: thebamfblueelf: wemustallwaitandhope said: The Count smiled at Kurt,...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 19:38:59 -0500

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wemustallwaitandhope said: The Count smiled at Kurt, though he noticed the other didn’t use his name. He’d become used to that. He kissed Kurt’s cheek as he handed him the basket. “Is it really so much of a surprise, love? It is Easter, after all.”

“Ja I did not expect you to come by.” Moving to the kitchen he was of course expecting the other to come in and join him chuckling lightly as he went tail flicking with a bright white pom pom on it. “Though danke, I am glad you came it is good to see you.”

The Count followed after Kurt, giving a whistle at all the baked goods filling the kitchen. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” He asked, smiling. He slyly patted his jacket pocket, making sure the little box that he’d put there was still there. Satisfied that it was, he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. He rolled up his sleeves and moved over next to Kurt.

“I missed you,” He said, leaning over to place another sweet kiss to his cheek. He went to the sink and started washing his hands. “Do you have a spare apron and a hair tie? What do you need help with?” He asked, his smile wide.

Tail flicked as he laughed at that white pom pom where the spade should be. “Ja since I got back from Easter mass and running the egg hunt.” He pointed to his bunny ears he just hadn’t felt like taking off at all. Turning to look at him he was humming at the kiss having missed that far more then he wanted to admit to but stayed silent at the offer of help.

Nodding he was gone in a bamf and back again in no time moving up behind him to tie the hair out of his face with what he used when his hair was longer. “There you are Edmond, better?” He was shifting away tail flicking out to go get another apron and offer it to him though it was just a crisp white one. “I was making bread while the cupcakes baked and still need to do the frosting.

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thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 19:36:06 -0500

ooc:Do I owe anyone a reply?

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 31 Mar 2013 19:33:15 -0500

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thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:56:22 -0600

demons-do-exist:

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demons-do-exist:

You want me under, over, or across?

//He questioned, curious as to what spot he was to take. In all honesty, the demon loved their bathtub. It was huge, really, bigger than the tubs at either of his flats… though that wasn’t saying much. His wings flicked as he pulled his shirt off almost tentatively. He glanced down at his abdomen and gave a sideglance at the mirror. A blush covered his cheeks and his gaze plummeted as he started to tug at his pants.//

Standing in just boxers he paused. Was that a flush? Across his Azazeal’s cheeks? That was something he never saw and took the mans hands as he started tugging at his own pants. “What ever you prefer meine geliebte.”

Really the man wasn’t that large yet and by the end of it he would be quite a bit bigger. Which meant his attitude towards himself would only get worse unless Kurt started working double time on making it clear he was still attractive and that he should not worry about it. So he was getting on his knees pressing chaste warm kisses on his stomach as he slowly so he wouldn’t fumble took his pants off for him.

//Azazeal smiled warmly at Kurt’s little attempt at getting him to feel better about himself, though… seeing how he looked now, and remembering how big Kurt had gotten with Alastaire… his upcoming future didn’t seem to promising.

He sighed audibly and ran his hand through Kurt’s hair, honestly adoring the little kisses he got. But then the man was tugging at his pants, and immediately he was raising his eyebrows, watching him, wanting for him to do much more than just pull off his pants. God it had been three weeks, after all. He was dying. It became obvious then that he was more than likely a sex addict, but at this point, he really couldn’t care less.//

Standing he toss his own underwear in the pile of clothes and moved to help remove Azazeal’s. His tail danced out to turn the water off. Sitting on the edge of the tub he looked up at Azazeal with a bright cheeky grin on his face. He was not one to start things or initiated encounters plus the water was taunting him as well as the half foot high bubbles covering the surface.

Tail flicked again as he slipped into the tub practically folding in half before stretching out and staring at Azazeal over the surface of the bubbles. “You gonna come join me?” Leaning up so Azazeal could fit all the better bubbles clung almost like a beard to his face.

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws: thebamfblueelf2: i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws: “Wow, I...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:49:02 -0600

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws:

thebamfblueelf2:

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws:

“Wow, I don’t deserve you as a friend, you’re way too nice.”

