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𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖸: 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖳𝖸. ✷)
A festivity unlike any other, where fiends, specters, and misfits of the night converge, celebrating their arcane camaraderie with riotous merriment. It is a time of unholy jubilation, a gathering where monstrous kin acknowledge their brethren across the realms, exchanging ominous well-wishes with a wicked grin—akin to an eldritch academic convocation, where the halls of the damned echo with raucous cheers and eldritch toasts.
we extend our cryptic salutations to (@TheHalesworth, @HoonSweth, @EverbloomTales, @Minuseion, @LaSiegern @HomeOfSwift @Grimlace), the denizens whose domain brims with revelry this night. May the echoes of your festivity reverberate through the void, binding our unearthly kinship in immortal revel. May your claws remain keen, your howls resound through the void, and your mischief be ever boundless.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBy decree of Enverious. 𓂀 ✶
Once every moon cycle, on the fateful night of August 8th, creatures of the abyss convene for a grand revelry. 👁️🗨️🎓
A festivity unlike any other, where fiends, specters, and misfits of the night converge, celebrating their arcane camaraderie with riotous merriment. It is a time of unholy jubilation, a gathering where monstrous kin acknowledge their brethren across the realms, exchanging ominous well-wishes with a wicked grin—akin to an eldritch academic convocation, where the halls of the damned echo with raucous cheers and eldritch toasts.
we extend our cryptic salutations to (@TheHalesworth, @HoonSweth, @EverbloomTales, @Minuseion, @LaSiegern @HomeOfSwift @Grimlace), the denizens whose domain brims with revelry this night. May the echoes of your festivity reverberate through the void, binding our unearthly kinship in immortal revel. May your claws remain keen, your howls resound through the void, and your mischief be ever boundless.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBy decree of Enverious. 𓂀 ✶
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𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖸: 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖳𝖸. ✷)
A festivity unlike any other, where fiends, specters, and misfits of the night converge, celebrating their arcane camaraderie with riotous merriment. It is a time of unholy jubilation, a gathering where monstrous kin acknowledge their brethren across the realms, exchanging ominous well-wishes with a wicked grin—akin to an eldritch academic convocation, where the halls of the damned echo with raucous cheers and eldritch toasts.
we extend our cryptic salutations to (@TheDeadIock, @Blissette, @SerenityOfEnami), the denizens whose domain brims with revelry this night. May the echoes of your festivity reverberate through the void, binding our unearthly kinship in immortal revel. May your claws remain keen, your howls resound through the void, and your mischief be ever boundless.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBy decree of Enverious. 𓂀 ✶
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Once every moon cycle, on the fateful night of August 9th, creatures of the abyss convene for a grand revelry. 👁️🗨️🎓
A festivity unlike any other, where fiends, specters, and misfits of the night converge, celebrating their arcane camaraderie with riotous merriment. It is a time of unholy jubilation, a gathering where monstrous kin acknowledge their brethren across the realms, exchanging ominous well-wishes with a wicked grin—akin to an eldritch academic convocation, where the halls of the damned echo with raucous cheers and eldritch toasts.
we extend our cryptic salutations to (@TheDeadIock, @Blissette, @SerenityOfEnami), the denizens whose domain brims with revelry this night. May the echoes of your festivity reverberate through the void, binding our unearthly kinship in immortal revel. May your claws remain keen, your howls resound through the void, and your mischief be ever boundless.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBy decree of Enverious. 𓂀 ✶
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𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✼ 𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.
Not empty, not cold—ㅤㅤbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toㅤㅤcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleㅤof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ㅤㅤㅤ I find myself longing —
not for a place, but forㅤ people. For voices that
greet with care. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For hands that stay.
For a family that feels
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike shelter. This letter is
ㅤㅤㅤ for you, who might
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤknows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Who has space in their heart to become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤsomething to someone. We are in search
ㅤㅤㅤ of a family — not perfect, but present. One
ㅤㅤㅤ that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤoften. A place where roles are more than
ㅤㅤㅤㅤnames, through days both easy and hard.
If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.
Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection— not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ May
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍁 autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✼ 𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.
Not empty, not cold—ㅤㅤbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toㅤㅤcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleㅤof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ㅤㅤㅤ I find myself longing —
not for a place, but forㅤ people. For voices that
greet with care. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For hands that stay.
For a family that feels
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike shelter. This letter is
ㅤㅤㅤ for you, who might
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤknows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Who has space in their heart to become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤsomething to someone. We are in search
ㅤㅤㅤ of a family — not perfect, but present. One
ㅤㅤㅤ that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤoften. A place where roles are more than
ㅤㅤㅤㅤnames, through days both easy and hard.
