#baltorxbloom

Merry Christmas, y’all!

This is an off the cuff edit I started based off an evolving idea. Mostly about what Baltor would be up to after Obsidian gets destroyed during SOTLK. Like I said, it’s an ever-evolving idea, but it’s one that keeps lingering in the back of my mind lately. Will I ever do anything with that idea besides making random edits? Who knows. Maybe I’ll do a more fleshed out summary post or something at some point. Only time will tell.

But here’s to a hopefully more productive and calmer 2026!

He can hear her voice like she is right in front of him. Can feel her breath on his skin, the heat of her glare.

However this will end, it will end between you and me.

Even if you kill me, it will always haunt you.

You cannot die, he thinks. You wouldn’t dare.

He tears the shroud away.

For a moment, he feels like he is falling. Like he has been crushed against a wall, his ribs impaling his lungs. For a moment, he is looking a the only being in the world he has ever loved, and she is dead.

“It’s over,” he tells her gently. Well aware that this hurts her.

But it is pain of his doing, and he relishes that almost as much as he will relish her pleasure.

Bloom stumbles back, her breath coming in frightened little gasps as she surveys the destruction he wrought in less than an hour. Neither of them had known he was capable of this, but he was. For her.

He tells her as much. And, as expected, it ignites her shock into searing, screaming fury.

Golden magic saturates her skin with flickering flames, bursts from every pore until she is haloed in it, in the Flame that connects them both. Blue eyes burning with vengeance, fixed to his. Blind to the entire world but him.

“Yes,” he laughs, exhilarated. The hunger for a fight, for her, thrumming in every nerve as he raises his hands, inviting, welcoming. “Come to me.”

This was just supposed to be an edit. I don’t know what happened. I had coffee for the first time at night and things spiraled out of control.

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, @winxwannabe!!!!!

I would’ve done a video with different perspective shots, but recreating that dress was a bitch and quite frankly I don’t want to do it again.

Also, I know you know how insane I get about making fic scenes as fic-accurate as possible. I did clearly break that rule with this edit. In my defense, I really like this scene and it’s kinda hard to do a sparxshipping edit of it when Baltor’s not actually —physically— in the scene. So. I took some ✨liberties✨.

Do I feel like a dork now? Of course. Always do with videos. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this and enjoy your birthday! 🩵

once i learn how to animate it’s over for you bitches

Those pale eyes darken, and a viciousness seeps into their bond that’s meant to frighten her. He places his hands on the door frame, leaning in as close as the spell will allow. “Bloom,” Baltor warns, lowly. “Let. Me. In.”

She glares back up at him, matching his ferocity. Their connections quakes, rippling with their quarreling egos. Her Dragon Flame eagerly thrums to life, awaiting her command to eviscerate the wizard and blast whatever remains of him into the street.

Then she laughs.

Baltor’s stern expression never falters, but she catches his eyes narrowing as her Flame suddenly settles.

“You must be really desperate if you’re resorting to intimidation,” she retorts, crossing her arms. “Do you think that’s the best tactic when you need my express permission to enter my —how did you word it?— vapid hovel?”

A menacing growl builds at the back of his throat and he bares his teeth. “Dragon’s Mercy, Bloom, must you always insist on being the most difficult person I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting?”

to be hunted, to be haunted by @rist-ix

so yeah.