Forwarded from Labyrinth Queens : GIRLIDLE Legacy.
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ...a colorful burst of dreams
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ & laughter unfolds like confetti
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ painted in SUNLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍀🫧ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ)
ㅤBubbly whispers of joy float high with every
ㅤballoon, carrying sweet cheers across
ㅤthe sky. This is Our Moment, a wonderful
ㅤcelebration of
ㅤbrightly as ever #8YEARWITH_IDLE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcome dance with us.
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ...a colorful burst of dreams
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ & laughter unfolds like confetti
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ painted in SUNLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍀🫧ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ)
ㅤBubbly whispers of joy float high with every
ㅤballoon, carrying sweet cheers across
ㅤthe sky. This is Our Moment, a wonderful
ㅤcelebration of
love, glowing softly yetㅤbrightly as ever #8YEARWITH_IDLE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcome dance with us.
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Big Momma’s standing here on the porch, watching all my sweet neighbors—especially @TheVolkovich & @Wishazee, glow a little brighter, laugh a little louder, and settle a little deeper into this neighborhood we share.
There’s something special about seeing familiar faces still here, still present, still choosing to be part of this little circle of love. Big Momma feels it all—the warmth, the loyalty, the quiet comfort of growing together. And every moment we share makes Big Momma’s heart fuller than ever. The porch light’s on, the cocoa’s warm, and Big Momma’s arms are always open for y’all. 🧡
Lots of love,
@TheDanvery.
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There’s something special about seeing familiar faces still here, still present, still choosing to be part of this little circle of love. Big Momma feels it all—the warmth, the loyalty, the quiet comfort of growing together. And every moment we share makes Big Momma’s heart fuller than ever. The porch light’s on, the cocoa’s warm, and Big Momma’s arms are always open for y’all. 🧡
Lots of love,
@TheDanvery.
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Forwarded from Noi Le Merfyn: The Dawn That Belong To Us.
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／ COME, DRAW NEAR AND ＼
HEED THIS HUMBLE CALL
We are no mere gathering of wandering souls, but a household stitched together by laughter, loyalty, and a fondness for harmless chaos. Here, thy quirks are not judged but celebrated, thy silence understood, and thy laughter cherished as treasure.
「 THE NAMES LONG HELD 1970-1999
「 THE FIRST REMEMBRANCE 2000-2004
「 THE PASSING BRANCHES 2005-2007
「 THE NEW-BLOOD PROMISES 2008-2010
Kindly deliver your submission through @MerfynBot.
Furthermore, we humbly ask that you review the Taken List beforehand to ensure all details remain in proper order. Step within our circle, Noi Merfyn. Be counted among us, and in due time, be called family.
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／ COME, DRAW NEAR AND ＼
HEED THIS HUMBLE CALL
We are no mere gathering of wandering souls, but a household stitched together by laughter, loyalty, and a fondness for harmless chaos. Here, thy quirks are not judged but celebrated, thy silence understood, and thy laughter cherished as treasure.
「 THE NAMES LONG HELD 1970-1999
「 THE FIRST REMEMBRANCE 2000-2004
「 THE PASSING BRANCHES 2005-2007
「 THE NEW-BLOOD PROMISES 2008-2010
Hello, Merfyn! I am (Name), bearing the (@ username), I come forth with (Muse Name) as my chosen muse, of the line (Muse Line). With a willing heart, I seek to be inscribed within thy honored household. Pray, grant me a place among thee and let me be counted as family.
Kindly deliver your submission through @MerfynBot.
Furthermore, we humbly ask that you review the Taken List beforehand to ensure all details remain in proper order. Step within our circle, Noi Merfyn. Be counted among us, and in due time, be called family.
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Forwarded from DREADSTRANGE: The Upside Down Chronicles.
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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-ONE darlingsteal some time to line up and make a deal with God, run along Vecna's endless narrow mind..⛥
✶!✨ 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 ■□■□■□■□■□■
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-ONE darling
✶!
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Big Momma’s standing here on the porch, watching all my sweet neighbors—especially @TheCaintje, @TheRuneshard, @HouseWellington, @TheStahlbaum, @Clardforge, @VowOfFrost & @Mondcroft, glow a little brighter, laugh a little louder, and settle a little deeper into this neighborhood we share.
