#bloomifys

[lghtyear]

" your heart is beating so fast right now . . . " asked by @bloomifys as elizabeth .

said as if it didn't always , whenever woman was dangerously close . will had learned a long time ago the effect elizabeth had on him , and it was often an effect he couldn't control . smile would widen , stomach would drop , and heartrate would quicken . it seemed now , with woman so close , that was becoming too obvious to ignore .

an awkward laugh , as if trying to make light of it , though he's lost for a reason . mind scrambles for some excuse , some cause for chest to beat so aggressively . yet he couldn't think of one , clearly not quick enough . " it's. . . warm in here . "

. . . idiot .

[peculiarbeauty]

bloomifys asked: " IF THE MOOD TAKES ME, i'm known to try my hand at poetry. " ( KIDA ) COMPANION QUOTES: GALE OF WATERDEEP

OH , SHE IS DEFINITELY INTRIGUED with such a proposition. " that sounds wonderful ! i'm sure within the moment you could craft something very beautiful. "

[zestials]

hey, so, whens the wedding ? /hj

four bingos ?? not bad ! he's pretty good at keeping the murder secret , it's fine !!

[p0pprince]

⭑  ⠀ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ·   ⠀ ༒ ⠀⠀ ͟⠀      .   ⊰       bloomifys     ⭑          ╱            ˖   ⋆ ࿐໋    ﹅    ❝     i'm   not   really   the   advice   type      ...      but   i   am   damn   good   at   coming   up   with   distractions   to   forget   the   bullshit   for   a   while.      ❞

to    be     truthful        ,        NEITHER WAS HE.          people    wouldn’t     know    that     and     only    assumed    that    he    would     be    by     how    well    he      was     when     it    came     to    writing     songs         ;        he    had    the     countless    grammys    and        accomplishments     to    prove    it.           it     put    the     popstar     at    ease    when     she     was    the     same    as     him     when     it    came     to     advice.          daniel    smiled       ,       intrigued    at    what     she    had    in     store     for     him.              he     didn’t     like     anticipation    nor    waiting     for     the    results.  

     ❝     a distraction    ?        as     long     as     its    not     illegal        ...       -        i    don’t     need    to     end    up    on     th     front    page     of     TMZ     by     tomorrow     morning.     ❞      

[prsrott]

꩜ MARTYR BLUE BOY, a familiar silhouette in the waking of a world entrenched in red, his softness sickened nathan — warren graham was his photography partner, no doubt in his mind that he was also damning this earth when he heard jefferson pair them together. he stood among the barren carpark of blackwell, watching warren trail out of the department with dragging heels, clutching a much cheaper camera between pale, clammy knuckles—nathan’s camera was instead held by a strap around his neck ; a badge of honor, a corruption of perception as long as it remained a collar chaining him to his true purpose. “ what you lookin’ so glum for, gayram ? ” prodding tone, gleeful gnawing on his exposed spine, looking for any weakness to exploit - this might be fun after all, “ who knows. maybe i could show you a thing or two about actual good photography. ” heh. who was he kidding. he didn’t have the eye, unlike nathan. nathan had the eyes for everything the world couldn’t see, at least that was what he was spoon-fed when he was good enough. he had to show him he was good enough.

@bloomifys / WARREN.

[abyssurvived]

hiccup from @bloomifys sent " how many times are we going to keep meeting like this ? " from here! ( accepting! )

            affectionate smack is given to the back of his head, blend barely restraining from following the movement up with a noogie ( if her hand purposely mess up his curls, she won’t admit nor deny that was her intention from the start ), hand once tussling curls leading arm to wind around shoulder and pull dragon-rider into blend—- @bloomifys sudden appearance is more than welcome; as much blend adores the beautiful carnage that was dragon’s breath, she much preferred not being the target of it.

            scoff is given at his remark, blend giving a half shove before dragging hiccup to the sanctity of the alcove that acted as her hiding spot, the other hand, not fastened to his shoulder, tightening around her sword’s hilt ( as if it’d do anything in ways of protecting either of them ), ❛ —-and h’many times do I need to tell y’that I don’t need this damsel-in-distress shtick; was going all fine before you started swaggerin’ in here. ❜ the singed ends of her hair and the greasy shimmer of sweat across her brow tells another story entirely of course.

