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𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✼ 𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.
Not empty, not cold—ㅤㅤbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toㅤㅤcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleㅤof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ㅤㅤㅤ I find myself longing —
not for a place, but forㅤ people. For voices that
greet with care. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For hands that stay.
For a family that feels
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike shelter. This letter is
ㅤㅤㅤ for you, who might
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤknows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Who has space in their heart to become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤsomething to someone. We are in search
ㅤㅤㅤ of a family — not perfect, but present. One
ㅤㅤㅤ that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤoften. A place where roles are more than
ㅤㅤㅤㅤnames, through days both easy and hard.
If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.
Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection— not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ May
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍁 autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✼ 𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.
Not empty, not cold—ㅤㅤbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toㅤㅤcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleㅤof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ㅤㅤㅤ I find myself longing —
not for a place, but forㅤ people. For voices that
greet with care. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For hands that stay.
For a family that feels
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike shelter. This letter is
ㅤㅤㅤ for you, who might
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤknows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Who has space in their heart to become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤsomething to someone. We are in search
ㅤㅤㅤ of a family — not perfect, but present. One
ㅤㅤㅤ that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤoften. A place where roles are more than
ㅤㅤㅤㅤnames, through days both easy and hard.
If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.
Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection— not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ May
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍁 autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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drop @. rmh kalian dongg, wony mau keliling nagih hutang
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Forwarded from House Of Dewmourne: Dance of the Lost Faeries
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ💮 (HANDS RISE TREMBLING IN THE DIM LIGHT)
ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅 Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong. ⊹ ˖ ˑᖗ
ㅤㅤloading… dewmourne.document.exe. 🪽
Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭
︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
⿻۬ ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list ◌⃘ bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you. ⊹ ˑ ░ 🎐
we treasure the grace of your arrival 👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅 Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong. ⊹ ˖ ˑᖗ
ㅤㅤloading… dewmourne.document.exe. 🪽
Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭
︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
⿻۬ ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list ◌⃘ bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you. ⊹ ˑ ░ 🎐
Hail, fair Dewmourne! Warmest greetings I dost send unto thee. Herewith cometh I, seeking to be numbered amongst thy kin as (Uncle, Aunty, Oldest, Middle, Youngest). Pray, permit me to make mine introduction, I am (Name + ID), who doth bear the visage of (Muse), born upon the line of (Line). I await thine answer to mine coming, and do give thee thanks for thy gracious heed.
we treasure the grace of your arrival 👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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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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Filed under: The Wendissle Dossier 🔍
Dispatch from the Wendissle Lineage
In every system—celestial or societal—there are anomalies. Fault lines. Patterns that tremble beneath the surface. The Wendissle Lineage has long operated where the rational meets the improbable, charting our course not by stars, but by calculation, instinct, and precision.
Our legacy is one of measured constancy: @TheEnverious, @DeCrowther, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheGeldart, @Kiiivory @StringOfScarvaine, & @Callogy, a society below forged not in spectacle, but in method. In a world governed by chaos masquerading as order, we serve as a quiet axis. We observe. We deduce. We remember. And in the remembering, we act.
Respectfully submitted,
The Wendissle Consortium
@OdWendissel
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Filed under: The Wendissle Dossier 🔍
Dispatch from the Wendissle Lineage
In every system—celestial or societal—there are anomalies. Fault lines. Patterns that tremble beneath the surface. The Wendissle Lineage has long operated where the rational meets the improbable, charting our course not by stars, but by calculation, instinct, and precision.
Our legacy is one of measured constancy: @TheEnverious, @DeCrowther, @DeBlancFamilie, @TheGeldart, @Kiiivory @StringOfScarvaine, & @Callogy, a society below forged not in spectacle, but in method. In a world governed by chaos masquerading as order, we serve as a quiet axis. We observe. We deduce. We remember. And in the remembering, we act.
Respectfully submitted,
The Wendissle Consortium
@OdWendissel
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🧚🏻♀ : Req bulol cp dong tapi panggilan nya Daddy
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selamat sore cwk terbaik yg paling aku kenal😸💘 ! lagi apa, udh mkan, udah mndi blm?, aku mau ngmng mksh udah mau jdi pacar ku ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა xixix maaf yya kalau selama ini aku nda bisa jadi yg terbaik buat kamu tapi aku usahain bakal jdi yg terbaik buat kamu xixixi, daddy kalau ada masalah cerita ke aku yya ! rc aku selalu terbuka lebar buat daddy, siapa tau kan aku bisa bantuin masalah nya, atau ngasih hug ke daddy, ya walau bukan pelukan rl sihh ૮₍ - ⤙ - ₎ა, tapi setidaknya daddy bisa lega kalau curhat tentang masalah daddy, I can always give you a hug At all times 😸💘
othe itu caja, inti na love you💘
૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა
/づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏💘💗💝💖💓💞
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The Wendissle Records: “A Secrets In Dusted Ink.”
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