If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.
Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!
Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection— not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ May
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍁 autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖸: 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖳𝖸. ✷)
A festivity unlike any other, where fiends, specters, and misfits of the night converge, celebrating their arcane camaraderie with riotous merriment. It is a time of unholy jubilation, a gathering where monstrous kin acknowledge their brethren across the realms, exchanging ominous well-wishes with a wicked grin—akin to an eldritch academic convocation, where the halls of the damned echo with raucous cheers and eldritch toasts.
we extend our cryptic salutations to (@AttireByKlein, @TheReedwart, @weavercate, @Heartswisp, @DeBlancFamilie, @DeCrowther, @Callogy, @Kiiivory), the denizens whose domain brims with revelry this night. May the echoes of your festivity reverberate through the void, binding our unearthly kinship in immortal revel. May your claws remain keen, your howls resound through the void, and your mischief be ever boundless.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBy decree of Enverious. 𓂀 ✶
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Once every moon cycle, on the fateful night of August 10th, creatures of the abyss convene for a grand revelry. 👁️🗨️🎓
A festivity unlike any other, where fiends, specters, and misfits of the night converge, celebrating their arcane camaraderie with riotous merriment. It is a time of unholy jubilation, a gathering where monstrous kin acknowledge their brethren across the realms, exchanging ominous well-wishes with a wicked grin—akin to an eldritch academic convocation, where the halls of the damned echo with raucous cheers and eldritch toasts.
we extend our cryptic salutations to (@AttireByKlein, @TheReedwart, @weavercate, @Heartswisp, @DeBlancFamilie, @DeCrowther, @Callogy, @Kiiivory), the denizens whose domain brims with revelry this night. May the echoes of your festivity reverberate through the void, binding our unearthly kinship in immortal revel. May your claws remain keen, your howls resound through the void, and your mischief be ever boundless.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBy decree of Enverious. 𓂀 ✶
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ㅤ⚜️✨ Aetheric Salute to the Chosen Kin ✨⚜️
"In the ever-shifting weave of Dust and destiny, the compass of the alethiometer points true to those who walk beside us in silent strength and shadowed loyalty. This moon's turning honors one among us whose daemon shines bright through the mists of the multiverse."
This month's light shines upon: @DeBlancFamilie @DeCrowther @AttireByKlein @TheEnverious @StringOfScarvaine @Callogy.
May your path be guarded by Serafina's winds and armored with Iorek's resolve. As the Dust gathers and whispers truths to those who listen, we raise our lanterns to you—our ally, our kin, our Dustborne companion.
To all our kindred souls: Let this mark the turning of time with joy, purpose, and courage. Until the next cycle, may your dæmon walk close, and your heart remain wild.
ㅤ ☽⊱╮ With honor, Legacy Of Dustborne ╭⊰☾
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ㅤ⚜️✨ Aetheric Salute to the Chosen Kin ✨⚜️
"In the ever-shifting weave of Dust and destiny, the compass of the alethiometer points true to those who walk beside us in silent strength and shadowed loyalty. This moon's turning honors one among us whose daemon shines bright through the mists of the multiverse."
This month's light shines upon: @DeBlancFamilie @DeCrowther @AttireByKlein @TheEnverious @StringOfScarvaine @Callogy.
May your path be guarded by Serafina's winds and armored with Iorek's resolve. As the Dust gathers and whispers truths to those who listen, we raise our lanterns to you—our ally, our kin, our Dustborne companion.
To all our kindred souls: Let this mark the turning of time with joy, purpose, and courage. Until the next cycle, may your dæmon walk close, and your heart remain wild.
ㅤ ☽⊱╮ With honor, Legacy Of Dustborne ╭⊰☾
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Forwarded from LUNACERS: SCRUM TO VICTORY!
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𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗟
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⌬〢 10th August, 2025.
In the twilight of Greyville, an aura of mystique envelops a coastal village where werewolf boys seek refuge from their tumultuous pasts. Under the watchful gaze of a pale moon, they navigate the delicate balance between freedom and the shadows that threaten to engulf them.
Amidst this backdrop, the spirit of rugby emerges—a game that mirrors their struggles and triumphs. The field becomes a sanctuary where they channel their fears into fierce competition, each tackle a defiance against the shadows that threaten to engulf them ; @DeBlancFamilie, @AttireByKlein, @Hoonolic 'nd , @TheEnverious ── 'The camaraderie forged on this sacred ground transforms them from mere survivors into warriors, ready to face whatever darkness awaits.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⅌ ' » with enigmatic traces
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ and howls ; LUNACERS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @ANNDTEAM ꗃ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ───
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⌬〢 10th August, 2025.