          blend truly hadn’t meant to get herself into this state; had foolishly thought that managing to wrangle her own dragon would be as easy as any other thumping creature of the night; that approaching it as openly as possible to show that you were neither fowl nor prey would be best—- had missed the obvious memo, that dragons, unlike other creatures often burnt things when surprised, and then would access the potential threat—- hence the accidental haircut and the current missing of noble stead. earthy orbs scan the heavens, hoping to spot the ( frankly terrifying ) shape of hiccup’s own dragon, dry swallow given when her search comes up with nothing but barren skies—- ❛ —-how quick d’ya say toothless can fly—- and how soon can he come get us by the way? ❜

[bassvamp]

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖌𝖆 of @bloomifys liked for a 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗! ( accepting! )

             bassist isn’t unused to finding 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖍 𝖇𝖆𝖌𝖘 backstage, despite how ironic it is, but that still doesn’t cease them from sending an ignored glare towards beloved maker words going verbally unspoken in person, ringing loud & clear through the coven’s bond ( "really peter? she doesn’t even look old enough to know who we are." / "of ye of little faith baby bat; she looks precious, almost sweet enough to rot your teeth," beloved maker sneers ). mahogany orbs roll heaven ward and the tapping of booted toe against carpeted cement floor is loud in the green room, and vamp hesitates a mere second before they’re diving in, keeping their gaze rooted on maniacal maker.

            ophelia may have lost some of their humanity in the decades spent roaming with the band, and later coven once peter deemed it unlikely for ophelia to be “pinched,” away by his own maker and his weird siblings, but there was one kernel that remained, tough & uncomfortable in her throat as if a something was stuck there; the pungent smell of uneasiness, and the bitter smell of anxiety—- the smell doesn’t waft off the girl, but ophelia’s unsurprised when it gradually begins to seep from the teen’s pores as easily as sweat; it makes something in ophelia lurch, some lost maternal instinct that tugs at her sleeve like a small child and almost makes her snarl when peter begins to stride over, cocky grin and eyes far too open for ophelia to like.

          bassist is soon tucking herself in peter’s path, painted lips curling gently at the corner as ophelia outstretches a gloved hand—- ❛ —-don’t worry about him he won’t—- ❜ ( “speak for yourself baby bat,” ) of course peter would mar the already strained situation with even more drivel; peppering thoughts of blood ebbing from long necks and the sweet copper taste coursed through the bond before władysław’s snap of “enough,” quells peter’s immaturity and sends him scuttling to find something else to entertain him ( and how ophelia hopes that this time he doesn’t leave a mess ), ❛ —--he doesn’t mean to be as creepy as he looks, promise. you mind telling me your name… or how you even got back here? know the security budget went out the window, but.. ❜

[partghoul]

          "     bonnie.  bonnie.  bonnie.     "     if he stares harder, maybe he'll finally get her attention.     "     bonnie.  heyyyyyy.  hi.  over here.  i'll pay you to expedite these labs.  i have a gift certificate for olive garden if that's more your speed.  i'll be in your debt forever and ever and ever.       "

               FOR  PRINCESSBUBBLEGUM  @bloomifys [ ... ]

[jadebone]

          "     conway,     "     he calls out,  stubbing his cigarette out underfoot as the van pulls up to the antique shop by which he'd been waiting.  hilo isn't known for his patience, but to his credit, he's really been trying quite hard to keep it together.  desperate times.  he strolls up to the driver's side window and knocks on the glass, waiting for it to roll down.     "     you're late.  what the hell, man  ?  where were you  ?     "

          @bloomifys  liked for a starter for conway  !

[lghtyear]

incorrect quotes , ft . @bloomifys ! personals dni . transcript under the cut .

Will : Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is— Elizabeth: Cenotaph. Will : What? Will : It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honouring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph. Will : I'm... not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own. Elizabeth: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and reinterred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing. Will : Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish. Elizabeth: So it's a temporary cenotaph. Will : And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity. Elizabeth: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.