“Why are you so nice? Just… why- no, how?”

“W-was?”

“Nature verses nurture I suppose mixed with morals and faith?”

“I would give anything to know how to be nice, no matter what.”

“Really, I would, I get pissed too easily..”

“Ah….”

“Was the point? In the end they will not change there behavior. I mean I do get angry but it just takes a lot. I am usually level headed, the one not far off from a smile or a smart comment.”

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws: “Don’t tell me you’re resistant to curdled...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:46:45 -0600

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws:

“Don’t tell me you’re resistant to curdled milk, that just wouldn’t be fair.”

“Not that so much as I grew up on a diet of bad circus food..”

“Squirrel stew as well as rabbit. Though Stephan always burned it..”

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws: She sat at his kitchen counter, crossing her legs....

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:41:27 -0600

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She sat at his kitchen counter, crossing her legs. “I’d love some, thank you. I think it’ll make me feel better after… glitter and more glitter and showering but still finding glitter. Everywhere. I will get you back for that, by the way.”

He paused pivoting on his toes to stalk over to her and lean close. “I would love to see you try.” Then he was off digging in the cabinets above her head to grab the loose leaf tea with a hum. Tail flicked grabbing mugs as he chuckled wickedly really wanting to see her try.

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws: “Wow, I don’t deserve you as a friend, you’re...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:34:46 -0600

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws:

“Wow, I don’t deserve you as a friend, you’re way too nice.”

“Why are you so nice? Just… why- no, how?”

“W-was?”

“Nature verses nurture I suppose mixed with morals and faith?”

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thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:33:40 -0600

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“No, it’s Bailey’s mixed with straight lime or lemon juice, it makes the liquor curdle in your mouth and stomach making it feel like, well, cement.”

“It’s pretty nasty.”

“Hm I would totally drink that at least once.”

“Good luck throwing up your stomach lining, sweets.”

“I’ll even rub your back as you hug your toilet.”

“Bet you ten bucks I wont.”

“Do not bet with a Barton, you’ll regret it.”

“Hm I may with a stomach ache but I wont puke.”

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws: “I understand, I hope ya don’t mind me tracking it...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:32:28 -0600

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws:

“I understand, I hope ya don’t mind me tracking it all through here.” She giggled and scrunched up her nose when she saw glitter still on her hands. “I also didn’t think your pants would fit me so I’m going pantless for the time being, if it bugs ya I can pull on one of your dresses so it fits my form a bit better.”

Shrugging he was almost sashaying about his kitchen tail flicking to grab the kettle and fill it with water. “It is fine I do not mind.” He gave her a bright chipper grin shrugging he looked back to what he was doing. “Would you like some tea leibechan?” He was polite as always and the only running around in his shirt was quite interesting to say the least.

i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws: thebamfblueelf2: i-was-once-punched-by-jade-jaws: “No, no, I’m...

thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:25:29 -0600

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“No, no, I’m sorry for thinking like that. It’s a reflex from… life. I’m sorry..”

“I can commit, I have committed.. I mean, I was married, I think that’s enough commitment, don’t you?”

“I wasn’t meaning anything by it Clint.”

“You know the track record for most of those I call friend… Just as I know meine faith get in the way of such things quite often.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry… I keep fucking up my words, I’m sorry.”

“This is why I can’t keep a relationship, actually.. I say all the wrong shit and I end up offending and accusing people without even meaning to.”

“Well you haven’t offended me. But it is alright Clint things happen.”

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thebamfblueelf2 — Sun, 10 Feb 2013 22:20:40 -0600

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He was beaming glad to make Azazeal so happy after the shit few weeks they had. Pressing a kiss to the tousle of curls he snuggled all the more into the man and sofa half tempted to simply fall asleep. But he wanted to see the movie his husband declared as his favorite and didn’t have the heart to tell him how tired he was. But with all the stress and strain on his body as of late that would be. Shoulders slumped as he kept tracing the curve of the mans stomach on occasion moving lower or higher just glad to be touching him.

