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Forwarded from Sunrise on the Reaping: The Runeshard Household 🏹
⠀⠀⚔🛡 THE TRIAL HAS BEGUN 🛡⚔
❝ For those who stand not
above, but beside. ❞
We, the District Kin, are opening limited entry for selected individuals to join the movement. The Capitol will not decide who we are — we do. In this house, your worth isn't measured by noise, but by presence. By choice. By loyalty. By the quiet strength to stay.
We are seeking the following roles:
┊ ✦ PARENTAL FIGURE
(1985–1995)
steady hands, soft authority,
the quiet reason in the storm.
To Apply, Submit this Format to @RuneshardBot. Each district has its own position. Let’s survive—loudly, or in silence—but together.
Salutations, Kinfolk. With all my heart and soul I declare that I am (Name / @username), using (Muse + Line muse) as my face. I wish to join as a Parental. Regardless of what lies ahead, I pledge to move with loyalty, not just to the house, but to those within it⚔️ We await your arrival at the border.
Our house doesn’t promise ease.
But it promises truth, endurance, and belonging.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𖥸 The Quiet Rebellion
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ The District Kin 𖥸
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ @TheRuneshard
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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 (@TheGritner, @RosendaIe, @Calsearth, @Paranovrmal @KinofGreesacht @TemuGelanggang), 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 27 Nov, 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 (@TheGritner, @RosendaIe, @Calsearth, @Paranovrmal @KinofGreesacht @TemuGelanggang), 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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Forwarded from Of Tints and Homes: Greesacht Familia.
𓍯𓄼 .. (#GreesArtSanctuary)
Gleaming—umber piece o’ welded
hardwood, serving stand for glamorous
painting displayed in the museum.
with finest dye greatest, carving entire moment of life sadness and happiness. particular by particular added with each brushstroke, creating genuine beauty that looks just like the original. “who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?” Pablo Picasso..🪶 ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰
𓍯𓄼 .. (#GreesArtSanctuary)
Gleaming—umber piece o’ welded
hardwood, serving stand for glamorous
painting displayed in the museum.
with finest dye greatest, carving entire moment of life sadness and happiness. particular by particular added with each brushstroke, creating genuine beauty that looks just like the original. “who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?” Pablo Picasso..
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Forwarded from Tales of The Winter Seasons: The Edurne Familie.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Thursday, the 18th of December, 2025.
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gently⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurne’s warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow.Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮: Wrapped The Winter Together ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 @Calsearth 🎄
ㅤ ☃️🧣 The season arrives quietly,
ㅤ carrying moments that ask to be
ㅤ felt rather than named.
ㅤㅤㅤ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
𝑇ime seems to soften in that softness certain thoughts begin to surface without urgency. Between the closing of one year and the hesitant opening of another, there is a brief stillness where words can exist without expectation.
This is a space shaped by calm nights and gentle reflections, where warmth does not demand attention and meaning lingers in the smallest pauses.
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎–𝟐𝟏 🎅🏻
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
ㅤ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.
ㅤㅤㅤ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
ㅤㅤㅤ
𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮: Wrapped The Winter Together ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 @Calsearth 🎄
ㅤ ☃️🧣 The season arrives quietly,
ㅤ carrying moments that ask to be
ㅤ felt rather than named.
ㅤㅤㅤ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
𝑇ime seems to soften in that softness certain thoughts begin to surface without urgency. Between the closing of one year and the hesitant opening of another, there is a brief stillness where words can exist without expectation.
This is a space shaped by calm nights and gentle reflections, where warmth does not demand attention and meaning lingers in the smallest pauses.
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎–𝟐𝟏 🎅🏻
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
ㅤ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.
ㅤㅤㅤ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
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