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OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. 🦉𑇣.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
”What is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?”
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to all—only to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
— The PARENTS (1980–1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
— The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007–2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
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OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. 🦉𑇣.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
”What is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?”
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to all—only to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
— The PARENTS (1980–1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
— The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007–2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
“I am (NAME, USERNAME)—drawn not by longing, but by something heavier. On the night of (MUSE, BIRTH YEAR), I did not stumble. I answered. I walked into the night not to escape, but to return—to where my shadow was already waiting.”Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
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Forwarded from TEEZ—BON #GoldenTicketForMingi
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* ׁ 𓈒
━━━━━━ THETHIRST
. . . IN THEHEAT ━━ 𖤝 ━━
🜨 ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋
Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
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* ׁ 𓈒
THE GLASS OF 🍸━━━━━━ THE
HAS BEEN BROKE, DROPPING OFF SWEET
DRIPS (‘ꗃ,) OF SUMMER TIDE.. . . IN THE
𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹 : 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟑
🜨 ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋
Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
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Forwarded from Gemini Byte: #Gem21Upshot.
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ㅤㅤAdvänce Vp! CRACK THECØDE. 💥🎮
ㅤㅤBumping scattered prosperity of
ㅤㅤYoungster Crowd (‘&.) Lingering And
ㅤㅤ♞. Chilling escorted Funky-Music.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 #Gem21UpShot! Skirts jeans knitting hats that are cracked, amidsy your juvenescence entire of relief, to be an altered-game.
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ㅤㅤAdvänce Vp! CRACK THE
ㅤㅤBumping scattered prosperity of
ㅤㅤYoungster Crowd (‘&.) Lingering And
ㅤㅤ♞. Chilling escorted Funky-Music.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 #Gem21UpShot! Skirts jeans knitting hats that are cracked, amidsy your juvenescence entire of relief, to be an altered-game.
Xoxo. +666! Juvenile folk measure contemporary style ‘Thus startling BLÄST. 𓆩⋆𓆪ㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from ZONEVERSE. #25thGildedWithZhangHao.
ASTONISHING CHARM
Once a boy behind the lens—now the one the world turns its cameras toward. This June, we celebrate not just another year, but the quiet evolution of Hanbin: The frame within the frame, the still point in a world that moves too fast. He does not chase the spotlight—he stands calmly inside it, letting presence do what words never could.
(♞) I. In every click of the shutter, there’s a trace of him the way he holds stillness like a second skin, the way he wears gentleness without apology.
And so, for this birthday, we do not shout.
We frame. We build a gallery out of edits,
a stage out of pixels, a tribute out of silence
and craft. #24thPotraithwithHanbin ⅋
Once a boy behind the lens—now the one the world turns its cameras toward. This June, we celebrate not just another year, but the quiet evolution of Hanbin: The frame within the frame, the still point in a world that moves too fast. He does not chase the spotlight—he stands calmly inside it, letting presence do what words never could.
(♞) I. In every click of the shutter, there’s a trace of him the way he holds stillness like a second skin, the way he wears gentleness without apology.
And so, for this birthday, we do not shout.
We frame. We build a gallery out of edits,
a stage out of pixels, a tribute out of silence
and craft. #24thPotraithwithHanbin ⅋
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‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ／ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive (@Edenearth, @NineLunerays, @Thirensoles, @Schauferfamilie, @The13thSyndicate, @RebelResonance, @LegacyOfDustborne, @Beomquesters, @YJFluence). transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.
ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.
‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ／ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive (@Edenearth, @NineLunerays, @Thirensoles, @Schauferfamilie, @The13thSyndicate, @RebelResonance, @LegacyOfDustborne, @Beomquesters, @YJFluence). transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.
ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.
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Forwarded from Huis van Sjörd; Apple Plantage.
Our family has long nurtured tradition, harvest, and kinship. More than a plantation, our home thrives on love, laughter, and legacy. As we grow, we welcome those seeking a place to belong—where every season brings new bonds and lasting memories. Join the Sjörd family as an aunt, uncle, or child, and become part of our enduring story.
Before you take your place among us, please ensure you meet the following criteria:
1. To preserve the integrity of our lineage and for you join, it is important for you not to be affiliated with any other family.
2. Age Requirement
• Those seeking the role of Uncle or Aunt must have been born between 1995-1999.
• Those wishing to join as Children must have been born between 2000-2006.
3. Inactive individuals are not permitted to join the family. Members must be interested and active in matters of the family.
4. Readiness to take part in family activities, gatherings, and events is a must.
5. Before applying, ensure that your muse has not already been claimed by reviewing the Taken List.
If this message vibe with you in becoming part of the apple orchard family, we enthusiastically embrace your warm presence like spring that fetes the ripeness of apples. The door is wide open, but keep in mind that we do not need secret leakers and spies among us.
We hope to welcome you soon into our ever-growing orchard of kinship and unity. Let the legacy of Sjörd continue to flourish with new bonds and shared memories!
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Forwarded from Ignis Household: Cyle Lumbre of Liberty.
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THERE IT STOOD: AN OPEN GATE. 🎴♠️
What stood at the edge was no doorway
to light, split wide to beckon the ash-born
home to what the fire regurgitated.
We seek the kindled infernos who torch through its fount: AUNCLES (90–99) & CHILDREN (00–06). Those whose grit breaks louder than any legacy ever could, eyes scorched open by the heat of too many returns, and follow the rites and rules it sets, mark your presence through: @IgnisFamiliaBot.
The crossing bore no hint of arrival. The fire waned, then hissed, as if something below knew it too. Recognition slid over on the tongue, bitter and dry. They stepped through. Together. Into each other.
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THERE IT STOOD: AN OPEN GATE. 🎴♠️
What stood at the edge was no doorway
to light, split wide to beckon the ash-born
home to what the fire regurgitated.
We seek the kindled infernos who torch through its fount: AUNCLES (90–99) & CHILDREN (00–06). Those whose grit breaks louder than any legacy ever could, eyes scorched open by the heat of too many returns, and follow the rites and rules it sets, mark your presence through: @IgnisFamiliaBot.
I come not in search of flame, but as what remains when flame has passed. I am (Name & @Username) + (Muse Name & Line) shaped where fire once collapsed, made of memory, marrow, and what heat refused to kill. I speak not to be welcomed, but to echo in the halls that once held silence.
The crossing bore no hint of arrival. The fire waned, then hissed, as if something below knew it too. Recognition slid over on the tongue, bitter and dry. They stepped through. Together. Into each other.
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