Forwarded from Canticle of Heaven's Paradox: Hjërt.
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Canticle of Heaven's Paradox: Hjërt.
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Even If The Last Belief Floats To
The Demeter’s Mercy, They Would
BEG AND GROVEL. \ 🦷
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Even If The Last Belief Floats To
The Demeter’s Mercy, They Would
BEG AND GROVEL. \ 🦷
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(HFW) Thursday night and our holy candle is lit, dinner time is here. Oh, We plea for our family seats to be filled. In our dine, with your portion of pity and something holy, mayhaps knife to perish. We sought for hands to tied and bound in same pieces, to heal the ill-fated we born within. Thereby, would you plea to trace your corpse to linger in our newest tale later? If you insist, crawl and begin from the first phase we could carry,
Place your holy name under our dining table, @HjertsBot. Cautious for the taken seat? And by then, we will wait. We will.
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(HFW) Thursday night and our holy candle is lit, dinner time is here. Oh, We plea for our family seats to be filled. In our dine, with your portion of pity and something holy, mayhaps knife to perish. We sought for hands to tied and bound in same pieces, to heal the ill-fated we born within. Thereby, would you plea to trace your corpse to linger in our newest tale later? If you insist, crawl and begin from the first phase we could carry,
Hail 'O Hjert! Feather caught in my palm. I, (your name, @ username) under the wings carried by your muse (year), must think it's fate to be one of your family. Lock my call if you let me.
Place your holy name under our dining table, @HjertsBot. Cautious for the taken seat? And by then, we will wait. We will.
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Forwarded from MONSTAESAN: Meant to be a Monsta.
We are not folklore. We are the wound that never closed. We are not myth—we are marrow made manifest, sinew sanctified by decay.
We are not a group. We are a contagion. Our breath tastes of oxidized iron; our verses are composed in the rattle of chains and the soft rupture of flesh.
Now, the earth convulses again. The concrete splinters. The sigils burn anew.
MONSTAESAN :: OPEN GATE!
We are summoning aberrations, not admirers. Fractured minds. Splintered souls. The kind of kin who smile at static, who dance in the hum of rot, who feel most alive when everything is unraveling.
Greetings! I’m (name & username). I’m genuinely interested in becoming a part of @Monstaesan and I’m committed to going through the entire selection process. Thank you for your consideration!
Send your format to @Monstaesanbot.
Then you are no stranger here. You are overdue. The threshold weeps. The nest writhes. And the maw is wide open.
Enter. Assimilate. Become Monstaesan.
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Forwarded from Wyrmharrow; The Aureate Affliction of the Lunar Scion.
sunday afternoon with me wyrmharrow’s kya and swift’s ian! ♥️ we came to the baseball game just to watch, but somehow ended up trying the first pitch too hahaha 🤣 took some pics with the mascot, ian said it looks exactly like “tungtungsahur sahur”...? it was such a fun afternoon, full of laughs, baseball cheers, and random jokes. what about you, howlies and wifies? what did you do this afternoon? 💫
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Good morning, ohayou gozaimasu, selamat pagi, gutten morgan. 💐🌷🌹🌸🌕☘🍀 (ngikutin yang atas)
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