[peculiarbeauty]

bloomifys asked: " you cant just keep avoiding me. " ㅡ HICCUP 𝚅𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 " 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 " 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂!

" oh .. but i'm not avoiding you , monsieur. " she absolutely has been avoiding him but it is for good reason. there is a surprise party to be thrown !

[astr0logies]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚   ╷   it's  almost  funny  ,  isn't  it  ?  funny  *&  tragic  just  how  quickly  a  decent  mood  can  be  soiled  ,  how  a  dream  can  be  so  unfairly  snuffed  out  without  as  much  as  the  most  basic  of  warnings  .  this  was  a  pain  that  poor  susie  came  to  find  out  about  in  a  moment  that  both  felt  like  it  went  by  so  fast  she  couldn't  even  process  what  had  just  unfolded  ,  yet  also  somehow  felt  as  though  it  had  lasted  a  𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴  𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴  all  in  the  same  breath  .  what  had  begun  as  a  nice  morning  ,  all  things  considered  .  .  .   short  of  a  few  odd  looks  here  *&  there  as  she  made  her  way  through  the  studio  *&  down  to  the  music  department  for  the  lines  she  was  scheduled  to  read  that  morning  ,  it  was  always  a  wonderful  morning  when  she  got  to  go  *&  spend  it  with  𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂  ,  after  all  .  all  of  it  came  crashing  down  in  momentous  fashion  the  moment  she  entered  the  music  room  ,  brown  eyes  fall  on  the  recording  booth  ,  on  her  spot  that's  being  filled  by  some  .  .  .  some  ,  unknown  woman  .  ʷʰᵒ  ʷᵃˢ  ˢᴴᴱ  ?  why  was  she  in  her  spot  ,  during  her  session  ??  why  .  .  .  why  did  sammy  not  seem  bothered  by  this  ???  her  heart  is  racing  ,  head  spinning  as  a  stomach  twisting  fear  begins  to  set  in  .  what  was  going  on  here  ?!   ❝   good  morning  ,  sammy  .  .  .  can  i  uh  ,  ask  what's  going  on  ?  ❞  she's  trying  to  hold  her  composure  ,  not  to  show  her  nerves  *&  mounting  emotion  as  hands  tremble  behind  her  full  hooped  skirt  whilst  sammy  opens  the  booth  door  to  take  a  step  out  ,  calmly  explaining  that  he  had  tried  to  call  her  ,  saying  something  about  some  sort  of  memo  she  was  supposed  to  have  gotten  ?  what  the  𝑯͟𝑬͟𝑳͟𝑳  was  he  even  talking  about  ??  she  had  been  replaced  ,  *&  somehow  everyone  but  her  received  a  memo  about  it  ?!  his  nonchalant  tone  ,  the  way  he  began  to  retract  back  into  the  booth  like  it  was  nothing  before  she  could  even  answer  ;  𝒊𝒕  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒕𝒐𝒐  𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 .  before  she  could  process  or  even  attempt  to  stop  herself  ,  her  palm  has  met  the  side  of  his  face  with  an  echoing  slapping  sound  as  she  feels  her  heart  shatter  in  her  chest  ;  turning  on  her  heels  to  take  off  as  she  makes  her  way  out  of  there  as  quick  as  she  possibly  could  . 

‧₊˚⋅    ♯    𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄    !     :   plotted  starter  for  sammy  lawrence  *&  susie  campbell  /  @bloomifys  . 

