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Forwarded from Fateful Bond: String of Scarvaine.
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( FORTUNE : MET. ) 1990
AS THE STRINGS ATTACHED BECOMING ONE, MEETING ANOTHER, AND DEFINE PERFECTION.
ENRAPTURING COUNTENANCED SACRIFICE WHICH MET IN REVIVING OOMPH, TO ACCOMODATE DIVERSENESS. “What… Is ‘this red-string…?” / Sumptuousness in conscious outpouring arches, to the sorcery that created leash to a traveling home. Strings lingers in my finger, within psyche of fortune which highlights the home. Felt, euphoric in sequences. What such panaroma icadescence felt, meeting the visual idyllc of soulmates. The devoting Scarvaine!
(ON SEEK FOR: FAMILIES-SIBLINGSHOOD)
CONCLUDING SUCH O’HEARTED….
∴ HANDS, AS IN OLDEST (1997-2001)
∴ TORSO, AS IN MIDDLE (2002–2005)
HEADLY, STRINGS-HOLDS-US!
YOU DELIGHT TO BE WITH US
@SCARVAINEBOT STRING YOU: COME.
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( FORTUNE : MET. ) 1990
AS THE STRINGS ATTACHED BECOMING ONE, MEETING ANOTHER, AND DEFINE PERFECTION.
ENRAPTURING COUNTENANCED SACRIFICE WHICH MET IN REVIVING OOMPH, TO ACCOMODATE DIVERSENESS. “What… Is ‘this red-string…?” / Sumptuousness in conscious outpouring arches, to the sorcery that created leash to a traveling home. Strings lingers in my finger, within psyche of fortune which highlights the home. Felt, euphoric in sequences. What such panaroma icadescence felt, meeting the visual idyllc of soulmates. The devoting Scarvaine!
(ON SEEK FOR: FAMILIES-SIBLINGSHOOD)
CONCLUDING SUCH O’HEARTED….
∴ HANDS, AS IN OLDEST (1997-2001)
∴ TORSO, AS IN MIDDLE (2002–2005)
Dearly #SCARLINES throughout our journey found us in stringed, it is may—or may not be bewitched to a fate amongst us. My name, (YOUR NAME) by sole in age of (LINE BIRTH) found ways toward a home: as faces of mine (MUSE) has powerful guide to Scarvaine’s territory.
HEADLY, STRINGS-HOLDS-US!
YOU DELIGHT TO BE WITH US
@SCARVAINEBOT STRING YOU: COME.
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Forwarded from Wohlgelaunt, Die Schouvert.
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Guten Tag, Schouvies! After what felt like a long time, we, Die Schouverts, are calling out for those who are currently familyless and are searching for a family to reside in! Our home has been awkwardly silent for the past few months, thus we’re searching for people who are able to make it more lively with their presence. Fret not, we do use the ordal system or insiders pass for our family as well. We appreciate those who are lively, talkative, and can contribute well.
So, for those who feel like they meet our criteria, especially:
• Sons and Daughters (2000-2010), or
• Uncles and Aunties (1993-1999),
please feel free to contact our robot, @SchouvertRobot, for further information and assistance. However, before registering, do check our list of taken muses to ensure your slot. ♥️
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Guten Tag, Schouvies! After what felt like a long time, we, Die Schouverts, are calling out for those who are currently familyless and are searching for a family to reside in! Our home has been awkwardly silent for the past few months, thus we’re searching for people who are able to make it more lively with their presence. Fret not, we do use the ordal system or insiders pass for our family as well. We appreciate those who are lively, talkative, and can contribute well.
So, for those who feel like they meet our criteria, especially:
• Sons and Daughters (2000-2010), or
• Uncles and Aunties (1993-1999),
please feel free to contact our robot, @SchouvertRobot, for further information and assistance. However, before registering, do check our list of taken muses to ensure your slot. ♥️
[A Side Note:
Schouvert acts as a bilingual family and those who engulf negative things like being siders, cepuan, etc, please refrain from contacting our auxiliary.]
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Bewohner Schouvert.
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ⓘ .. ──────── Within the umarmung of the forest’s ancient boughs, where whispers of the wind weave tales of alt, there exists a realm where dunkelheit and licht converge. Here, amidst nature’s pracht, our family finds solace und kinship, bound…
ⓘ .. ──────── Within the umarmung of the forest’s ancient boughs, where whispers of the wind weave tales of alt, there exists a realm where dunkelheit and licht converge. Here, amidst nature’s pracht, our family finds solace und kinship, bound…
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