#teethearted

This dark is killing us slow When you turn another light off Have we torn this place apart? Hold hands, we walk a tightrope Up high where no one else could go And here we are alone (x)

send 🌼 and i'll recommend a blog with beautiful writing

@perditus

the way i am SUCH a flowers fan should be studied. all of their muses have their own unique voice and style, like you can tell who they're writing from the way a thread reads, the vocabulary, the way they speak and what they notice/point out/focus on in a scene. also love it when they yap in a thread cause you just know they've got some good shit to say

@teethearted

absolutely love a good soft-seeming muse that's actually very much Not That asdkjhas Bunny is beautiful and sharp and i love to see it. shelle's writing is just so evocative and interesting, the kind that really paints a picture when you read it

@ischaron

hi i'm squeezing rian in my arms and twirling him around because the way i absolutely adore this cowboy reaper man !!! fork's writing is genuinely such a thematic homerun. every reply i read inevitably there's a line that just makes me go OHMYGOD YOU JUST DID THAT!! like just grabs me by the throat in the best way

@torntruth

there's such a rhythmic flow to aphelion's threads. like they're so good at the composition in writing, word choice and sentence length, structure, etc. coming together to make something that's almost musical. her formatting really helps to push it that little extra bit too

@freakarus

listen if i'm not yelling bestie's praises every 5 seconds i WILL explode so. here we are

soapy is an absolute legend in my head. she has such an amazing grasp on eddie and her writing is incredible. it truly pulls my into the world that she's describing, sits me right down in the middle of the scene and holds my head to make sure i don't miss a thing

She's   stirred,   moved   —   to  look  up  from  her  glass  of  watered  down  brandy  and  toward  the  creature  that  addresses  her  now  with  blazing  eyes  and  a  cat's  tongue.    Donna's head tilts in brief attention,   and such spit-fire words draw the subtlest of responses from the creature   —   a vague flutter of her lashes,   her  lovely  head  tilting  to  rest  against  her  palm.   The hotel bar was turning out to be the last place she should have been spending her Tuesday night at.

   ❛   Oh?  ❛   Wine-red  mouth  purses  at  the  corners.   For a moment, something close to remorse might breathe life into her black eyes.   It's difficult to tell.  In another beat,   it's already gone.

She wants to cut Velvet Nocturne open and see where the blue starts.

Cut through the veil to see if it’s a biochemical tether, the way Vera’s own obsessions ran through gristle and dreams. Vera has warmed to her like the sun on tar— impossible not to, painful too, but in the way that keeps her alive. Her fascination a carbon burning, its pyre built out of the resinous moments spent shadowing the other woman through afterlives and alleys.

「 STARTER CALL : @teethearted 」

❝ Hello, pretty little Bunny. ❞ The trickster's voice is a soft giggle on the wind. The only visual indicator of his presence for a moment after is a violet shimmer, iridescent and ethereal. But then there's a pop! and a spark of light, smoke swirling out into the shape of a figure before he materializes into physical form. Dark eyes flutters and he dusts himself off before he smiles at Bunny.

❝ Happy love day, ❞ he coos as he flourishes one hand, summoning a glittering bouquet of florals to offer as he bows low. After a moment he tilts his head, coquettishly peers up at her through a veil of dark hair. ❝ Think this could get me anything out of your lovely collection? ❞