Tonight began as a quiet, calculated escape, Lorth’s San and Greesacht’s Taesan slipping from the city's noise, was never meant to turn into a parade. The plan was simple: walk beneath sodium lights, speak little, disappear into the hush where even time forgets to move. But silence attracts the loud. Lorth’s Dohoon and Greesacht’s Eunchae begged to join, grins too knowing, steps too eager. San and Taesan exchanged one resigned look. Then came Lorth’s Dongmin and Greesacht’s Giselle, chips in hand, claiming “coincidence” like it wasn’t moon-scripted. So it became six.
They didn’t walk, they roamed. Past shuttered stores and flickering lampposts, ice cream at a neon stall with their flavors that made no sense. A graffiti-stained bench turned into their stage, Eunchae hummed, Dohoon danced, Giselle sketched, Dongmin and Taesan listened. While San stood steady. Half fond, half calculating. The kind of quiet that lets chaos bloom, just long enough to feel infinite, before morning took it all back.
They didn’t walk, they roamed. Past shuttered stores and flickering lampposts, ice cream at a neon stall with their flavors that made no sense. A graffiti-stained bench turned into their stage, Eunchae hummed, Dohoon danced, Giselle sketched, Dongmin and Taesan listened. While San stood steady. Half fond, half calculating. The kind of quiet that lets chaos bloom, just long enough to feel infinite, before morning took it all back.
⚡6❤5🔥4🥰4👏3💘3👍2😁2🎉2🎄2🆒2
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coba rate nyang aku
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Apa cuman aku. 🙈
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Aku calon mantu terbaik mama mu 🫣
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(SHIELDS THE FLAME.) ◆
A city ruled by an oppressive regime crushes the spirit of its people under a rigid hierarchy. Yet, in the shadows, a defiant movement emerges—one fueled by a relentless desire to uphold justice. This group becomes a formidable threat to the authorities, refusing to bow to their control, @TheWillems @SoigneSolace & @TheGalvorn.
Through acts of daring sabotage and the powerful spread of resistance messages in art and music, they ignite a spark of rebellion that cannot be silenced. 🫀
Even as local authorities hunt them with relentless determination, the group’s clever strategies and fearless actions push them closer to their 1st victory. United by courage, creativity, and solidarity, they refuse to waver. In the face of overwhelming odds, they continue to grow stronger, thriving as a beacon of hope and resilience in the fight for freedom.
Keeps the mirth alive, @RogueLorth.
1❤1👍1🔥1
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They walked sometime after the sun had fully climbed but before the world got too loud, Lorth’s San and Clardforge’s Dohoon, taking quiet steps across an open field that stretched wide with green. It wasn’t a planned route, more like a mutual decision to just move. The kind of walk that didn’t need much explanation, no rush, no pressure. The ground was soft beneath them, and the air felt clean enough to pause a thought or two. Birds were somewhere in the background, but nothing demanded attention. It was the type of morning that let silence sit comfortably between two people who didn’t need to fill it. San kept his focus ahead, steady as always, while Dohoon walked beside him with a calm that matched the hour. No distractions, no noise, just them, the grass, and the kind of peace you don’t get in the middle of a crowd.
1❤3👏3🎉3🥰2🕊2☃1👍1🔥1😁1🤩1🍓1
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Forwarded from Chronicles.
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YOU THOUGHT IT WAS EMPTY, BUT THE WALLS HAVE BEEN WATCHING SINCE THE FIRST SCREAM.
1ST OPEN GATE—THEY'RE WAITING!
ㅤㅤㅤ We Hear What The Walls Whisper
ㅤㅤㅤ When The Clocks Strike 3:33 AM!
(...and the shadows begin to crawl toward your bed.)
The air crystallizes in your throat like swallowed glass. The mirror fogs with your panicked breath —yet the reflection keeps breathing long after you've stopped.
ㅤ IN THE DARKNESS YOU FEEL.
ㅤ Don't Let Them See You Blink.
We extend a bloodstained invitation to all wayward spirits seeking refuge within The Chronicles. Here, we document the unspeakable; the echoes of those who walked too far into the dark and never returned.
WARNING: CONSULT THE SHADOW REGISTRY BEFORE APPLICATION.
To complete your damnation, transmit this cursed document via: @TheParanormsBot
ㅤ
YOU THOUGHT IT WAS EMPTY, BUT THE WALLS HAVE BEEN WATCHING SINCE THE FIRST SCREAM.
1ST OPEN GATE—THEY'RE WAITING!
ㅤㅤㅤ We Hear What The Walls Whisper
ㅤㅤㅤ When The Clocks Strike 3:33 AM!
(...and the shadows begin to crawl toward your bed.)
The air crystallizes in your throat like swallowed glass. The mirror fogs with your panicked breath —yet the reflection keeps breathing long after you've stopped.
ㅤ IN THE DARKNESS YOU FEEL.
ㅤ Don't Let Them See You Blink.
We extend a bloodstained invitation to all wayward spirits seeking refuge within The Chronicles. Here, we document the unspeakable; the echoes of those who walked too far into the dark and never returned.
WARNING: CONSULT THE SHADOW REGISTRY BEFORE APPLICATION.
I, (Full Name), bearer of (Muse + years), known in the Void as (Username), do hereby surrender my essence to the hungry pages of the Chronicles!To complete your damnation, transmit this cursed document via: @TheParanormsBot
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(SHIELDS THE FLAME.) ◆
A city ruled by an oppressive regime crushes the spirit of its people under a rigid hierarchy. Yet, in the shadows, a defiant movement emerges—one fueled by a relentless desire to uphold justice. This group becomes a formidable threat to the authorities, refusing to bow to their control, @Wraitheight @TheRuneshard @TheStahlbaum @LeClives @HeirsOfMoriarty & @Clardforge.
Through acts of daring sabotage and the powerful spread of resistance messages in art and music, they ignite a spark of rebellion that cannot be silenced. 🫀
Even as local authorities hunt them with relentless determination, the group’s clever strategies and fearless actions push them closer to their 1st victory. United by courage, creativity, and solidarity, they refuse to waver. In the face of overwhelming odds, they continue to grow stronger, thriving as a beacon of hope and resilience in the fight for freedom.
Keeps the mirth alive, @RogueLorth.
❤1
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