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heartclutter.bsky.social
🍰 guys i gotta say it's not looking too good for her either... #heartstutter
December 15, 2024 at 5:21 AM
heartclutter.bsky.social
hey guys. so. um. update, 🐟... #heartstutter
November 27, 2024 at 2:58 AM
heartclutter.bsky.social
🍰 i also wrote some stuff about velvet's pokéteam(s)!! (you can read the plaintext version here!) #heartstutter
November 24, 2025 at 7:35 AM
heartclutter.bsky.social
🍓🍰 finally put together velvet's voice claims~ in EN, KR, JP, and as a bonus, its singing voice! you can find it all in the link below! #heartstutter #oc
🍓🍰 velvet voice claims!
YouTube video by heartmush
youtube.com
January 6, 2025 at 9:22 PM
heartclutter.bsky.social
🪻on foxglove.
#oc, #heartstutter
If Velvet is flesh, Foxglove is bone. The end of all things. A self-made hound, one whose smile never reaches its eyes. Every dog knows how to beg, but very few know how to take— what to take, and what to do with their spoils. Foxglove is no such dog; she holds her own leash. Her father does not love her. She understands from the moment he leads her into the woods, back as wide as the shadow that stretches before them. This is a test. He will leave her, and then he will watch. Foxglove loosens her grip, eyes the forest, and reaches for what she can. She will survive. She must survive, and he is in the way. But she bides her time. She sharpens her teeth. Foxglove's violence is swift and delicate. A child should not hold such grace, but Foxglove discards what she doesn't need, hollows out her heart. All for the sake of this day, ten years from the silent night and the darkened snow. She knows now how to quiet her footsteps, how to strike in a way most deadly. The knife cuts like water, smooth and undeterred. A perfect finish. She doesn't bother remembering his face. — When the truth of The Manor is revealed, she wastes no time in finding the candles, cutting the chandelier, oil on the floor, wreathing the haunt in smoke and flame. A fire consumes the house that night, and Foxglove sits in the parlor, undisturbed. She sips her tea. She swallows peacefully.
December 30, 2024 at 10:58 PM
heartclutter.bsky.social
a little more about morae...
🌻【 #oc, #heartclutter, #heartstutter 】
shes just like... hm. not really a person on her own. just a tether or something equivalent to the "atmosphere" than a real person, or at least that's how she views herself. in her mind, her actions don't really matter because anyone could take her place, do the same thing, be the same "glue" that holds things together. she's replaceable so she's afraid of rejection or being locked out, because she won't belong anywhere anymore. she'll just be floating in the void. so she can't show any favor towards anyone no matter her personal feelings— guseul being the exception because a "sister" is something no one would question having more affection for. so in a way, even her affection for guseul is forced (although some of it isn't. some of it is her forcing herself to only pay attention to guseul— that's why she takes all the abuse and harsh words— they're already acting the place of a "family"). she's a face in the crowd, and her presence is so thin that the sun will shine right through her
October 25, 2024 at 7:16 AM
heartclutter.bsky.social
🐟 little excerpt from a character interaction with a friend's oc... #heartstutter
When Guseul is in middle school, girls whispered her name in the halls. It's that girl. The "artist". Artist in quotes. Always by herself. Snickering between slightly parted fingers; they want her to know they're talking about her. She thinks she's better than everyone else. Guseul skulks in the back of classrooms, her gaze doling judgement onto the masses. She keeps her mouth shut. If she responds, she'll be admitting she cares. She lets her fists do the talking. Lee-rin's shove cracks open a space inside her ribcage, on the underside of her heart. Static dances across her knuckles. Her lips press together into a thin line, tightly wound against the chapped surface she bites at when she holds herself back. He doesn't know what he's talking about. He's talking out of his ass, trying to get a rise out of her. Guseul already knows this. She remembers it well. Yet still, something viscous begins to flow, hot and cold all at once. Foul. What can she say? What can she even say? Shut up, fuck off. You're an idiot. He'll find satisfaction in her response no matter what. Boys like Lee-rin delight in her anger more than anyone. They think she's weak. She is not weak. It takes only a second for Guseul's palms to ram into the center of Rin's chest. There's no intent behind the action, it's a blip in her consciousness. Muscle reflex. Her lungs are burning. She doesn't measure her strength. She is not weak. "What would you know!?" The viscous hot-and-cold thing coats the underbelly of her words.
November 21, 2024 at 5:17 AM