*ੈ✩��₊˚   ╷she  couldn't  believe  this  ;  it  all  felt  like  a  bad  dream  .  like  ,  like  a  part  of  her  had  just  ᵈ͟ᶤ͟ᵉ͟ᵈ  hearing  sammy  tell  her  she  had  been  replaced  .  𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ,  he  had  been  the  one  to  first  give  her  the  news  about  alice  .  .  .  what  on  earth  was  happening  right  now  ?  she  hadn't  done  anything  ,  had  she  ?  joey  promised  her  if  she  stayed  quiet  ,  she  would  be  a  star—  but  now  ,  here  she  stood  in  a  panic  ,  tears  streaking  her  cheeks  with  black  mascara  as  her  hiccupped  sobs  are  soon  cut  through  by  the  sound  of  footsteps  ,  ones  she  hadn't  expected  to  follow  her  or  find  her  in  such  a  state  .  susie  doesn't  speak  ,  even  when  the  familiar  ,  smooth  voice  of  sammy  cuts  through  the  deafening  silence  in  the  stair  well  (  aside  from  her  cries  ,  of  course  )  ;  she  won't  even  look  at  him  as  she  stands  ,  back  against  the  wall  being  the  only  thing  keeping  the  petite  voice  actress  from  collapsing  to  the  floor  as  her  legs  threatened  to  crumble  beneath  her  at  any  moment  ,  the  hand  that  had  met  his  face  in  such  an  unexpected  manner  just  moments  ago  still  stinging  from  the  smack  as  she  uses  it  to  cup  over  her  mouth  now  in  a  vain  attempt  to  stifle  her  sobbing  .

[sportsmeta]

@BLOOMIFYS ( BLITZ ) SAYS, TELL ME IT'S HARD BEING YOU.

THE DISCERNIBLE UNDERCURRENT OF SARCASM IN BLITZ'S TONE DOES NOT GO UNNOTICED, AND A PALPABLE SLIVER OF IRRITATION THUS RESONATES IN JAX'S AS CANARY GAZE DARTS FROM THE DESOLATE EXPANSE OF SAND AND WEEDS, DRAPED BENEATH A CRIMSON SHROUD ( THE TRAIN HAD HALTED AT THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY, WHERE THE VIBRANT BUSTLE OF STREETS AND TOWERING SKYSCRAPERS ABRUPTLY YIELDS TO A STARK EXPANSE OF A BARREN WASTELAND. ) TO THE IMP'S :

" well, what would you call it, if a crackbrained circus-godfather decided to zombify & chain you eternally to this ﹝ f#𓂸!✴d ﹞ up puppet-show, huh ? " a dry, caustic query emits & an arm extends out behind himself as he leans his weight back on a white-gloved hand, the other bringing a green-tinged bottle to greasepaint-clad mouth, eyes pinned to blitz's. surely, it is not easy being him ! surely, were he to be freed of the stifling clasp of everlasting undeath, would he find considerably less to complain over !

[abyssurvived]

maka from @bloomifys sent " you should be more concerned with what i want from you. " from here! ( accepting! )

          blend isn’t unused to vague threats ( being in the line of grappling with people more monster than human already established that—- and those were just the unsupes ), but there’s something especially offputting about hearing such a phrase leak from a child—- makes the hair on the back of ivy’s neck stand upright, makes her jaw & fists clench and legs stiffen as if preparing to bolt; never been one to run from a fight, and blend’s moral compass may be more of a wavering protractor than that of a clear and defined arrow she stuck to, but blend had made it a point to never fight children ( supernatural or otherwise ), and she sure as hell wasn’t about to break that streak. right hand twitches, eager to tuck into hip hostel and drag a rough nail down the side of her trusty pistol, but she refrains—- barely. tries to pick apart just what the strange girl could mean, thoughts swirling and picking apart the implications; whatever it was, blend was sure she was going to love every second of it. 

            ivy shifts minutely from foot to foot, dispersing her weight as earthy-green orbs flicker over their surroundings—- despite not currently being trapped in a corner, blend can already feel that too-close-too-tight suffocation begin to edge in around her, palms beginning to dampen with cold sweat as she considers her options—- she really, really doesn’t want to shoot at the kid, really, really doesn’t want to add that to her ever expanding list of traumas and memories she wishes stay buried, but the options appear slimmer and slimmer with each sharp breath,  ❛ —-and what exactly d’ya want from me? ❜

[devuourer]

0.18.   an otherwise empty parking lot . w/ ㅡ WARREN ( @bloomifys )

𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖉 and her eyes are sunken in, skin as pale as the pearls that dangled from her ears. we're decomposing. she's already lost the pair of pink heels that her mother had ever-so-lovingly chosen for her, the muscles in her legs too weak to keep themselves stable on those toothpick heels. she feels freezing cold, and yet beads of sweat continuously drips from her forehead.

