Forwarded from Home of Swift: Hymn-weaver of Times.
Swift’s Carmen with Courthlace’s Yuha, Greesacht’s Sarang, Leclair’s Stella, Stahlbaum’s Sungho, and Ostendl’s Shotaro. The night started at the market, jumping from one ride to another until our voices cracked, then slowing down over steaming bowls of ramyeon. By the fire, Leclair’s Stella kept dropping her marshmallow stick, Stahlbaum’s Sungho teased everyone nonstop, Greesacht’s Sarang laughed so hard she almost toppled the snacks, Ostendl’s Shotaro waved his marshmallow like a torch until it nearly caught fire, and Swift’s Carmen was the wildest of all — burning marshmallows back-to-back, forgetting lyrics, then suddenly shouting All Too Well at the top of her lungs. Courthlace’s Yuha tried to hold the fire steady but ended up laughing right along with the mess. A night loud, chaotic, and unforgettable.
🔥7❤4💘4🤩3🕊2👀2💅2🆒2🥰1
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(18th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @HouseOfLuthien, @RuhmerAhl, @Ellvius, @Ostendl and @TheEdurne who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(18th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @HouseOfLuthien, @RuhmerAhl, @Ellvius, @Ostendl and @TheEdurne who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
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Forwarded from The Tropical Trails: Soigné Famillie.
Drip? Deadly. Vibes? Unmatched. Heads were turnin’ like we were walkin’ the damn runway — Soigné's Heeseung, Ellvius's Heeseung, Edurne's Heeseung, Schmidt's Jay, Morvaine's Jungwon, Runeshard's Sunghoon, Greesacht's Sunghoon, and Soigné's Sunghoon pullin’ up like a boyband reunion. 🔥😎
Weekend plan; executed flawlessly. Mountains conquered. Oceans crossed. GPS? Confused — nothing could stop us. Landed at our basecamp, feasted like kings (big ups to Jay for footin’ the bill 💸). So fr tho… on a scale of 1 to “world domination,” how loud did we just pop off? 🌍💥
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Weekend plan; executed flawlessly. Mountains conquered. Oceans crossed. GPS? Confused — nothing could stop us. Landed at our basecamp, feasted like kings (big ups to Jay for footin’ the bill 💸). So fr tho… on a scale of 1 to “world domination,” how loud did we just pop off? 🌍💥
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🔥5❤🔥4😍4💯4❤2🤩2👀2🆒2
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Forwarded from Tale of Hathaway : A Waltz of Crowns
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃
ㅤㅤㅤ🌧️ 🌧️ 🌧️ 🌧️ 🕯 🌧️ 🌧️ 🌧️ 🌧️
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞.
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐄𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐦.
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Schadenfreude Saturnine Waltzed Innards The Prominence Scriptures Imparted Aeternum Elicited Juncture of Junoesque Mishpocha.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃
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ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞.
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐄𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐦.
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Munificence Lagniappe:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHathaway Famille. ⟡ Schadenfreude Saturnine Waltzed Innards The Prominence Scriptures Imparted Aeternum Elicited Juncture of Junoesque Mishpocha.
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Forwarded from The Wendissle Records: “A Secrets In Dusted Ink.”
🔎 OFFICIAL NEWSPAPER:
WENDISSLE, TO LONDON. 📰
Case Reference: WENDISSLE-RECRUIT-0525
From the Private Archives of House Wendissle
Location: Confidential. Network Secure.
Status: NEW RECRUITS REQUIRED.
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In a city draped in fog and veiled intent, where names carry weight and truth is seldom gentle, the House of Wendissle calls forth its next attitude of minds. Born not of title, but of precision and character, the lineage persists, measured, elusive, and unshaken. For what lies ahead demands more than curiosity; it requires clarity.
✣ The Crowned Aunts & Uncles (1994–1999)
✤ The Lineage of Future Tomorrow (2000–2010)
We investigate what others miss. We trace every anomaly in silence. Should you feel summoned calm, collected, and willing to step into a web of layered truths. Then submit your presence at @WendisselBot:
The files await. The door is ajar.
But only the true may pass.
Signed under seal,
The Chamber of Observers
@OdWendissel.
WENDISSLE, TO LONDON. 📰
Case Reference: WENDISSLE-RECRUIT-0525
From the Private Archives of House Wendissle
Location: Confidential. Network Secure.
Status: NEW RECRUITS REQUIRED.
──────────────
In a city draped in fog and veiled intent, where names carry weight and truth is seldom gentle, the House of Wendissle calls forth its next attitude of minds. Born not of title, but of precision and character, the lineage persists, measured, elusive, and unshaken. For what lies ahead demands more than curiosity; it requires clarity.
✣ The Crowned Aunts & Uncles (1994–1999)
✤ The Lineage of Future Tomorrow (2000–2010)
We investigate what others miss. We trace every anomaly in silence. Should you feel summoned calm, collected, and willing to step into a web of layered truths. Then submit your presence at @WendisselBot:
#DETECTIVE, herewith I, (your name), submit my rightful place within the Lineage, to stand among the annals of (AUNTS & UNCLES / CHILDREN), under the distinction of (your muse) whose chronicle first bore ink in the year (year of your muse). Let this serve as formal declaration that logic precedes legacy, and the figure chosen bears the merit of precision and presence.
The files await. The door is ajar.
But only the true may pass.
Signed under seal,
The Chamber of Observers
@OdWendissel.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(19th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @HouseOfEyre, and @Caldune who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(19th.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @HouseOfEyre, and @Caldune who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht