Hai please, i know i'm so attractive and eye-catching banget but please, stop kejar kejar gua ya? gua.. huft gua gak sanggup lu ngejar ngejat gua terus.. i know gua sangat keren dan kelihatan berwibawa banget dan ganteng banget sampai lu naksir, but please udah ya? nanti lu antri dulu buat dapat tanda tangan gua.. you know.. jadi idol itu gak semudah itu.
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minggir mounies yuha mau jj
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BENEATH THE HUSH OF EVERGREEN GLADES AND DUSKED PETALS OF FORGOTTEN SPELLS.
MYTH. / MOURN. / MEMORY.
(03, for the Wishes) 🪽 ્᭄ ˖ ॱ
In the midst of the violet-hued canopy, where once-forgotten wings brush the dusk, lies a cradle of reveries. Place where myths breathe again, and lost names return in shimmered echo. Season graced in thunderous heartbeat of unity. Through realms bound by trust and star-forged vows, the ache of mourning turns to melody.
Family reborn constellation, keepsake a moment threaded in gentle rebellion: @TheStahlbaum, @Clardforge, @TheRuneshard, @HouseWellington, @VowOfFrost &. @TheCaintje. May your wings mend and soar in eternity’s favor, in bonds unbroken and skies unclouded forevermore.
Where fairies slumber,
@Dewmourne bleed stardust.
BENEATH THE HUSH OF EVERGREEN GLADES AND DUSKED PETALS OF FORGOTTEN SPELLS.
MYTH. / MOURN. / MEMORY.
(03, for the Wishes) 🪽 ્᭄ ˖ ॱ
In the midst of the violet-hued canopy, where once-forgotten wings brush the dusk, lies a cradle of reveries. Place where myths breathe again, and lost names return in shimmered echo. Season graced in thunderous heartbeat of unity. Through realms bound by trust and star-forged vows, the ache of mourning turns to melody.
Family reborn constellation, keepsake a moment threaded in gentle rebellion: @TheStahlbaum, @Clardforge, @TheRuneshard, @HouseWellington, @VowOfFrost &. @TheCaintje. May your wings mend and soar in eternity’s favor, in bonds unbroken and skies unclouded forevermore.
Where fairies slumber,
@Dewmourne bleed stardust.
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Forwarded from Kernel of Kismet, NYX.
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@HeirofNyx OPEN THE GATE. ༒︎
Born beneath the hush of primordial night, we arrive as fragments of unseen constellations. New to this dominion, yet drawn to the warmth of a guiding presence: THE MOTHER WHO RECORDS ALL NAMES. Here, curiosity is not lost but gathered. Every question becomes an offering, every voice a testimony written into the eternal ledger of Nyx.
This is not mere gathering—it is a sacred passage. A return to the cradle of origin, where darkness does not signify absence, but becomes a gentle sanctuary that embraces all who are lost. THUS, BY NYX’S WILL, ALL CHILDREN ARE WOVEN INTO ETERNAL NIGHT.
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WONDERING “ALL TO MOM”
I STILL NEED: SPELLING ROAD.@HeirofNyx OPEN THE GATE. ༒︎
Born beneath the hush of primordial night, we arrive as fragments of unseen constellations. New to this dominion, yet drawn to the warmth of a guiding presence: THE MOTHER WHO RECORDS ALL NAMES. Here, curiosity is not lost but gathered. Every question becomes an offering, every voice a testimony written into the eternal ledger of Nyx.
ㅤ
ㅤGATHERING THE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCHILDREN OF NYX
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ㅤㅤ1999 – 2003: ELDEST
ㅤㅤ2004 – 2007: MIDDLES
ㅤㅤ2008 – 2010: YOUNGEST
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This is not mere gathering—it is a sacred passage. A return to the cradle of origin, where darkness does not signify absence, but becomes a gentle sanctuary that embraces all who are lost. THUS, BY NYX’S WILL, ALL CHILDREN ARE WOVEN INTO ETERNAL NIGHT.
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Forwarded from SVEIC: PULSE OF THE BOROUGH.
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📁.DRAFT: Quiet corner gave rise
to something steady: THE SVEIC. *
It wasn’t made to impress, just to exist. A spot that feels like home when the city rushes by too fast, where stories brush shoulders, some sticking around, some passing like graffiti on a wall that time can’t scrub away.
Certain corners await their rightful keepers: the Parents (’80–’94), the Uncles and Aunts (’95–’99), firm as the roadway that beareth the weight of years; the Eldest (’01–’03), bold enough to kindle connection; and the Youngest (’07–’10), bringing light where the night doth linger.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCLAIM YOUR SPOT!!
Scope the seats before you roll in, then drop your name to @sveicobot and stake your claim &. /⛐
ㅤㅤ MAY THE CITY’S HUM
ㅤㅤ LEAD YOU HOME.
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📁.DRAFT: Quiet corner gave rise
to something steady: THE SVEIC. *
It wasn’t made to impress, just to exist. A spot that feels like home when the city rushes by too fast, where stories brush shoulders, some sticking around, some passing like graffiti on a wall that time can’t scrub away.
