#blightbloom

[figgyg11]

was feeling out of it so drew the guy

i like how i made him look soggy

[fatepowered]

feeds qi rong beans. and kiwis. and a little piece of broccoli. all green foods really🙂‍↕️

" i need you to know that my diet is not the reason for my green-ness, and as such I do not need to be sustained with only green foods. " his eyes narrow as he looks at her quizzically. " it would be like if i needed to fuckin' feed you shrimp to stay as audaciously pink as you are. like a flamingo. " / @blightbloom

[mossweaving]

an owl delivered @blightbloom;

❛ I brought snacks and cuddles—pick your poison. ❜ for astarion. she's bringing dead squirrels flirty starters: accepting!

The first thing he’d been able to notice was the scent. Everyone had their own unique mask, one that made it just a little easier for him to nose out those he’d been familiar with, if the need arose. His sense of smell only activated precisely under very specific conditions– those that were either threats or food. Poisons or blood. 

This was one that he’d become starkly familiar with over the prior weeks, given the terrain of the land and his current company. The sudden blossom of an earthen undertone, mingled with the musk that bathed itself within a rodent’s pelt. It was thick, almost warm within his nostrils; certainly an appeasement to his senses.

From where he’d seated himself before his tent, the elf merely poised his features in her direction; sharp, inquisitive, and thoroughly pleased with the offering. He could go without the latter half, but he supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers. Not that he was necessarily begging for either– but. 

Simply put, he’d be a fool to turn the platter away.

“Well, this seems rather… contingent,” the low drag to his vocals mirrored the idle pull to his gaze over the squirrels within her palms, extended and held upward as though she’d plucked them like flowers along the way. “I’m certainly not complaining by any means, please– where are my manners?” The tune of his timbre had danced itself into a contemptuous facade as he’d regarded himself, shaking his head and fanning a hand out next to where he’d been sitting. “If I’m given the option as to what comes first, I’ve always preferred a good meal prior to a good lay.” 

The smile that stretched over ashen lips split wide enough to reveal teeth; uncaring and deliberate in its spread while the gesture of invitation had once again been patted upon near his own seating. 

[bloodtwin]

thoughts? (i'm sorting through screencaps again and feeling unwell about them...)

GOOD LORD?????????????????????????

[laperlina]

🌙 : a mutual whose aesthetic you adore

positivity munday 𓂃﹒🐇💞 @blightbloom

🌙 : @luvpoem @eighthcount for sure !! i mentioned only recently that their aesthetic reminds me of valentine's day bonbons and i KNNOW that's oddly specific but take a look and you'll seeee. i also quite like @ga1inda's aesthetic and @ballaird has fun and aesthetically pleasing typography choices !!! and @szygyst you always do suuuch a good blend of graphics and typography that i love sm !! big fan of that blend that @riteofrobin's got going on too !!!

i've talked about my two cuties @vivrez and @lusmor before AT LEAST twice for these kinda memes ((so i hope i don't annoy the fuck outta you anya cora beloveds with YET ANOTHER @ for this kinda question lmfao)). but it's a crime to not include them for this too !!! they're some of my faves of all time in many more ways than blog aesthetics but still i musttt reiterate that they have the knack for curating vibes and graphics and imageries that are so well-rounded and PROFESSIONAL and the kind that makes you go, like, how'd they even DO that. their minds are just !!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg omg i love smmmm.

[kowarenaii]

aaaahhhh hopefully this is okay, lovely ;w;/ still getting the hang of drawing again, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes ;;;;3;;; <3 Loved drawing Sayen so much! @blightbloom

[b1oodhunt]

@blightbloom // one-liner starter call

"The gustur of wind calls our victory."

[decaeys]

PLOTTED STARTER. @blightbloom

he can’t remember the last night he spent in company. after the loss of half of his party and abandoning the last, he’s avoided contact with people for the most part. only dmitri could get through to him now, guilt ridden as he was. cherry coloured gaze watches as the flames lick at the kindling, desperate to burn his memories of the time before solitude.

the sound of another person moving breaks his intense stare and he snaps instead to their position: still her, still safe. although he’s confident in his ability to run another person through at near-lightning speed, he begrudges having to use that accursed sword he carries any more than he needs to. briefly, he lets his eyes crawl over to shinizenchi’s sheath: undisturbed, sleeping — the sword can’t hurt anyone so far from his grasp.

“ I have spare rations if you need them, ” he offers before she can speak, “ tomorrow we can go hunting for something else, or maybe we’ll come upon a market, I have a few coin left I can spend. ” he begrudges the idea of remaining with his present company, but the need for safety and a shared goal are reason enough to stick together for the foreseeable future.

their earlier encounter had been a surprise, yet not a wholly unwelcome one. meeting another person in the old drogovas castle was something he’d expected, even if it wasn’t planned for. treasure hunters would consider the place a trove not dissimilar from a dragon’s hoard in this day and age. the old vampires had amassed plenty of valuable trinkets over their years, it was almost a shame that they’d all been abandoned and left to rot for so long. still, he’d managed to find the chalice fairly easily — the last remaining piece of dmitri’s collection of his sire’s belongings. a piece with sentimental value rather than monetary, he was only glad that he was on the path to getting rid of such an item. that was until he’d had to stray from his intended path quite significantly.

“ I appreciate your assistance earlier, ” he mumbles, doing everything he can to avoid making eye contact with the stranger. the only time he’s seen eyes as full of inky black as hers are when his blood-brother allows the void to consume him, and he isn’t entirely sure whether she too shares that same curse. part of him hopes so, because at least he understands that. if it’s something else giving her that creepy, otherworldly visage, he doesn’t want to know. “ you’re quite a skilled fighter, it’s rare to meet someone so talented out here alone. do you live far away? ”