Forwarded from DREADSTRANGE: The Upside Down Chronicles.
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Calling 991 for an emergency from the black and red rift that formed between the labs, things got worse when something came out of its parallel archway. They, the professors call it the Upside Down, and Hawkins is no longer the town of young and sweet. These were strange things happening, supernatural occurrences that could only be handled by those with something special, with a number on their wrists, calling for 1998-2008 liners with no twins who could volunteer to fight those in the Upside Down, even if they were young and only seventeen, even Eleven was not even seventeen. The dark moments when the jukebox is tuned to the strains of jass and the wall clock that spins in the air and Vecna lurks in the background occupy the mind and only the music-listening angel can overcome them. Come on baby, come on darling @Dreadstrangebot steal some time to line up and make a deal with God, run along Vecna's endless narrow mind, at least we have Kate Bush as our angel saviour as long as we hold onto her, along with stranger things that give a little kisses.
✶✨ The air feels so different this summer, isn't it the perfect time to experience the weird and wonderful Upside Down? If not them then who else, control your mind with the music box as the real man plays guitar in the stormy Upside Down, he still does it until now at least until the cheer leader meets him.
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LOCATION: Hawkins' Laboratory.) / Calling 991 for an emergency from the black and red rift that formed between the labs, things got worse when something came out of its parallel archway. They, the professors call it the Upside Down, and Hawkins is no longer the town of young and sweet. These were strange things happening, supernatural occurrences that could only be handled by those with something special, with a number on their wrists, calling for 1998-2008 liners with no twins who could volunteer to fight those in the Upside Down, even if they were young and only seventeen, even Eleven was not even seventeen. The dark moments when the jukebox is tuned to the strains of jass and the wall clock that spins in the air and Vecna lurks in the background occupy the mind and only the music-listening angel can overcome them. Come on baby, come on darling @Dreadstrangebot steal some time to line up and make a deal with God, run along Vecna's endless narrow mind, at least we have Kate Bush as our angel saviour as long as we hold onto her, along with stranger things that give a little kisses.
With *Muse + Line* deciding to take the lab trial for Vecna's resistance, are there any other strange things that need to be tested before you accept me? Sincerely yours, *Name*.
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When fate unravels, the sands of Isfet rise, veiling the path. Yet a golden ember flickers, guiding the ka through Duat to Osiris' judgment. / December 24th 𓂀
The turning of the cycle has come, long awaited and unbroken. On this day, Ra’s light descends upon @ManorOfVermillion, @KasteelOfDuisterg, @Wisworden, @RogueLorth, @EternityOfIgnis, @Skateriez, @TorchOfPrimeaux, @Thedrazenc and @PinnacleNoire a testament to the unwavering order that stands against the black tides. Though chaos stirs and the abyss hungers, the firmament does not falter, for that which is written cannot be undone.
A prayer rises, not in plea, but as an offering upon the sacred balance. That which is endured in shadow is inscribed upon the eternal scrolls, bound in the breath of the unseen and carried forth beyond the veil.
THUS, IT IS SEALED IN THE
HALLS OF JUDGMENT.
BY THE HAND OF @RUHMERAHL.
The turning of the cycle has come, long awaited and unbroken. On this day, Ra’s light descends upon @ManorOfVermillion, @KasteelOfDuisterg, @Wisworden, @RogueLorth, @EternityOfIgnis, @Skateriez, @TorchOfPrimeaux, @Thedrazenc and @PinnacleNoire a testament to the unwavering order that stands against the black tides. Though chaos stirs and the abyss hungers, the firmament does not falter, for that which is written cannot be undone.
A prayer rises, not in plea, but as an offering upon the sacred balance. That which is endured in shadow is inscribed upon the eternal scrolls, bound in the breath of the unseen and carried forth beyond the veil.
THUS, IT IS SEALED IN THE
HALLS OF JUDGMENT.
BY THE HAND OF @RUHMERAHL.
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Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
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ㅤㅤㅤTHE BITING WIND WAILED LOUDLY,
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.🫀 ❜❜
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☾࿐࣪
ㅤㅤㅤTHE BITING WIND WAILED LOUDLY,
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 MONDSTADT.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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When fate unravels, the sands of Isfet rise, veiling the path. Yet a golden ember flickers, guiding the ka through Duat to Osiris' judgment. / December 25th. 𓂀
The turning of the cycle has come, long awaited and unbroken. On this day, Ra’s light descends upon @TheWalst, @TheFerrovi, @OldenVeil, @sjords, @MlNDWAVE and @CaveOfLoughrey. a testament to the unwavering order that stands against the black tides. Though chaos stirs and the abyss hungers, the firmament does not falter, for that which is written cannot be undone.
A prayer rises, not in plea, but as an offering upon the sacred balance. That which is endured in shadow is inscribed upon the eternal scrolls, bound in the breath of the unseen and carried forth beyond the veil.
THUS, IT IS SEALED IN THE
HALLS OF JUDGMENT.
BY THE HAND OF @RUHMERAHL.
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