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Forwarded from Le Chantier Mills : Maison des Échos.
HAVE YOU HEARD? THEY SAY A GATE HAS BEGUN TO OPEN. DO YOU HEAR IT CALLING?
No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
Hello, Mills! My name is (MUSE), born in (…), and I feel drawn toward a home I have not seen, yet somehow know.The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
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Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
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ㅤㅤ UNDISTURBED AS THE UNWAVERING BOULDER,
ㅤㅤnow as mirthful laughter / now as somber farewell—
The hearthfire burned with vigor, its gentle warmth pervading the room glowed on the children's faces, lighting up their innocent, unaffected smiles. (1980 TILL 2009)
ㅤ❛❛ In the end, a child must grow up,
ㅤㅤand they must surpass their
ㅤㅤparents. Only thus may a family
ㅤㅤflourish. I (Father.) look forward
ㅤㅤto hear what 'family' means.🫀 ❜❜
ㅤㅤㅤBefore long, the fire had faded and the house was completely still, illuminated only by a lone beam of moonlight slipping through a break in the curtains and falling across a cup of slowly cooling tea. The one principle she demanded above all was loyalty—any treachery was met with a sentence of death. 𓇢☾࿐࣪
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14th March 2026.
ㅤㅤ UNDISTURBED AS THE UNWAVERING BOULDER,
ㅤㅤnow as mirthful laughter / now as somber farewell—
The hearthfire burned with vigor, its gentle warmth pervading the room glowed on the children's faces, lighting up their innocent, unaffected smiles. (1980 TILL 2009)
ㅤ❛❛ In the end, a child must grow up,
ㅤㅤand they must surpass their
ㅤㅤparents. Only thus may a family
ㅤㅤflourish. I (Father.) look forward
ㅤㅤto hear what 'family' means.🫀 ❜❜
May The Tsaritsa Bless You.
My comrade, 'tis I, (YOUR NAME), alias (YOUR MUSE + YOUR LINE) has retrieved from our duty in Liyue.
ㅤㅤMessage Sent From: @IgnarevsMailBot.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore long, the fire had faded and the house was completely still, illuminated only by a lone beam of moonlight slipping through a break in the curtains and falling across a cup of slowly cooling tea. The one principle she demanded above all was loyalty—any treachery was met with a sentence of death. 𓇢☾࿐࣪
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14th March 2026.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! 🐇
1902 / IT'S CARROT CONFETTI HONOUR OF YOUR JOYOUS OCCASION.
The bunny scotch has bent down ears perked, waistcoat slightly crooked and yes, i see you! Happy celebration to you! Much like Peter Rabbit slipping past the hedgerows (with Flopsy and Mopsy trying ever so properly to follow), we have gathered our brightest thoughts and tucked them carefully into this celebration do mind the crumbs, and oh dear, let us hope no gardener is watching.
Bringing a cup of tea, chipping down the sweets, sugar dust upon our paws, we shall quite forget the tick of the clock whenever you are here, for joy thumps louder than time itself. Hereby, to you, the ones sharing this teacup moment with us: @TheWilkins and @Roesjad. May your days be lively as a meadow dash and your heart always safe within our little burrow.
With paws full of affection,
Tale of @Mondcroft
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! 🐇
1902 / IT'S CARROT CONFETTI HONOUR OF YOUR JOYOUS OCCASION.
The bunny scotch has bent down ears perked, waistcoat slightly crooked and yes, i see you! Happy celebration to you! Much like Peter Rabbit slipping past the hedgerows (with Flopsy and Mopsy trying ever so properly to follow), we have gathered our brightest thoughts and tucked them carefully into this celebration do mind the crumbs, and oh dear, let us hope no gardener is watching.
Bringing a cup of tea, chipping down the sweets, sugar dust upon our paws, we shall quite forget the tick of the clock whenever you are here, for joy thumps louder than time itself. Hereby, to you, the ones sharing this teacup moment with us: @TheWilkins and @Roesjad. May your days be lively as a meadow dash and your heart always safe within our little burrow.
