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When the question registered with him, Beorn only froze for mere moments, a barely noticeable hesitation that he quickly recovered from and blinked to remove any muddled thoughts that had decided to enter his mind. He appreciated the dwarf asking for permission, a luxury he had not always been granted, and he relaxed.

“It would not. What would you like to know?”

“I’m not short, I’m fun-sized!”

“You need a stool to get up onto the counter, and the counter to reach my cupboards. Are you having fun?”

[oncethereweremany]

Yes I will RP with you if you’re [fill in race, religion, gender, sex, orientation, illness, condition, size, shape, formatting status here]. As long as you’re a basically nice person and our muses/writing styles are compatible, I got your back.

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Beorn snorted at the Hobbit’s words. A halfling of the shire, saving the life of one of the most stubborn Dwarves he’d ever had the displeasure of knowing in his life. It must have been a sorely needed slap in the face. Perhaps now he would judge the courage of a person slowly rather than at first meeting. 

“Your adventure is far from over, and I wonder if you will regret wanting it when you are done.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” [//Greetings]

“Yes…I did,” he replied nervously, “They’re my friends and I intend to help them until the very end. Even if that means I don’t come back…”

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Get to know my muse a little better! Send a symbol and my muse will talk about that thing in relation to themselves.

💏 sexual orientation

❤️‍ romantic orientation

💑 views on monogamy or polyamory

⚧ gender,pronouns, etc

⚪ race, ethnicity, etc

🔲 religion/beliefs

🔵 mental illness/disorders

🚬 addictions

💉 phobias

💃 disabilities

🌻 allergies

💅 (asker specifies what they want talked about)

💇 (up to mun to decide what they want to talk about)

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rinnahtheskinchanger:

Sounds good to me! Just gotta figure out how to bring Rin into this, considering the fact that her age and profession are an awkward tie-in at the moment. So plot and short thread to help you feel it out better, that’ll work

Awesome, Thanks!

Let me know when you’re ready to tell me a little more about Modern Rin =]

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rinnahtheskinchanger:

It makes total sense, yeah, I just…well it’s a little hard for me to see him in an office job. But like I said, it’s your choice of how you want to play him, so run with it.

Like…I don’t know, I always saw him as someone fond of crafting things, like a carpenter, but you’ve obviously thought about it, so it probably makes sense. What kind of work does he do?

And as for our threads, we could tie up both for now, because I’m having a little trouble really thinking about where we’re going with them.

I wanted to remove Beorn from his safety net of isolation and put him smack bang in the middle of a big city to see what happens. Tolkien says that he’s the Chieftain of the Beornings at some point and while I haven’t done anything with that in the normal verses, I think that that’s why I picture him as a business man, or at least somewhat in charge. Carving and crafting would be more of a hobby, but it would definitely make some appearances. 

I agree, they seem to be drifting a little bit. Perhaps we could make this one a short, simple plot line just to test the modern verse and then go from there?

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Yikes!

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Well, my headcanon for normal Beorn is that he was a really outgoing child but was silenced when his family was slaughtered and enslaved before him. When ‘entertaining’ Azog he was most likely not allowed to talk.

But Modern Beorn hasn’t really had to go through all that. He may have had some sort of hard childhood, but hardly to the normal extent. And in my head he internalized his anger both times but in this verse he turned it into drive and ambition. He is still quite a quiet person compared to others, but when he gets angry or stressed, he hasn’t had to suppress that as much. Does that make sense?

I know I’m totally swamped with drafts right now, but I really want to explore modern Beorn…

Just making a scene in a Shopping centre food court because he has a meeting in fifteen minutes, and how is he supposed to get lunch now seeing as the waitress fucked up his order and gave him a non-vegetarian burger and he’s already waited far too long and does not have time for this bullshit. Then he exhales for a minute in the face of the stunned waitress herself before giving an awkward smile and storming off to his meeting. After which, his secretary slowly and quietly slides him a cheese sandwich because he/she can hear his stomach growling even if Beorn chooses to ignore it and him being really polite and eating it because although he really hates this kind of cheese, he is also really hungry.

Okay, rant over.

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He wasn’t going to agree at first. There was the flash of pity, and a small amount of guilt gnawing at him, but he had his animals to reassure and his lands to protect. Thilbe was having a foal, and may have had to deliver without aid, which as incredibly dangerous this time of year, especially for her.

But the last, trailing words of the Dwarf woman hit Beorn hard,  and inflated the guilt until he caved.

“If you wish, I will go with you.”

“You cannot go alone.” He responded, and then hastened to add, “Not with these men who would surely delay your arrival.” He would not imply that she was incapable of dealing with any and all attackers she came across, as indeed she had made it this far alone. 