In the twilight of Greyville, an aura of mystique envelops a coastal village where werewolf boys seek refuge from their tumultuous pasts. Under the watchful gaze of a pale moon, they navigate the delicate balance between freedom and the shadows that threaten to engulf them.
Amidst this backdrop, the spirit of rugby emerges—a game that mirrors their struggles and triumphs. The field becomes a sanctuary where they channel their fears into fierce competition, each tackle a defiance against the shadows that threaten to engulf them ; @DeBlancFamilie, @AttireByKlein, @Hoonolic 'nd , @TheEnverious ── 'The camaraderie forged on this sacred ground transforms them from mere survivors into warriors, ready to face whatever darkness awaits.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⅌ ' » with enigmatic traces
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ and howls ; LUNACERS
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @ANNDTEAM ꗃ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ───
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Forwarded from Montgolfier: The Haven of Petal Artisans.
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Transmutations shall evermore transpire, purveying ameliorate towards numerous alterations with each blossoming jiffy, fabulously whenever flowers begin to posy. Blissful bouquets steeplechase against time and coincide alongside blooming phase. Notwithstanding conundrums occur, yet aught culminate in pristine zenith, robust parchment anew. Thousands of auspicious prayers and abundant blessings upon you: @TheHeike @TheGeldart @Nooity @TheReedwart @Hoonolic @DeBlancFamilie @AttireByKlein @DeCrowther @TheEnverious and @Callogy, forasmuch lovely wishes upon bursting flowers whilst celebrating your triumphant. The enormous oscillations witnessed throughout the seasons epitomize equitable nature’s structure, albeit extensive jaunt. May entire flowers of hope flourish gracefully and become an impetus towards further burgeoning.
Yours Faithfully,
@MontgoIfier. 𔓘
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Transmutations shall evermore transpire, purveying ameliorate towards numerous alterations with each blossoming jiffy, fabulously whenever flowers begin to posy. Blissful bouquets steeplechase against time and coincide alongside blooming phase. Notwithstanding conundrums occur, yet aught culminate in pristine zenith, robust parchment anew. Thousands of auspicious prayers and abundant blessings upon you: @TheHeike @TheGeldart @Nooity @TheReedwart @Hoonolic @DeBlancFamilie @AttireByKlein @DeCrowther @TheEnverious and @Callogy, forasmuch lovely wishes upon bursting flowers whilst celebrating your triumphant. The enormous oscillations witnessed throughout the seasons epitomize equitable nature’s structure, albeit extensive jaunt. May entire flowers of hope flourish gracefully and become an impetus towards further burgeoning.
Yours Faithfully,
@MontgoIfier. 𔓘
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Forwarded from House Of Luthien : Wonders Lie Beyond.
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ㅤㅤ THROUGH. / THE. / GLOWING.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤBLUE-GATE.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ( Sunday, 10 August 2025 )
Our journey began deep within an ancient forest, where the canopy of emerald leaves whispered tales long forgotten. Hidden beneath shade was a narrow path quiet, untouched, and waiting! At its end stood a glowing blue portal, (... 🪻) humming gently with the kind of magic that only hearts still enough to dream can feel.
Happy mensiversary our dwellers: @StringOfScarvaine, @TheHeike, @TheGeldart, @DeCrowther, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory. We were strangers once, each carrying our own beginning. But stepping through that portal stitched our paths into a tale! One filled with quiet warmth, and the kind of belonging you don’t always find, but somehow found us. (Here’s to more moments, more pages, and more wonders yet to bloom.)
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ㅤWith stardust beneath stories in hand
ㅤfrom your roaming soul, @HouseOfLuthien. 🗝️
ㅤㅤ THROUGH. / THE. / GLOWING.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤBLUE-GATE.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ( Sunday, 10 August 2025 )
Our journey began deep within an ancient forest, where the canopy of emerald leaves whispered tales long forgotten. Hidden beneath shade was a narrow path quiet, untouched, and waiting! At its end stood a glowing blue portal, (... 🪻) humming gently with the kind of magic that only hearts still enough to dream can feel.
