Forwarded from Nightvale: The haunted, blood-filled Mansion.
NIGHTVALE IS NEVER EMPTY &,
The mansion stands alive with shadows and whisper.
The gates groan open.
The vanished are called home:
Whisper once to @NightvaleBot. Check the list etched in cracked mirrors before entering.
SAY YOUR NAME!
The house breathes.
The Ravens watch.
The feast waits. 🕸️🕯️
The mansion stands alive with shadows and whisper.
The gates groan open.
The vanished are called home:
The Patriarch & Matron (90•95)
The Eldritch Kin (96•99)
The Whispering Ancestors (00•02)
The Lurking Shadows (03•04)
The Forgotten Echoes (05•07)
Whisper once to @NightvaleBot. Check the list etched in cracked mirrors before entering.
SAY YOUR NAME!
I am (NAME), once (MUSE NAME), born (YEAR).
Now (@USERNAME).
Returned as your (LINE).
I remember the silence. I remember home.
The house breathes.
The Ravens watch.
The feast waits. 🕸️🕯️
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Forwarded from heartchupie. 𑣿
ㅤㅤㅤ silken auröras hum
ㅤㅤㅤ through the hush of dawn
ㅤㅤㅤ
a quiet token of warmth &. moonlit fondness for dear hearts2hearts rpers 𓂃ꕤ𓂃
we're waiting for you at
dream vial and see taken list💞
(☕️ best love, @heartchupies)
ㅤㅤㅤ through the hush of dawn
07.7
dawnlight wind is hushéd ㅤㅤㅤ
a quiet token of warmth &. moonlit fondness for dear hearts2hearts rpers 𓂃ꕤ𓂃
retreat never laced edges
: they bloom along the edges laced with hush and waltz beyond.we're waiting for you at
dream vial and see taken list
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Nighty night, douchy. Tonight, after a delightful and heartwarming dinner, Foster’s Doohon and I decided to take a quiet night stroll together. The evening air was crisp and cool, gently brushing against our skin as we wandered through the peaceful park. With each step, laughter bubbled between us. Silly jokes, shared memories, and soft conversations filling the space between the rustling trees.
The moon was glowing softly above us, casting a silvery light that made the whole world seem like a dream. The stars were scattered like glitter across the sky, and for a moment, everything felt calm, like time had slowed down just for us. It wasn’t just a walk it was a gentle pause from the rush of the day, a little pocket of peace where we could simply be, side by side. Truly, a lovely way to end the night.
The moon was glowing softly above us, casting a silvery light that made the whole world seem like a dream. The stars were scattered like glitter across the sky, and for a moment, everything felt calm, like time had slowed down just for us. It wasn’t just a walk it was a gentle pause from the rush of the day, a little pocket of peace where we could simply be, side by side. Truly, a lovely way to end the night.
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Forwarded from Ancestry of Maisonette, Myldemoor Familia.
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ㅤㅤ“Beneath the Thatch, Beyond the Mist”
ㅤㅤㅤMYLDEMOOR CALLING HOMEWARD
In forgotten hollow of waking earth where the firmament weeps morning gold and breathes a lull of mist through bramblewood, world reclines in its most hallowed quietude. The air, tinctured with damp pine and the ghost of woodsmoke holds its breath and the light lingers gently upon moss-cloaked stones and gossamer webs spun betwixt thorn and thyme. Time in this gentle hour lingers like an old friend at the threshold unrushed benevolent and veiled in nostalgia. Beneath eaves of an ivy-draped cottage where roof-thatch bears silver tears of dawn, stillness weaves itself into every beam every spindle of lace fluttering at the windowpane. Hearth though long since cooled remembers flame the kettle though emptied, remembers song. For names long whispered into twilight now echo beneath the arching boughs.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSO BEGINS THE JOURNEY
MUST BE NOTICED OUR TAKEN LIST
ㅤ
@MyldemoorBot, For somewhere beyond the hush and heather beyond the veil of morning’s lace await those whose names are etched not in stone, but in the softest places of the heart.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarries Majesty,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @Myldemoor.
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ㅤㅤ“Beneath the Thatch, Beyond the Mist”
ㅤㅤㅤMYLDEMOOR CALLING HOMEWARD
In forgotten hollow of waking earth where the firmament weeps morning gold and breathes a lull of mist through bramblewood, world reclines in its most hallowed quietude. The air, tinctured with damp pine and the ghost of woodsmoke holds its breath and the light lingers gently upon moss-cloaked stones and gossamer webs spun betwixt thorn and thyme. Time in this gentle hour lingers like an old friend at the threshold unrushed benevolent and veiled in nostalgia. Beneath eaves of an ivy-draped cottage where roof-thatch bears silver tears of dawn, stillness weaves itself into every beam every spindle of lace fluttering at the windowpane. Hearth though long since cooled remembers flame the kettle though emptied, remembers song. For names long whispered into twilight now echo beneath the arching boughs.
ㅤPREEMINENTS FATHER (1980 - 1990)
ㅤUNCLE ‘& AUNT LUMINARY (1993 - 1999)
ㅤYOUNGEST CHARM (2006 - 2009)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤSO BEGINS THE JOURNEY
MUST BE NOTICED OUR TAKEN LIST
I, (Name), hereby step into the woven bloodline of (Father / Aunt / Uncle / Siblings), under the sigil and first scribed in (Muse and Line Muse). Let this stand as quiet testament that intuition walks before inheritance, and the chosen form reflects clarity and quiet resolve.
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@MyldemoorBot, For somewhere beyond the hush and heather beyond the veil of morning’s lace await those whose names are etched not in stone, but in the softest places of the heart.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarries Majesty,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @Myldemoor.
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ㅤㅤ 🚔📮’ (07/15) JUBILEE IN THE
ILLUSTRIOUS METROPOLIS. ꯴
To the one who maneuvers through life like a silent shadow, sharp-witted, instinct-driven, and ever unbothered by the noise. Today’s not just another mark on the calendar──It’s a timestamp of how far you’ve roamed and how fiercely you’ve moved. ✶
This journey you’re on? It’s not just about survival: It’s about style, strategy, and subtle rebellion. It’s the way you wear intention like armor, how your energy speaks before you even move, and how the city responds when you show up. 🎇 𑣿
Here’s to the momentum you’ve built. The quiet dominance you carry. The instinct to lead without asking for permission. You don’t chase, You choose. And today, we celebrate that.
Keep roaming. Keep ruling.
The wild bends to your rhythm.
Warm regards, @TheDoucheron.
ILLUSTRIOUS METROPOLIS. ꯴
To the one who maneuvers through life like a silent shadow, sharp-witted, instinct-driven, and ever unbothered by the noise. Today’s not just another mark on the calendar──It’s a timestamp of how far you’ve roamed and how fiercely you’ve moved. ✶
This journey you’re on? It’s not just about survival: It’s about style, strategy, and subtle rebellion. It’s the way you wear intention like armor, how your energy speaks before you even move, and how the city responds when you show up. 🎇 𑣿
Here’s to the momentum you’ve built. The quiet dominance you carry. The instinct to lead without asking for permission. You don’t chase, You choose. And today, we celebrate that.
@TheWilkins, @CorwellWorld
Keep roaming. Keep ruling.
The wild bends to your rhythm.
Warm regards, @TheDoucheron.
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