CRACK. she twists her neck from the left to the right, moving her jaw side to side in miniscule attempts to loosen it. she hears a growl and she can't tell whether it's an animal or her. regardless of the source, she knew one thing: she needed to eat.

jennifer pushes her way past overgrown bushes following the bright light of street lamps in the hopes that it would mean she'd find a cheap motel to hijack for the night and find her next meal sense their fear; consume. she can feel the pressure of thorns and twigs poking and prodding at her exposed skin, can feel when they puncture through the worn skin, but jennifer doesn't react. it doesn't hurt. if anything it's almost orgasmic; i'm still somewhat human.

as she breaks through the bushes jenn finds herself failing to hold back a hoarse scream when she comes face to face with a boy, about her age she sees, climbing into his car. she's frozen in her spot, horrified that anyone would be seeing her in this state. but the humiliation fades and a smile spreads across her face as she looks around the parking lot. empty. how lucky for her.

she pretends to lose her footing, collapsing to the ground and holding her sides, crocodile tears falling down her cheeks as if she was in pain. ❝ please! i-it.. it hurts. help me! ❞

[jaxl]

　 　 　 earlir, jax had vocalized terse skepticism in the efficacy of the wide, black, rhinestone-rimmed sunglasses perched upon sarah lynn's nose to practically and sufficiently conceal her identity, but the day is an oppressively torrid one, the heat invigoraing as the afternoon wanes and thus, the smattering that emerge from the canopied shelters of their blinded, curtained abodes, find no significance in the presence of a multimillionaire-megastar prancing through the unsavory parts of the city. the youth and the elderly alike seem to be far too preocupied with preserving at least a semblance of cool, seeking fleeting haven from the relentless blaze of the sun's tyranny.

　 　 　 THE TWO HAVE RECEDED INTO WHATEVER FEEBLE REFUGE THE SHADE OF AN OAK TREE COULD PROVIDE FROM THE RELENTLESS ONSLAUGHT OF THE SUN, PLANTED ON STRIP OF LAWN BY THE CURB. EVEN THE GRASS, MUCH TO JAX'S DISMAY, IS WARM, HOT, PRICKLY AGAINST HIS BARE SKIN, DAMP WITH HIS SWEAT, OR SARAH LYNN'S, OR SOMEONE'S SPILLED DRINK, OR WITH SOMETHING HE FINDS TOO TAXING TO PONDER OVER IN THE MIDST OF SUCH SWELTERING DISCOMFORT. THE CACOPHONY OF CEASELESS CHIRPING, LAUGHTER, YOWLING ( THE DISARRAY OF VOICES HAVE COALESCED INTO A SINGULAR RAUCOUS AMALGAMATION ) FROM THE PUBLIC POOL SERVES AS A BACKDROP OF NOISES, AKIN TO A HUM OF THE RADIO IN THE BACKGROUND. PERHAPS, WERE IT COOLER, HE WOULD MUSTER THE WILL TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IT.

　 　 　 jax has slumped down on his back, the white, ribbed tanktop long tugged over his head and tossed aside on the lawn, one hand cradling a can of beer, the other nursing a cigarette, which he reaches over for sarah lynn's fingers to retreieve. she retorts jax's exhaustive lament over an insequential spat with his girlfriend — at the time, a trivial dispute over the selection of a film for their movie night — initially, with a beat of silence, before ...

@BLOOMIFYS ( SARAH LYNN ) SAYS, WHAT'S YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR MOM LIKE ?

　 　 　 a frown knits itself across his brows upon the cynical, acid-seeped query. " don't fucking take her side. " a murmurred lamentation of discontentment, eyelids cracking open only to a narrow squint to spare the actress a brief, indignant glance, an arm ( bent at the elbow ) dragged to his forehead to cast a strip of shade over his eyes. he discerns the unspoken implications within her retort, yet the innate apathy within him renders jax disinclined to offer an appropriate defense, save for a: " i like women. my mom's dead, though. " slender fingers deftly repossess the cigarette from hers & lower it to his mouth.