Happy mensiversary our dwellers: @StringOfScarvaine, @TheHeike, @TheGeldart, @DeCrowther, @TheEnverious, @Kiiivory. We were strangers once, each carrying our own beginning. But stepping through that portal stitched our paths into a tale! One filled with quiet warmth, and the kind of belonging you don’t always find, but somehow found us. (Here’s to more moments, more pages, and more wonders yet to bloom.)
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ㅤWith stardust beneath stories in hand
ㅤfrom your roaming soul, @HouseOfLuthien. 🗝️
Forwarded from Home of Swift: Hymn-weaver of Times.
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Those now engaged in festivities can lay claim to this ever-rare moment of radiant worth: short yet grace-laden. Season of sunbathing has come upon us when hearts rejoice in triumph. 🌻
Shall we sing a melody of fortune, through shines of yellowed beam. This is the time of hope, when happiness flows in streams of golden wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the delightful company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity fired beneath the free-giving sun of summer—a time when souls are coming into freedom under the sun, and joy can flow readily from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @DeBlancFamilie, @AttireByKlein, @TheGeldart, @DeCrowther, @Callogy, @TheHeike, @Kiiivory, and @TheEnverious, turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.
Shall we sing a melody of fortune, through shines of yellowed beam. This is the time of hope, when happiness flows in streams of golden wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the delightful company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity fired beneath the free-giving sun of summer—a time when souls are coming into freedom under the sun, and joy can flow readily from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @DeBlancFamilie, @AttireByKlein, @TheGeldart, @DeCrowther, @Callogy, @TheHeike, @Kiiivory, and @TheEnverious, turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.
Forwarded from Ashes of the Dragon-heart: House of Vermillion.
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(IN THE HEART OF THE ANCIENT CASTLE.) WHERE STONE WALLS ECHO WITH WHISPERS OF FORGOTTEN BATTLES. ♦️
Just like the legendary wyrm that fiercely guards its hoard, we too protect the invaluable connections we’ve forged, treasures of memories and dreams that grow richer with each passing moment. Our collective power is an unstoppable tempest, relentless and unbroken, a force that time or circumstance cannot diminish:
May this mensiversary ring out like the roar of a mythical serpent, reverberating the depth of our bond and the limitless potential that lies before us. Just as a colossal leviathan unfurls its wings to claim the heavens, our journey knows no bounds, and our tale is destined to be carved into the chronicles of eternity—an undying testament to the might of unity, determination, and limitless possibility.
(🐦🔥.) Genuine well-wishes, @HouseOfVermillion.
Just like the legendary wyrm that fiercely guards its hoard, we too protect the invaluable connections we’ve forged, treasures of memories and dreams that grow richer with each passing moment. Our collective power is an unstoppable tempest, relentless and unbroken, a force that time or circumstance cannot diminish:
@Hoonolic @AttireByKlein @ZEROFUSION @Ruthernox @DeBlancFamilie @TheReedwart @theheike @heartswisp @TheEnverious @BlytheHaven and @DeCrowther
May this mensiversary ring out like the roar of a mythical serpent, reverberating the depth of our bond and the limitless potential that lies before us. Just as a colossal leviathan unfurls its wings to claim the heavens, our journey knows no bounds, and our tale is destined to be carved into the chronicles of eternity—an undying testament to the might of unity, determination, and limitless possibility.
(🐦🔥.) Genuine well-wishes, @HouseOfVermillion.
Forwarded from The Violent Side of Rock; The Gritner.
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(RIPPED, BEATEN, BUT NEVER SILENCED—THE ONES WHO TURN RUINS INTO REVOLUTIONS.)
✮ … ‘Perfection is overrated. The best things come with scars, with stories, with proof that they’ve been through something and still remain. Sweetness clings to the cracks, but it’s the grit that makes it last. This isn’t about playing it safe. It’s about standing your ground when everything else tries to push you over. Doors don’t close on the ones who break through them.
This isn’t just a tribute, this is proof. Proof that real things don’t break, that those who push forward leave something behind that can’t be erased. Palaces may fall, but those who stand tall? They never do.
SIGNED IN RESISTANCE & REBELLION, @THEGRITNER.
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(RIPPED, BEATEN, BUT NEVER SILENCED—THE ONES WHO TURN RUINS INTO REVOLUTIONS.)
✮ … ‘Perfection is overrated. The best things come with scars, with stories, with proof that they’ve been through something and still remain. Sweetness clings to the cracks, but it’s the grit that makes it last. This isn’t about playing it safe. It’s about standing your ground when everything else tries to push you over. Doors don’t close on the ones who break through them.