But she was obviously hurting, and he did feel slightly responsible for not garnering more news on the situations of the dwarves. Then again, if he had not left immediately, he would not have reached this place in time. 

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I know I’m totally swamped with drafts right now, but I really want to explore modern Beorn...

Just making a scene in a Shopping centre food court because he has a meeting in fifteen minutes, and how is he supposed to get lunch now seeing as the waitress fucked up his order and gave him a non-vegetarian burger and he’s already waited far too long and does not have time for this bullshit. Then he exhales for a minute in the face of the stunned waitress herself before giving an awkward smile and storming off to his meeting. After which, his secretary slowly and quietly slides him a cheese sandwich because he/she can hear his stomach growling even if Beorn chooses to ignore it and him being really polite and eating it because although he really hates this kind of cheese, he is also really hungry.

Okay, rant over.

[oncethereweremany]

💍 Wedding/Marriage Starters 💍

"Will you be my maid of honour/best man?"

"I'm getting married!"

"He/She left me at the alter..."

"Wait, you're getting married?!"

"_____, will you marry me?"

"Did we get married last night..?"

"Why are you in a wedding dress?"

"What's with the tux?"

"I can't marry you."

"Are you proposing to me?"

"Why do you have this ring?"

"Marriage is overrated, anyway."

"Till death do us part."

"Who's the lucky lady/guy?"

"You can't get married!"

"Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"I heard about the divorce..."

"You can't spend the rest of your life with someone you don't love."

"What do you mean you lost the ring?!"

"I left him/her at the alter."

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actual ainulindalë

eru: EVERYBODY SAY SOMETHIN KEEP IT GOING

eru: EGGS BACON GRITS

everybody: SAUSAGE

manwë: lord of the Valar so I got that

everybody: SAUSAGE

varda: put the stars up but get down for that

everybody: SAUSAGE

ulmo: swimmin in pussy so i give her that

everybody: SAUSAGE

yavanna: all out vegan but you know i get the

everybody: SAUSAGE

aulë: dwarves look kinda like a tiny

everybody: SAUSAGE

nienna: cryin 24/7 but i still get the

everybody: SAUSAGE

mandos: lord of death but got life in this

everybody: SAUSAGE

vairë: look into the future and imma get the

everybody: SAUSAGE

irmo: makin ya dream come true with this

everybody: SAUSAGE

estë: ya man healed all up when i hopped on that

everybody: SAUSAGE

tulkas: bitchslapped melkor and gave him the

everybody: SAUSAGE

nessa: fly as hell and i don't need no

everybody: SAUSAGE

oromë: huntin down ya girl to give her the

everybody: SAUSAGE

vána: pretty ass bitch and i don't need no

everybody: SAUSAGE

melkor: DESTROYED THE LAMPS AND GAVE MAIRON THE

mairon: SAUSAGE

[oncethereweremany]

Send ‘❁’ and my muse will offer yours a flower

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“Forgive me if I do not believe you, Orc.” He remained frosty, verging on hostile. And besides, even if the horror was different, why did it want to speak with him?

"Sometimes I have the immense misfortune to meet other orcs, an' I can't help but wonder how I'm even from the same gene pool as some of them.. They're so fuckin stupid, an' aggressive, an' so, so very dumb.." (ppff, she complains a lot, sorry.)

“And you are different?” Beorn responded codly, unimpressed.

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“A battleaxe is my choice as a man. Sharp and cold and strong.” He explained. While it was true that he preferred to fight with a bear’s weapons (being his teeth and his strenth and his claws), he sometimes preferred being a man. Or he had no choice. He had not learnt to use an axe until after the Mountains. Not properly, anyway. His instructor, when he’d been alive, had always laughed at him, called him a petal-child, which sounded worse in the Morko tongue and was a harsh insult to give to a youngling at the time. Beorn had mastered the skill after the death of his family.

“I’m not short, I’m fun-sized!”

“You need a stool to get up onto the counter, and the counter to reach my cupboards. Are you having fun?”

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She wouldn’t have. He had not interacted with many since his leave from the mountains years ago. Leave. Escape would be a better word. Although, he supposed if he wanted to avoid Azog, or perhaps track him down later, openly telling people he was an escaped prisoner would most likely damage his chances. However, she would not know him, and so he told himself it was safe to at least put a name to his face.

“It is Beorn.”

☀ [ bear form plz? and yes i know i just wrote the starter but i love this -///- ]

My muse is kept in a cage at the circus. Your muse comes across them before tonight’s performance. Send ‘☀’ for my muse’s reaction to yours stepping towards the cage.

The growl was low, and dangerous, and the gaze was intense, and dark. He did not move, he barely breathed, and his eyes were filled with distrust.

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-beth pecora