[beastdwells]

he    who    conquers    himself    is    the    mightiest    warrior    and    the    night    belongs    to    him    ⸻    the    beast    of    prey     ⸻     and    always    will.    so    fear    the    night,    fear    him...        for    the    light    will    not    withstand    him.

[     beastdwells     ]     ⸻    a    highly    selective    &    private    original    character    with    the    main    verse    based    around    the    game    afk    arena.    mutuals    only,    no    minors    (    +    21    without    exceptions    for    the    existence    of    dark    topics    ),    crossover    &    fandom    friendly    albeit    mutual    based.    semi-to-low/sporadic    activity.    

docs.      promo.

established    january    '22.     loved    and    cherished    by    joo.

[floraliae]

                        ❝   Hey,   will go on a pajamas date with me   ?   ❞     (◕ᴗ◕✿)

                                   ↳     𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬     /     𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏   𝐰/   @beastdwells​.​

[spaacemusings]

                                           We are all made of stardust. 

                                        Yet you somehow seem to shine                                                        BRIGHTER                                                     than anyone else.

[beastdwells]

@floraliae  ♡ ​

[disgustinggf]

[floraliae]

@beastdwells   🙄

[beastdwells]

𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗸 // 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 !! she is staring at him — unfaltering, attentive, almost not even blinking her eyelids for fear of missing a precious chance. only once the silence has become uncomfortable for her as well, does she mischievously scoot closer ; shoulder against shoulder, the vulpine - she looks at him with big doe eyes. ❝ do you… purr? ❞ ( @floraliae​ )

𝗵𝗲𝗿    𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲    𝘄𝗮𝘀    𝗮    𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹    𝗼𝗳    𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁,    an    indication    of    trouble    ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯    one    that    created    a    permanent    barrier    of    doubt    that    was    escorted    by    a    frown    marring    his    tanned    complexion.    a    brow    elevated    in    betwixt,    tiers    parted    to    allow    the    departure    of    syllables    that    were    caught    by    his    throat:    her    curious    gait    was    at    odds    with    the    sweetness    of    her    stance    and    there    was    a    casualness    to    it    that    wasn't    quite    right    in    cloth    so    graceful.    ❝    what...    brat?    ❞    the    desire    to    retreat    was    not    quite    elevated    for    the    curiosity    of    his    own    tiptoed    right    behind    his    dubiousness.    was    she,    ultimately,    testing    his    patience?

she    was,    undoubtedly,    the    infinite    fun    packaged    into    a    tiny    being:    it    danced    in    her    beauteous    spheres    whilst    a    sense    of    mischief    sought    for    release    from    its    grasp.    when    the    query    arrived    without    prior    indication,    he    could    only    roll    his    amethyst    spheres    albeit    a    toothy    grin    nearly    plastered    upon    his    feral    lineaments.    she    planned    her    mirth    nicely,    putting    her    creative    self    to    the    task    at    hand;    the    feline    gave    her    credit    for    that.    ❝    it    depends...    ❞    he    opted    to    play    along,    letting    his    tiers    travel    to    her    furry    ear,    hovering    close.    ❝    if    you    give    me    reasons    to    purr...    ❞    an    obsidian    mischief,    he    disobeyed    his    reasoning    and    submitted    to    his    heart.    ❝    i    might    purr    for    you...    the    question    is    ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯    do    you    have    what    it    takes    to    please    me    that    much...    sol?    ❞

[metamorphesque]

‘Flowers’ by Wendy Cope

Le Bonheur (1965) dir. Agnès Varda

[floraliae]

@beastdwells   ♡

[enamouredpoet-deactivated202205]

he bathes in sun rays; smears its aglow luminescence across his scalp, heart and rib cage. he is cleansed of sin.

she submerges into moonlight; it coats her collarbones, womb and hips. she is rejuvenated of heartache.

[floraliae]

↬   @beastdwells​   ♡

[kyunsies]

changkyun ♡ midnight idol ep 067

[floraliae]

𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑,   its tip halved by twin peaks whose pigments remind her of clouded days spent amidst snow and frost.   The she - fox stubbornly lingers in the odd flower’s vicinity,   slender legs   ❪   inelegantly   ❫   crossed in a barely comfortable posture,   ‘pon whose expanse scattered papers and a little notebook have been precariously settled   ;   elongated is the lapse of time that she has tenaciously spent here,   in this exact position,   for she dares not to move for fear that the flower might feel threatened by a sudden maneuver and thus delay its much anticipated blossoming.