“THIS IS FOR THE ONES WHO CARVE THEIR OWN PATH: @DeBlancFamilie @TheEnverious @Weavercate @HOONOLIC @DeCrowther @AttireByKlein @TheGeldart @Callogy @Kiiivory @StringOfScarvaine @TheHeike”
This isn’t just a tribute, this is proof. Proof that real things don’t break, that those who push forward leave something behind that can’t be erased. Palaces may fall, but those who stand tall? They never do.
SIGNED IN RESISTANCE & REBELLION, @THEGRITNER.
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Forwarded from Freedom Through the Realms Whispers: Guild of Clardforge.
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ㅤ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Enchanting transforms
ㅤ the intangible into something
ㅤ extraordinary. ㅤ
Sumptuous and jubilant festivity, Hedgehog and Oscar gathered around the campfire while the raucous cheers of their siblings became the most delightful symphony of the evening. Precisely at midnight, the bell tolled, and everyone erupted in joyous celebration of their cherished camaraderie with: @AttireByKlein, @TheHeike, @DeBlancFamilie, @WeaverCate, @TheReedwart, @BlytheHaven, @Zerofusion, @Heartswisp, @nooity, @TheGeldart, @DeCrowther, @Callogy, @Kiiivory, @StringOfScarvaine, and @TheEnverious the dark sky gradually brightened with moonlight and the shimmering stars that enhanced the allure. Profound appreciation was conveyed. As a token of everlasting joy, never cease to express heartfelt gratitude. This treasured moment will be carried forward through clenched fists and grace, surrounded by kind-hearted individuals each day. May we sustain a friendship brimming with joy forever.
Written with heartiness,
Guild of Clardforge.
ㅤ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. Enchanting transforms
ㅤ the intangible into something
ㅤ extraordinary. ㅤ
Sumptuous and jubilant festivity, Hedgehog and Oscar gathered around the campfire while the raucous cheers of their siblings became the most delightful symphony of the evening. Precisely at midnight, the bell tolled, and everyone erupted in joyous celebration of their cherished camaraderie with: @AttireByKlein, @TheHeike, @DeBlancFamilie, @WeaverCate, @TheReedwart, @BlytheHaven, @Zerofusion, @Heartswisp, @nooity, @TheGeldart, @DeCrowther, @Callogy, @Kiiivory, @StringOfScarvaine, and @TheEnverious the dark sky gradually brightened with moonlight and the shimmering stars that enhanced the allure. Profound appreciation was conveyed. As a token of everlasting joy, never cease to express heartfelt gratitude. This treasured moment will be carried forward through clenched fists and grace, surrounded by kind-hearted individuals each day. May we sustain a friendship brimming with joy forever.
Written with heartiness,
Guild of Clardforge.
Forwarded from Ancestry of Maisonette, Myldemoor Familia.
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ㅤ[‘In A Village Where Joy Radiates’]
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In the realm of ancestry birth-cottage, a letter was penned with love’s tender grace—heartfelt message echoing the sweetest of sentiments. In a village where dreams take flight, in this land of peace & endless light, celebration of grandeur ignited the night.
From every heart, the long-awaited day has finally arrived, igniting a spark of hope and dreams fulfilled. On this glorious day for @BlytheHaven, @TheReedwart, @AttireByKlein, @TheHeike, @TheGeldart, @Hoonolic, @TheEnverious, @DeBlancFamilie, @Heartswisp, @DeCrowther, @Callogy & @StringOfScarvaine.
to celebrate very lengthy warmth years of splitting a triumph—glee and appreciation, shining bright for the one who holds our hearts. The echoes of their grand celebration resonates: “Through the air a powerful reminder of joy, love, and the unbreakable bond.” That ties those palace to the hearts of devoted people who cherish their homeland with unwavering passion.
Continue To Go On A Shared Journey
ㅤ Of Historical, Myldemoor Familia.
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In the realm of ancestry birth-cottage, a letter was penned with love’s tender grace—heartfelt message echoing the sweetest of sentiments. In a village where dreams take flight, in this land of peace & endless light, celebration of grandeur ignited the night.
From every heart, the long-awaited day has finally arrived, igniting a spark of hope and dreams fulfilled. On this glorious day for @BlytheHaven, @TheReedwart, @AttireByKlein, @TheHeike, @TheGeldart, @Hoonolic, @TheEnverious, @DeBlancFamilie, @Heartswisp, @DeCrowther, @Callogy & @StringOfScarvaine.
to celebrate very lengthy warmth years of splitting a triumph—glee and appreciation, shining bright for the one who holds our hearts. The echoes of their grand celebration resonates: “Through the air a powerful reminder of joy, love, and the unbreakable bond.” That ties those palace to the hearts of devoted people who cherish their homeland with unwavering passion.