//Azazeal watched the movie as well as Kurt, watching the way his shoulders slumped, noting the way his eyelids seemed oh so heavy for the man. He laughed at the parts he always laughed at, not wildly, but a few chuckles for each of the amusing scenes. He’d watched this movie the day it came out in the theaters, and since then it had remained his favourite, nothing ever beat it. He wasn’t sure what the appeal was, but he sure enjoyed it. And watching it with Kurt, even if the man was half-asleep, made it all the better.

He loved the way the man touched him, the way his fingers traced the curve of his stomach. It made him happy, made his heart buzz, and he wasn’t sure why. He pressed random kisses to Kurt’s cheeks at random times, fingers remaining in his hair. At one point, the want for his carrots came bubbling back up, and he shifted off of Kurt’s lap to sit as close to the man as was possible, scooping up a number of carrots, and his container of strawberry icing. His head rested on the man’s shoulder, and once he had a carrot heavily coated in pink, he raised it to Kurt’s lips, watching him expectantly.//

Eat it.

//He dared, laughing at him. A grin of amusement etched over his features.//

The movie was indeed entertaining, though of course it would never be his favorite or take the place of Tim Curry as Captain Hook. But, it was still a good movie. Though it pleased him more was seeing Azazeal laugh, the random kisses pecked to his face on occasion The fingers in his hair did not help his want for sleep but kept the smile up fingers constantly dancing over his husbands stomach.

Though when he slipped away to go after the not so appealing pink fluff he rolled his eyes partially going back to the movie. Though before he knew it there it was in his face on a bright orange carrot stick. Tongue flicked out almost lizard like as both eyebrows went up. He was surprised to say the least but he didn’t say no and simply leaved forward and tentatively took it between his teeth. Pulling it out of Azazeals fingers he tilted his head back and started munching nose crinkling It didn’t taste bad per say but he didn’t like the frosted determining that if the man ever wanted foresting again he was going to make it. That stuff almost tasted like plastic.

“If you ever want frosting again I am making it for you.” He stated determined giving a firm nod.

//He found amusement in the way Kurt wrinkled his nose, and took another carrot for himself, crunching merrily on it. His head tilted, leaning against Kurt’s shoulder again. He smiled and nodded at his answer.//

I’m not complaining.

//He answered, grinning still. God, he had all of this unexplained happiness buzzing about inside him. He loved it, and yet didn’t. He wanted to get up and do stuff, but he could tell Kurt wanted nothing more than sleep. He shifted ever closer, burrowing his arm between Kurt and the back of the couch to curl it around his waist, pulling him closer.//

You want to go to sleep, sweetheart?

//He asked, laughing softly at him.//

“Hm nein.” He yawned and moved to stand stretching as he did. Arms move his head shirt coming up some what he was shifting to stalk to the kitchen tail swaying as he went.

“I just do not have all my stamina back up from the other week. Would you like tea?” He was moving around the kitchen making himself coffee. Though he knew well enough Azazeal didn’t need any since the last think he needed was to loose sleep. Turning to lean against the stove he stuck his tongue out at Azazeal.

Tea sounds perfect. Peppermint tea.

//He smiled at the idea, rather taken. His obsession with wine had been morphed to an obsession with peppermint tea- it became a sort of replacement until he could drink alcohol again. He kept his lighter in his pocket at all times, and lit it on occasion just to hear the sound it made, and daydream about how goddamn blissful it would be just to enjoy a good ole’ cancer stick.

He stood up from the couch and followed Kurt into the kitchen, shaking his head slowly.//

After this we’re going to bed, mein Prinz, you look exhausted.

//He laughed, walking up behind Kurt to lace his arms around the man’s hips. He nuzzled against the back of his neck, pressing a line of kisses.//

He stopped moving about to just grip on the stove and let out a small sigh. Eyes closed at the line of kisses followed by a more then happy sigh. It was easy to relax with Azazeal behind him and he let his head droop giving a weak chuckle.

“It isn’t that bad Azazeal and I am drinking coffee.” He pointed out turning in the mans arms and pecking a kiss to his nose. He was no so much tired as worn. But that came with all the stress and worrying. The elf was just glad he didn’t have an ulcer or anything simply because of the fact he didn’t know how much more he could handle.