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Forwarded from Tales of The Winter Seasons: The Edurne Familie.
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearthโand to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
โง The Parental Hearth. (1980โ1991)
โง The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994โ1998)
โง The Lightbearers, Children. (2000โ2008)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trรคgt,
Edurne Familie.
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Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Thursday, the 18th of December, 2025.
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gentlyโธปโธปโธปโธปโธปโธป
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearthโand to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
โง The Parental Hearth. (1980โ1991)
โง The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994โ1998)
โง The Lightbearers, Children. (2000โ2008)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurneโs warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow.Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trรคgt,
Edurne Familie.
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Forwarded from the ellsword : mushrooms legacy!
hear the bliss chime of the warp-dash! to solemn passengers peering stars and cracks of dawn dreams: behold the ellsword, the village beyond the flagpoles and the clouds. ๐๐ฐ *:ยท.
๐ก the portals chirp again and come hither new cherish to hare through the brickwork skies and ochroid tunnels of sight. we are seek those who run toward clutter havoc with chitters and compile fondness similar to secluded stars, who finds alliance even in castles halve derelict.
confer parley the blueprint of invade lands prior sending your warpnote upon a ballet doux : ellsword.
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aim your coins chandelier
your pavement aisle pikes.
we bide for at the final flag
@theellsword โฅ๏ธ IN 8-BIT!
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๐ก the portals chirp again and come hither new cherish to hare through the brickwork skies and ochroid tunnels of sight. we are seek those who run toward clutter havoc with chitters and compile fondness similar to secluded stars, who finds alliance even in castles halve derelict.
ใ ค.. โ โนโ โ our crusade inquiry greeting hails these years of date: parents (1980-1995) auncles (1996-1998) eldest (1999-2002) and the middles (2003-2005) sort of heavens.
confer parley the blueprint of invade lands prior sending your warpnote upon a ballet doux : ellsword.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค
aim your coins chandelier
your pavement aisle pikes.
we bide for at the final flag
@theellsword โฅ๏ธ IN 8-BIT!
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค
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our christmas tree๐๐โค๏ธ golden, grounded, unbothered :p
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Forwarded from The Fast Lane: House of Foster.
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๐ ...BOUND BY ASPHALT (โ&.) OATH WITH SOULS CONVERGE INTO A NEW BLOODLINE... โงโงโง
Born beneath neon-lit streets and the thunder of untamed engines, this is not merely a race but a rite of passage. Steel hearts synchronize with the pulse of the city, drafting trust at impossible speeds.
ยซ ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ท๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐บ๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐บ, ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ยป
Stand By The Family Through Every Turn.
ใ คใ ค(๐ฃ.) THE DON, Eldest: 2000 - 2003.
ใ คใ ค(๐ฃ.) THE ENFORCER, Middle: 2004 - 2006.
ใ คใ ค(๐ฃ.) THE WILDCARD, Youngest: 2007 - 2010.
Revved Emotions: TAKEN LIST.
Built From Nothing, Bound By Greatness,
We ride Together, We Fight Together,
We Survive Together.
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This road welcomes the bold, the broken, and the becoming. As new members cross its threshold, they inherit more than speed, they inherit a legacy of chosen family, bound by asphalt, sealed by trust, and driven toward forever, go through @FosterRobot.
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๐ ...BOUND BY ASPHALT (โ&.) OATH WITH SOULS CONVERGE INTO A NEW BLOODLINE... โงโงโง
Born beneath neon-lit streets and the thunder of untamed engines, this is not merely a race but a rite of passage. Steel hearts synchronize with the pulse of the city, drafting trust at impossible speeds.
ยซ ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ท๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐บ๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐บ, ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ยป
Stand By The Family Through Every Turn.
ใ คใ ค(๐ฃ.) THE DON, Eldest: 2000 - 2003.
ใ คใ ค(๐ฃ.) THE ENFORCER, Middle: 2004 - 2006.
ใ คใ ค(๐ฃ.) THE WILDCARD, Youngest: 2007 - 2010.
Revved Emotions: TAKEN LIST.
Built From Nothing, Bound By Greatness,
We ride Together, We Fight Together,
We Survive Together.
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Greetings, Foster Family. I, (name & username), am ready to roll in and join. My muse, (muse), born in (birthline), is geared up to ride with the crewโnot just for the speed, but for the loyalty and family that define Foster.ใ ค
This road welcomes the bold, the broken, and the becoming. As new members cross its threshold, they inherit more than speed, they inherit a legacy of chosen family, bound by asphalt, sealed by trust, and driven toward forever, go through @FosterRobot.
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Forwarded from Family of Velthrone; The Conjurer's Ancestry
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๐ ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ-๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐จ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ถ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ.
ใ คใ ค ใ คVELTHRONE: CELESTIAL
ใ คใ ค ใ คใ คCHRISTMAS. ๐โ๏ธ
Avalanche has been descending for nights on end, shrouding eโry colonnade in a pall of luminous quietude. Crystalline jingling glides through arcades. The first-years, wide-eyed with wonder likely believe Saint Nicholas himself has crossed our skies; scattering douceur from his ethereal sleigh. They know not that such chiming belongs to the argent bells bound to owls who ferry their summons through wintertide.
The Velthrone flaunts its obsolete doorway to all who wish to engage within the splendor of Celestial Christmas on December 20. Missives shall find their way to cherished ones, each accompanied by offerings wrought to stir the most swathed recesses of heart. Conjured graces shall canonise eโry whim divulged into frost-bright air.
Dotingly bestowed upon augurers,
@TheVelthrone.
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๐ ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฆ-๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐จ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ถ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ.
ใ คใ ค ใ คVELTHRONE: CELESTIAL
ใ คใ ค ใ คใ คCHRISTMAS. ๐โ๏ธ
Avalanche has been descending for nights on end, shrouding eโry colonnade in a pall of luminous quietude. Crystalline jingling glides through arcades. The first-years, wide-eyed with wonder likely believe Saint Nicholas himself has crossed our skies; scattering douceur from his ethereal sleigh. They know not that such chiming belongs to the argent bells bound to owls who ferry their summons through wintertide.
The Velthrone flaunts its obsolete doorway to all who wish to engage within the splendor of Celestial Christmas on December 20. Missives shall find their way to cherished ones, each accompanied by offerings wrought to stir the most swathed recesses of heart. Conjured graces shall canonise eโry whim divulged into frost-bright air.
Dotingly bestowed upon augurers,
@TheVelthrone.
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