There’s something special about seeing familiar faces still here, still present, still choosing to be part of this little circle of love. Big Momma feels it all—the warmth, the loyalty, the quiet comfort of growing together. And every moment we share makes Big Momma’s heart fuller than ever. The porch light’s on, the cocoa’s warm, and Big Momma’s arms are always open for y’all. 🧡
Lots of love,
@TheDanvery.
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There’s something special about seeing familiar faces still here, still present, still choosing to be part of this little circle of love. Big Momma feels it all—the warmth, the loyalty, the quiet comfort of growing together. And every moment we share makes Big Momma’s heart fuller than ever. The porch light’s on, the cocoa’s warm, and Big Momma’s arms are always open for y’all. 🧡
Lots of love,
@TheDanvery.
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Forwarded from SVEIC: PULSE OF THE BOROUGH.
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📁.DRAFT: Quiet corner gave rise
to something steady: THE SVEIC. *
It wasn’t made to impress, just to exist. A spot that feels like home when the city rushes by too fast, where stories brush shoulders, some sticking around, some passing like graffiti on a wall that time can’t scrub away.
Certain corners await their rightful keepers: the Parents (’80–’94), the Uncles and Aunts (’95–’99), firm as the roadway that beareth the weight of years; the Eldest (’01–’03), bold enough to kindle connection; and the Youngest (’07–’10), bringing light where the night doth linger.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCLAIM YOUR SPOT!!
Scope the seats before you roll in, then drop your name to @sveicobot and stake your claim &. /⛐
ㅤㅤ MAY THE CITY’S HUM
ㅤㅤ LEAD YOU HOME.
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📁.DRAFT: Quiet corner gave rise
to something steady: THE SVEIC. *
It wasn’t made to impress, just to exist. A spot that feels like home when the city rushes by too fast, where stories brush shoulders, some sticking around, some passing like graffiti on a wall that time can’t scrub away.
Certain corners await their rightful keepers: the Parents (’80–’94), the Uncles and Aunts (’95–’99), firm as the roadway that beareth the weight of years; the Eldest (’01–’03), bold enough to kindle connection; and the Youngest (’07–’10), bringing light where the night doth linger.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCLAIM YOUR SPOT!!
Yo, Sveic! I’m (Name, Muse, Line, @Username). Steppin’ in to claim the spot as (Parents/Aunty Uncle/Eldest/Youngest). If this city’s rhythm matches mine, then maybe this is where I’m meant to stay.Scope the seats before you roll in, then drop your name to @sveicobot and stake your claim &. /⛐
ㅤㅤ MAY THE CITY’S HUM
ㅤㅤ LEAD YOU HOME.
Forwarded from Kernel of Kismet, NYX.
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@HeirofNyx OPEN THE GATE. ༒︎
Born beneath the hush of primordial night, we arrive as fragments of unseen constellations. New to this dominion, yet drawn to the warmth of a guiding presence: THE MOTHER WHO RECORDS ALL NAMES. Here, curiosity is not lost but gathered. Every question becomes an offering, every voice a testimony written into the eternal ledger of Nyx.
This is not mere gathering—it is a sacred passage. A return to the cradle of origin, where darkness does not signify absence, but becomes a gentle sanctuary that embraces all who are lost. THUS, BY NYX’S WILL, ALL CHILDREN ARE WOVEN INTO ETERNAL NIGHT.
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WONDERING “ALL TO MOM”
I STILL NEED: SPELLING ROAD.@HeirofNyx OPEN THE GATE. ༒︎
Born beneath the hush of primordial night, we arrive as fragments of unseen constellations. New to this dominion, yet drawn to the warmth of a guiding presence: THE MOTHER WHO RECORDS ALL NAMES. Here, curiosity is not lost but gathered. Every question becomes an offering, every voice a testimony written into the eternal ledger of Nyx.
ㅤ
ㅤGATHERING THE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCHILDREN OF NYX
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ\
ㅤㅤ1999 – 2003: ELDEST
ㅤㅤ2004 – 2007: MIDDLES
ㅤㅤ2008 – 2010: YOUNGEST
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This is not mere gathering—it is a sacred passage. A return to the cradle of origin, where darkness does not signify absence, but becomes a gentle sanctuary that embraces all who are lost. THUS, BY NYX’S WILL, ALL CHILDREN ARE WOVEN INTO ETERNAL NIGHT.
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