#peacebloom

[esperanta-dragon]

I have to start slowly with my new iPad. A lot of issues like brightness and missing textures on brushes but otherwise I love the freedom that I can draw everywhere and I don't have to sit at my PC, I can chill on a couch.

Herbs from WoW are a good start. This year took its toll on my creativity and I need to start slowly with small pictures and regularly get used to the routine. Working on Silverleaf already.

[tindra-draws]

Meme fan art of Barny64/Barny Beekeeper from Barny’s Scarab Lord Adventures ep.2

[sebris-skysense]

Inktober [Moon Guard Neutral Events]

• Day 22 - Flame •

An Arcane spark to light a Peacebloom joint. A main product the Harlequin Apothecary sells on the side, which Sebris has learned to perfect. He’s always been amused by how quickly Mikey can get one started with the snap of his fingers.

[siansd-blog]

WoW herbs!

for @ocatnip

Silverleaf, Earthroot and Peacebloom

*thank you for looking!*

[amelia-lyton-blog]

Pups

Black fur, with silvered tips bushed over the peaceblooms that grew out of control thanks to Amelia’s delicate, but brilliant way with nature. Snorting and whimpering could be heard by even the hardest of hearing if they were close enough as she rolled around trying to rid herself of the aggression she sensed from the other worgen, a few moments earlier. Her mind drifted to her childhood home in which she could remember every last detail. Soft glowing red irises vanished behind charcoal eyelids as she lost herself to the memory. 

This particular day, Amelia was just a small girl of eight and her brother, Alfred was eleven. Her mother and father took to the city to shop for odds and ends, leaving Amelia with her brother. The two were out walking along the flowerbeds as Alfred showed his little sisters some of the ways of the harvest witch, as their mother and father taught him, “They are alive too ya know, Amelia. Jus’ like us. They need ta be loved and cared for and given righ’ and propeh respec’, jus’ like us.” Amelia watched in amazement as her elder brother pruned the dead leaves and petals away with barely any trouble at all. 

Her big silvery eyes turned upward to her brother and asked with a sweet, delicate voice, “Do ya think I will grow up to be jus’ as good with flowehs as you, Alfred?” The young man gave his sister a quick snap of a nod and a broad smile, “Of course ya will, ya name is Susanah Amelia Ly’on, jus’ like our grea; grandmotheh, ain’ i’? And she was the bes’ of us all a’ i’.” A proud smile spread across the young girl’s lips as she happily thought of her future.

Ameila’s silvery eyes shot open after picking up on a strange, new scent, shattering her fond memory. The young worgen lay flat on her back and was now in her human form. Soft whimpering cries could be heard and the young woman now sat up with inhuman speed, turning her head in the direction from which they came. She hopped to her feet, not caring to brush away the remnants of peacebloom that clung to her clothing and littered her chestnut hair. Slowly and quietly, the young woman made her way toward the sound, hearing it get closer with each step. She wandered up to the door of the Glass Garden that was open about shoulder width. She first peeked her head inside with her head canting from side to side, until finally she heard more whimpering coming from the corner by the entrance into the manor. She tugged the door open and quickly made her way over to see and there she was, Merlot with her three little puppies. 

Amelia’s eyes widened with a gasp escaping her lips, covering her mouth instantly. She dropped to her knees with a soft fit of squeals and giggles to see the little ones, “Oh, Merlo’ we have been searchin for ya all day. Tha’ is such a good girl. You are a motheh now and a righ’ good motheh ya are a’ tha’.” She curled her finger and stroked the back of it down the little corgi and collie mixed pups and Merlot hadn’t a care in the world that she did; she was exhausted. “Rowen is a fatheh now, too. Oh, Lady Ludlow is going ta be so exci’ed when I tell her, bu’ i’s ge’in la’e and I dare no’ dis’urb her.” The young woman spent the rest of the evening with Merlot and then moved her and her puppies to stay in her room for the night.

@elizebella @aldreusreinhold @lumenwolf  @longclawofgilneas @conwulf for worgen vague/direct mentions @venreenaholt for puppy mentions! @ludlowvineyards

[eldridgecandell]

🤔 + Flower

Whenever Eld is Stormwind he will make a point to visit the city cemetery with a bouquet of peace bloom. A simple flower really but he can remember spending springs in the country with his family and his mother always smiling with bunches his siblings had picked.

A mass memorial is set within the cemetery for the lost victims of the sacking of Stormwind during the First War. Religion never means much to him, but he says a quiet word for all of them lost in the harbor.

@phyghyver

[tinesife06]

So much for PeaceBloom, seems like they got a spider problem 🕷 @warcraft Just an inside joke, now it’s time to go outside & WORK so I can pay for that subscription. ———— #bzzz #outside #peacebloom #WOW #inside #intp #blastfrompast #smokesomeweed https://www.instagram.com/p/CTSLHkCrMgWGciRFgdvhnvp3X14FC9gO62fv0U0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[leylines-and-lyrics]

(Rhodwyn Waywander)

Just a song about being there for someone.