Certain corners await their rightful keepers: the Parents (’80–’94), the Uncles and Aunts (’95–’99), firm as the roadway that beareth the weight of years; the Eldest (’01–’03), bold enough to kindle connection; and the Youngest (’07–’10), bringing light where the night doth linger.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCLAIM YOUR SPOT!!
Yo, Sveic! I’m (Name, Muse, Line, @Username). Steppin’ in to claim the spot as (Parents/Aunty Uncle/Eldest/Youngest). If this city’s rhythm matches mine, then maybe this is where I’m meant to stay.Scope the seats before you roll in, then drop your name to @sveicobot and stake your claim &. /⛐
ㅤㅤ MAY THE CITY’S HUM
ㅤㅤ LEAD YOU HOME.
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hai mournies, kalian mau ga aku ajak jalan? 😌❤️
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Forwarded from The Danvery’s House.
The porch smells sweeter than usual today. Big Momma’s been in the kitchen since morning. Making more pies than usual—because somehow, the table feels like it can hold more people.
Our door is finally open for new faces to join!
Everything is in place, all you have to do is check the taken seats then complete the form below:
You may send it to
@DanveryBot.
The lights are on, the table is prepared, and the seats are waiting to be filled. All that’s missing now is you—to take your place in this home. So, what are you waiting for? Come home. ♥️
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Our door is finally open for new faces to join!
Everything is in place, all you have to do is check the taken seats then complete the form below:
Greetings! The smell of Big Momma’s pie led me here. I’m [MUSE & USERNAME]. I’d like to toss my chance and become part of the family. If there’s a room, please let me know how to move forward from here. Thank you.
You may send it to
@DanveryBot.
The lights are on, the table is prepared, and the seats are waiting to be filled. All that’s missing now is you—to take your place in this home. So, what are you waiting for? Come home. ♥️
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BENEATH THE HUSH OF EVERGREEN GLADES AND DUSKED PETALS OF FORGOTTEN SPELLS.
MYTH. / MOURN. / MEMORY.
(04, for the Wishes) 🪽 ્᭄ ˖ ॱ
In the midst of the violet-hued canopy, where once-forgotten wings brush the dusk, lies a cradle of reveries. Place where myths breathe again, and lost names return in shimmered echo. Season graced in thunderous heartbeat of unity. Through realms bound by trust and star-forged vows, the ache of mourning turns to melody.
Family reborn constellation, keepsake a moment threaded in gentle rebellion: @TheNorbury, @TheEldraeth, @TheVentresca, @Grachter &. @Tyunthera. May your wings mend and soar in eternity’s favor, in bonds unbroken and skies unclouded forevermore.
Where fairies slumber,
@Dewmourne bleed stardust.
BENEATH THE HUSH OF EVERGREEN GLADES AND DUSKED PETALS OF FORGOTTEN SPELLS.
MYTH. / MOURN. / MEMORY.
(04, for the Wishes) 🪽 ્᭄ ˖ ॱ
In the midst of the violet-hued canopy, where once-forgotten wings brush the dusk, lies a cradle of reveries. Place where myths breathe again, and lost names return in shimmered echo. Season graced in thunderous heartbeat of unity. Through realms bound by trust and star-forged vows, the ache of mourning turns to melody.
Family reborn constellation, keepsake a moment threaded in gentle rebellion: @TheNorbury, @TheEldraeth, @TheVentresca, @Grachter &. @Tyunthera. May your wings mend and soar in eternity’s favor, in bonds unbroken and skies unclouded forevermore.
Where fairies slumber,
@Dewmourne bleed stardust.
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Forwarded from The Thimble Hearth Odyssey, House of Thimblëa.
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@HouseOfThimblea ㅤㅤㅤ
⏜⏜ 🐿🧺 ⏜⏜
The woods bloom quietly beneath
the silver sky, where tiny fairies drift between wildflowers and the warm
Every breeze carries forgotten wishes, every path leads toward a story waiting to be cherished. May the woodland breeze guide every wandering soul toward the warmth of a newfound family beneath the glowing cottage skies : GARDEN OF TAKEN SOULS. +99 @ThimbleasBot
THE FAIRYWIND HOME. 🦌🪽
• ELDER FIREFLIES. (1996-2001)
• DANDELION FOLK. (2002-2006)
• TINY BLOOMS. (2007-2010)
@HouseOfThimblea ㅤㅤㅤ
⏜⏜ 🐿🧺 ⏜⏜
The woods bloom quietly beneath
the silver sky, where tiny fairies drift between wildflowers and the warm
glow of cottage lanterns.Every breeze carries forgotten wishes, every path leads toward a story waiting to be cherished. May the woodland breeze guide every wandering soul toward the warmth of a newfound family beneath the glowing cottage skies : GARDEN OF TAKEN SOULS. +99 @ThimbleasBot
THE FAIRYWIND HOME. 🦌🪽
• ELDER FIREFLIES. (1996-2001)
• DANDELION FOLK. (2002-2006)
• TINY BLOOMS. (2007-2010)
Hello dear Thimblëa! I, (Name + Muse + ID), sincerely wish to become part of this woodland tale and walk alongside the fairies beneath the moonlit trees, born in (Line). May this little cottage become a sanctuary where memories bloom endlessly and every season leaves a trace of magic within our hearts.