the loveliest lies of all

There is only me, there is only my way; there is only the forest, and there is only s u r r e n d e r. independent & semi-selective Beast with icons by x this blog operates before the end of episode ten. please read rules and about before interacting.

[gazsolene]

   And       I    like the    taste of  my enemies’     blood.

[lanternflame]

Blood is  u n s a f e.

     Drinking it is only putting toxins in your body.

[lanternflame]

gazsolene replied to your post:gazsolene replied to your post:I found a piggy...

That sucks.

I like the turtles.

[lanternflame]

gazsolene replied to your post:I found a piggy bank.

How much money’s in it.

There was only a black swamp turtle.

[lanternflame]

I found a piggy bank.

[rorop-ribbit-ribbit]

Over The Garden Wall has really nice chapter cards tbh…

[lanternflame]

wiirts replied to your post:wiirts replied to your post:A stereo was left in...

Okay, uh. Not like. That, but. Does it play tapes? I think it would. Uh.

[lanternflame]

wiirts replied to your post:A stereo was left in the woods today.

A stereo? What kind?

A loud kind.

[lanternflame]

A stereo was left in the woods today.

[lanternflame]

Tagged by: wiirts

     REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

1 ) name of your muse: Beast

2 ) one picture you like of your muse.

3 ) two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone.

what's the point of having headcanons if u don't share them uh

4 ) three things that your muse loves doing in their free time.

--creeping --haunting --monologuing in the woods

5 ) four people that your muse loves.

--himself --what else do you wAnt from me tbh

6 ) three fond childhood memories.

--well since I headcanon the Beast to be the Woodsman's daughter, probably some generic father/daughter bonding shit --ditto --I'm sorry, this is so boring

7 ) two things your muse regrets.

--that turtle --dying. I mean, the Unknown is the land of the dead, so.

8 ) one thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change.

--t ur tl e

I'm not tagging anyone frick you

[derelictsoldier-blog]

Blurred faces were normal to her, as were the points on them. But even she could tell the eyes that held no pupil were set on her. Her head bowed in an almost submissive way, eyes rarely looking up at the face.

She did not like this.

“I suppose it does. It is. Quiet enough f-for that.”

[lanternflame]

"The trees are a quiet place, yes. There is no birdsong here and the winter snow muffles everything around it; sometimes the North Wind blows his tune through the branches, but he lacks real  o p e r a.

That is my specialty."

Now it seemed the Beast was pointedly ignoring her discomfort, a slight tilt of his head the only indication he was even paying any attention to the one before him.

"Do you sing?"

[yxllowdxmon-blog]

▼— -"Only the number one dream demon around, pal! The name’s Bill. Bill Cipher.” 

[lanternflame]

"It seems you will find no  d r e a m e r s  here, Cipher. Nonetheless: I am pleased to meet you."

[lanternflame]

The creature did not note when exactly his path strayed from the familiar woods of his Unknown to the barren, frozen hills of... somewhere else. At first the landscapes must have simply blurred together, close-packed trees giving way to clearings of snow and curious stones marked with runes he had no name for. The knowledge of the change, in turn, came as slowly as the wet flakes drifting down around the Beast but the realization halted his travel until the creature was so still he could have been just another of the strange landmarks.

Minutes passed; no steamy puffs of breath drew attention to the Beast as he took stock of this new land and as he stood the falling snow began to settle, outlining the graceful curves of his antlers and clinging to the rougher fabric draped about his shoulders. For a creature more inclined to tranquility the thought of being lost unnerved him, and as one familiar with the ways of magic the Beast knew he could not simply turn around and follow his already blurring tracks back to the forest he called home. That door must already be sealed--continuing forward was his best bet.

Perhaps this change of heart sent a ripple through the trees around him, or perhaps he had already lingered too long: It seemed as soon as the Beast made up his mind to resume walking the snow began to fall faster and what dull light illuminated the sky started to drain away. Nightfall would come presently, and in this land the Beast did not know whether the dark should bring him fear so he hurried at a more rapid pace, uncharacteristic in his hurry. Finally a river barred his way farther south and the creature paused by the waters edge, eyes peering into the icy depths as if seeking answers in the current.

     "There lies a  p r e s e n c e   here," the Beast remarked after a moment; he could feel      it as clearly as if someone stood beside him. "Tell me: who claims this forest?"

[lovetheworldlife]

[miseriaa-blog]

[ he pauses, eyes narrowing at the gaze opposite. a striking contrast, especially against the shadowy forest. he barely knows anything, other than the stories of travelers eventually disappearing into the abyss, never to return. ]

I suppose I wouldn’t mind the company. A guide I have no need for— I’m not planning on returning to where I came from anytime soon.

[ this was his mistake. it’s likely that now, his fate has been sealed with such simple words. he will join those of his childhood stories without even realizing it. ]

[lanternflame]

[No, the Beast thought--he won't be returning anywhere, Like many of the travelers before him, the forest had now staked its claim, and the forest would receive what it was due. Still, when he spoke it was with a hint of wry humor, as if the stranger's words amused him.]

Perhaps a guide is not needed to return from whence you came--but destinations are finicky things, and might warrant a companion.

I will... stick  a r o u n d, if it is your preference.

[venyav]

[That earned a laugh out of him, not loud or rude, just a little snuff and a roll of the shoulders. Even perfect strangers (okay, we’re using that term loosely here) wanted him dead right off the bat. Charming. Not that he expected much else, all things considered. The Beast’s aura rolled off of him like summer fog, foreboding and cloying, but with that god-awful glint of far off light that held Steven’s interest a little too well. There was no help to be found here, but that hadn’t stopped him before.] 

'An end all the same.' Hm. You could at least take me out for a nice dinner before you start in on the vague threats. That’s third-date stuff. Give me a little something to work with before you go trying to put me down.

[lanternflame]

[There seemed to be two conversations happening simultaneously; words flowing in one direction from the Beast were picked up and tilted around until they were nothing like his intention. Annoying, to say the least, but the creature made this note with no malice--with nothing more than the same distant acceptance he treated every other part of the world around him.  .]

You misunderstand, stranger. I will take no part in your burial--I do not take life.

     I give it.

Does the acorn fear its return to the soil?

[He knew ones like Steven. A facade of aloofness and poise, but under the surface a child mindlessly seeking attention, affirmation, acceptance, no matter the consequence. The Beast could work with that.]

[wiirts-blog]

I… Well, fine. But it isn’t my sock.

[lanternflame]

So you  s a y.

[wiirts-blog]

There’s… nothing wrong with the socks, it’s. Uh. You. … How do you even know what a sock is?

[lanternflame]

...Never mind that. Claim the sock.