A dainty hand suddenly reaches out,   lithe index finger hovers carefully above the thorn before finally poking it.   Once,   twice,   thrice…   Until,   much to her surprise,   the twin peaks seem to suddenly lengthen their extension for the unique cruel purpose of stinging and thus lacerating her now reddened flesh   ❪   either as a generous warning or as a defensive mechanism to fend off potential predators and threats   ❫   .   A childishly frustrated whine slithers past grimacing tiers as Solise turns her wounded finger from side to side in order to observe the little cut and the droplets of ichor spilling forth   ;   this has been undoubtedly unexpected,   something that she ought to immediately take note of and ruminate over at a later date.   And it is then,   whilst her free hand scribbles barely comprehensible notes across the heavy notebook’s cramped page,   that she perceives a foreign presence lingering closer,   closer,   closer until his frame casts a refreshing shadow ‘pon her.   A vulpine ear obnoxiously twitches,   but she does not lift her gaze from the aggressive flower just yet.   ❝   You did know that this was going to happen,   did you not   ?   You should be fired.   ❞

@beastdwells​ .     /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

[beastdwells]

𝘁𝗵𝗲    𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗮-𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲    𝗮𝗶𝗿    𝘄𝗮𝘀    𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁    𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵    𝘁𝗵𝗲    fragrance    of    ornamental    beauty    ⸻        it    was    no    natural    basin    filled    with    flowers    that    could    leave    many    jealous    of    but,    instead,    it    was    the    luxurious    addition    to    a    formal    garden    conceived    by    beasts    with    copious    leisure    time.    it    was    solely    thanks    to    her    arrival    that    its    development    became    something    to    admire,    to    visit,    to    nurture:    the    flora    was    no    longer    made    of    thorns    and    dust,    coated    with    a    mantle    of    aureate    grace.    it    was    an    ocean    of    grace    with    a    variety    of    pristine    shades,    a    consecrated    relic    that    many    adored    to    contemplate    whilst    submerging    in    eternal    thoughts.    in    many    ways,    he    was    grateful    for    being    her    personal    guard...    for    with    that    duty,    came    the    opportunity    to    educate    himself    and    learn    from    someone    whose    origins    were    far    from    his.

a    sugary-coated    laugh    escaped    his    tiers    in    response    to    her    accusatory    glare    and    in    profound    silence    he    ceased    the    distance    to    squat    near    her,    observing    the    small    wound    with    a    grin    upon    lineaments.    ❝    it's    not    bad,    come    on...    ❞    he    commented    with    amethyst    spheres    observing    her    fine    countenance;    so    gently,    he    allowed    his    palm    to    settled    under    hers,    bringing    her    hand    close    to    his    face    to    observe    closely    her    petite    digit.    ❝    you    won't    even    need    oil...    it's    so    small.    ❞    in    the    lands    of    feline    beasts,    they    were    taught    to    treat    wounds    differently    and    albeit    tribes    had    their    own    orthodox    treatments    and    thus    one    should    follow    those    practices,    he    chose    to    follow    the    one    he    believed    to    be    better    for    her    ⸻    the    hues    of    violet    disappeared    under    eyelids    before    his    tongue    darted    out    to    lick    upon    the    expanse    of    the    wound    with    such    delicacy    that    would    be    doubted    if    not    witnessed,    cleaning    the    lines    of    her    own    ichor    that    threatened    to    blemish    her    attire.    ❝    there...    ❞    whispered    vox,    he    met    her    gaze    again    and    offered    a    genuine    smile.    ❝    it's    all    good    now.    ❞

[beastdwells]

𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗸 // 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 !! ❝  i have a question, for genuinely scientific purposes of course. tell me, tell me... how does it feel to be a chonky, grumpy, oversized and overweighted catto? ❞ she is tapping the tip of her ink pen on one corner of her notebook, impatiently waiting for his response ; with each passing second, it becomes more and more arduous to inhibit the corners of glossed tiers from curling upwards into a mischievous simper. ( @floraliae​ )

𝘁𝗵𝗲    𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲    𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲    𝘄𝗮𝘀    𝗮    𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴    𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲,    a    place    to    rest    weary    boots,    a    tarnished    greatsword    and    an    exhausted    body;    all    in    the    safety    of    the    embrace    of    the    desert    ⸻    he    was    sandwiching    his    exertions    with    rest,    giving    his    structure    a    chance    to    recover    and    his    brain    a    chance    to    adjust    his    trajectory.    albeit,    how    could    he    have    a    few    hours    of    repose,    when    she    was    constantly    around?    sprawled    upon    the    coat    of    sand,    hands    hooked    behind    his    head    to    serve    as    a    pillow,    he    opened    his    right    eye    [    for    vision    itself    was    a    luxury,    and    only    one    had    the    honour    to    see    ]    upon    hearing    her    insolence    coming    with    saccharine    vocals.    a    tsk    resonated    within,    ribcage    quaking    with    his    evident    disapproval.    shouldn't    she    be    occupied    with    her    own    errands?    ❝    might    not    be    different    from    the    way    a    stinky    fox    usually    feels.    i'm    surprised    your    dwarf    size    can    support    that    round    tummy.    ❞    triumphant    smirk    thus    tiptoed    upon    tanned    lineaments,    shifting    his    gaze    to    the    cerulean    aura    above    ⸻    what    a    beauty    to    witness,    the    sun    and    its    fellow    azure    tunic.    ❝    give    me    a    break,    brat.    spend    some    time    with    the    locals.    befriend    the    chicks    there.    give    them    a    smidgen    of    your    inconceivable    knowledge.    everything    but    pester    me,    you    know?    ❞

[kyunsies]

changkyun ♡ midnight idol ep 068