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)
@teethearted

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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)
@teethearted
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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
TIME FOR SOME POSITIVITY! * send a symbol and i'll recommend my favorite rp blogs!
「 ⌖ 」 @teethearted / SECRET STARTER CALL.
BEING IN VETRHEIM IS FAR MORE PEACEFUL THAN THE REST OF NIFLHEIM. it doesn't send a chill down his spine, the feeling of being watched by shadows and darkness doesn't exist, at least not as heavily as it does outside of the palace. but there is still that air of coldness, of mystery, of magic. he gets the same impression from the woman before him, the heiress of the realm. “ is it always like this here? ” he asks, curious. “ the atmosphere, the weather. does it ever change? ”
@teethearted sent ❛ because it don’t matter in the end why you did any of it. I don’t fucking care why you did it. ❛
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 takes out a pack of cigarettes. Marlboro reds. She offers one casually. ❛ ... You're one of Abra's friends. I take it? ❛
@teethearted <3'd for a sapphic starter like three weeks ago!
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.
When Vera speaks, her words come out like they’re being siphoned by centrifugal force: awkward, overripe, tinged with bruised petals of longing that flake away the second they meet the air. “Julian said you were sloppy last week. I told him to fuck all the way off. You were beautiful.”
「 STARTER CALL : @teethearted 」
“ DON'T TOUCH THAT APPLE, ” the queen says the warning as she descends the steps in the castle's entrance hall. royalty shouldn't hurry but etiquette is thrown out of the window as she rushes to her friend, pulling varvara in for an embrace. together, they are like an eclipse. the sun and the moon. olympia, in her lightness, whereas varvara thrived in the dark. “ legend has it that it's poisoned. by touch alone, it can cause someone to disintegrate. ” it's why the very item is kept trapped in glass. it's kept in the castle to remind everyone the power that exists within the grounds. “ i'm so glad you're here. how was your travel? ”
@teethearted <3'd for a lil' thing:
"Hit don' matter none if the cold wind blows, I'm fixin' to be workin' in the thick f'it."
@teethearted REQUESTED A LOVE CONTRACT.
❝ 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? ❞