With paws full of affection,
Tale of @Mondcroft
❤2
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Forwarded from Casa De Diaz "Legacy In The Dark"
A fun and cheerful day spent together with our neighborhood crew. 🎮 🍽 Today, Neighbors gathered for an exciting arcade and food outing. Everyone had their own “role” during the activity, making the day even more entertaining. Runeshard's Jaehyun, Meirhärt's Carmen, and Duisterg's Jongho became the arcade masters. Courthlace's Wonyoung, Etherhail's Karina, Lachers's Jihoon, Bloometh's Hanjin and Grachter's Soobin turned into the claw machine hunters. Steinwalds's Jooyeon, Ostendl's Anton, Hefflins's Sui and Diaz's Carmen were the competitive gamers, challenging everyone who walked by. Meanwhile, Diaz's Giselle, Dominguez's Sarang, Mondcroft's Karina and Scalden's Sullyoon became the photo documenters, capturing every funny moment during the games. Lorth's Yunah and Luevine's Jeno, Berthouven's Giselle acted as the cheerleaders, loudly supporting whoever was playing. When it was time to eat, the roles changed. Mertzlan's Dohoon, Halton's Jihoon, Sveic's Bahiyyih and Ellsword's Leesol, Mirthwood's Dohoon quickly became the food hunters, making sure everyone had something to eat. Volkovich's Gawon, Wyrmharrow's Soobin, Wheils's Huang Yi and Courthlace's Yoonseo were the snack lovers, happily trying different foods on the table. Eldraeth's Sungchan, Runeshard's Sunghoon were the storytellers, sharing funny experiences from the arcade games. And of course, the rest of the crew joined in as the official enjoyers of the day, making the gathering lively and full of laughter. This day bringing their own energy and personality, the day was filled with games, food, jokes, and unforgettable memories together as neighbors and friends. 🏅 🏆
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🥰9🍓7🆒4❤3🕊3💘2🦄2
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WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! 🐇
1902 / IT'S CARROT CONFETTI HONOUR OF YOUR JOYOUS OCCASION.
The bunny scotch has bent down ears perked, waistcoat slightly crooked and yes, i see you! Happy celebration to you! Much like Peter Rabbit slipping past the hedgerows (with Flopsy and Mopsy trying ever so properly to follow), we have gathered our brightest thoughts and tucked them carefully into this celebration do mind the crumbs, and oh dear, let us hope no gardener is watching.
Bringing a cup of tea, chipping down the sweets, sugar dust upon our paws, we shall quite forget the tick of the clock whenever you are here, for joy thumps louder than time itself. Hereby, to you, the ones sharing this teacup moment with us: @Rocheveil, @TheSchroder and @PoshMagz. May your days be lively as a meadow dash and your heart always safe within our little burrow.
With paws full of affection,
Tale of @Mondcroft
WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! 🐇
1902 / IT'S CARROT CONFETTI HONOUR OF YOUR JOYOUS OCCASION.
The bunny scotch has bent down ears perked, waistcoat slightly crooked and yes, i see you! Happy celebration to you! Much like Peter Rabbit slipping past the hedgerows (with Flopsy and Mopsy trying ever so properly to follow), we have gathered our brightest thoughts and tucked them carefully into this celebration do mind the crumbs, and oh dear, let us hope no gardener is watching.
Bringing a cup of tea, chipping down the sweets, sugar dust upon our paws, we shall quite forget the tick of the clock whenever you are here, for joy thumps louder than time itself. Hereby, to you, the ones sharing this teacup moment with us: @Rocheveil, @TheSchroder and @PoshMagz. May your days be lively as a meadow dash and your heart always safe within our little burrow.
With paws full of affection,
Tale of @Mondcroft
❤3
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Forwarded from 𑣲 🐈⬛️ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟎𝟎.𝟒𝟑 ₊˚◌ LUNAR PHASE 𝒐𝒇 TIKE LUNELIA 𝅦 ۪ ࣪
ㅤㅤ the 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 meets the 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥
🪽🐈⬛️𓏲 ๋࣭ two worlds mixed together
the chime hangs in the clammy squall. stitching the inaction to the cumbersome fragrance of crushed peonies and damp universe ࣪ ˖ 𓂋
arguing with
thus angel
house of
the nocturne
🪽🐈⬛️𓏲 ๋࣭ two worlds mixed together
the chime hangs in the clammy squall. stitching the inaction to the cumbersome fragrance of crushed peonies and damp universe ࣪ ˖ 𓂋
arguing with
thus angel
house of
the nocturne
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Forwarded from Chronicles of Heisenbërg : Rider of the Northwind.