Continue To Go On A Shared Journey
ㅤ Of Historical, Myldemoor Familia.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 10th day of August, in the year 2025.
The passage of time does not erase what lingers in the shadows. Like the owl that watches from its lofty perch, we remain silent, patient, ever observant. Paths may diverge, alliances may shift, but the wisdom of those who thrive is knowing that some names are never truly absent, only waiting for the right moment to resurface. To our allies, we offer no grand declarations, only the quiet certainty that prosperity favors those who know where to look, and power belongs to those who wield it wisely: @DeBlancFamilie @TheEnverious @TheReedwart @Hoonolic @theheike @DeCrowther @Callogy @attirebyklein @TheGeldart @Kiiivory @StringOfScarvaine
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 10th day of August, in the year 2025.
The passage of time does not erase what lingers in the shadows. Like the owl that watches from its lofty perch, we remain silent, patient, ever observant. Paths may diverge, alliances may shift, but the wisdom of those who thrive is knowing that some names are never truly absent, only waiting for the right moment to resurface. To our allies, we offer no grand declarations, only the quiet certainty that prosperity favors those who know where to look, and power belongs to those who wield it wisely: @DeBlancFamilie @TheEnverious @TheReedwart @Hoonolic @theheike @DeCrowther @Callogy @attirebyklein @TheGeldart @Kiiivory @StringOfScarvaine
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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Forwarded from Ventresca Estiva: Leggende dal Deserto Fiorito.
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The golden morning hums gently over our sun-warmed town, where the boots tap on wooden floors and wind chimes sing with the breeze. Mama, in her rosy apron, hums a soft tune while kneading honey-butter biscuits, and Papa adjusts his hat with a chuckle as he feeds the doves perched by the barn. The aunties wrap gingham cloth over picnic baskets, while uncles polish horseshoes and hang little sheriff stars on strings of summer garlands. Laughter spills like lemonade from the porch—the children, dressed in frilly chaps and flower-tied bandanas, play “Catch the Outlaw,” their giggles echoing like windbells across the meadow. Then—🔔ding!—the bell rings from the kitchen: it’s time.
With a twirl of our skirts and hats pinned just right, we ride off under the sun to meet @TheEnverious, @StringOfScarvaine, & @TheGeldart at the grand ol’ summer jamboree. The field is glowing with marigold lights, hanging cacti charms, hand-painted signs, and a soft symphony of violins and distant moo’s. We share stories beneath olive trees, gift handsewn tokens, sip sweet peach tea, and sway to the rhythm of western ballads. The horizon blushes with the charm of an rose-gold skies and sleepy clouds cradling the last of the day’s laughter.
ㅤㅤA sun-drenched memory lassoed into the heart, etched gently in Ventresca’s diary. Story spun today by Lee Isa. 🤎🐾🤠
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🐎❊ ⊹ (10/08/2025) ┊⋆。˚
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The golden morning hums gently over our sun-warmed town, where the boots tap on wooden floors and wind chimes sing with the breeze. Mama, in her rosy apron, hums a soft tune while kneading honey-butter biscuits, and Papa adjusts his hat with a chuckle as he feeds the doves perched by the barn. The aunties wrap gingham cloth over picnic baskets, while uncles polish horseshoes and hang little sheriff stars on strings of summer garlands. Laughter spills like lemonade from the porch—the children, dressed in frilly chaps and flower-tied bandanas, play “Catch the Outlaw,” their giggles echoing like windbells across the meadow. Then—🔔ding!—the bell rings from the kitchen: it’s time.
With a twirl of our skirts and hats pinned just right, we ride off under the sun to meet @TheEnverious, @StringOfScarvaine, & @TheGeldart at the grand ol’ summer jamboree. The field is glowing with marigold lights, hanging cacti charms, hand-painted signs, and a soft symphony of violins and distant moo’s. We share stories beneath olive trees, gift handsewn tokens, sip sweet peach tea, and sway to the rhythm of western ballads. The horizon blushes with the charm of an rose-gold skies and sleepy clouds cradling the last of the day’s laughter.
ㅤㅤA sun-drenched memory lassoed into the heart, etched gently in Ventresca’s diary. Story spun today by Lee Isa. 🤎🐾🤠
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