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.
┊ ✦ UNCLE / AUNTY FIGURE (1996–1999)
the watchers, the war-minded,
the bridge between years.
┊ ✦ CHILDREN; DAUGHTER AND
SON FIGURE (2000–2010)
the pulse, the promise, the ones
who don’t flinch when it matters.
To Apply, Submit this Format to @RuneshardBot. Each district has its own position, and here you can see the TAKEN LIST from our respective positions. 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 (choose: Parental / Uncle-Aunty / Children). 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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Bonjour Lichies. Took some photo for you biar ga loyo, does it work?
❤🔥4❤4🔥4🎉4⚡3🏆3🍾3☃1
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Forwarded from SOOREVIEL: Monarch of the Eternal
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ㅤㅤ🕯(..) ENCHANTMENT TALES: Parable We Scout.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ 𝐗. (Midnight & Rewrite) 𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆
Beneath a sky that embroiders fate with threads of astral fire, upon a land where dreams murmur in the tongue of bygone legends, the hour inscribed by the cosmos unfurls—a day when the radiance of eternal wanderers converges in a symphony of wonder @MonsterWishers & @TheLichtheim ⚘.
Their names are etched upon pages untouched by time, their hymns resounding through the corridors of eternity, tracing the footsteps of an odyssey without end. This is no mere festivity, but a gateway to a realm safeguarded by the wings of hope, where reverie never wanes, and our tale unfolds evermore.
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .
⠀⠀⠀⠀
With the utmost reverence, @Sooreviel bestows the highest tribute upon the glimmers of hope you carry forth this day.
ㅤㅤ🕯(..) ENCHANTMENT TALES: Parable We Scout.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ 𝐗. (Midnight & Rewrite) 𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆
Beneath a sky that embroiders fate with threads of astral fire, upon a land where dreams murmur in the tongue of bygone legends, the hour inscribed by the cosmos unfurls—a day when the radiance of eternal wanderers converges in a symphony of wonder @MonsterWishers & @TheLichtheim ⚘.
Their names are etched upon pages untouched by time, their hymns resounding through the corridors of eternity, tracing the footsteps of an odyssey without end. This is no mere festivity, but a gateway to a realm safeguarded by the wings of hope, where reverie never wanes, and our tale unfolds evermore.
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. . .
⠀⠀⠀⠀
With the utmost reverence, @Sooreviel bestows the highest tribute upon the glimmers of hope you carry forth this day.
Forwarded from Translucent Striking of Lamercy’s Residence.
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Here we assemble and relish supper in tandem, scratch a newfangled extraordinary ascendancy simultaneously with mortals folks we caution about and jubilate together. This solemnised is summonsed with plenary of exuberance and also implication in a pulchritudinous residence and will evermore. 🫀
CODE NUMBER: 777 — LUCKY
Hail, dreamers and doers, whose have soared beyond bounds! Thy triumphs glimmer like dawn’s light, weaving brilliance into the fabric of time. Through toil and hope, thou hast created a moment of glory, a beacon for those who follow: @TheLichtheim, @Grithmone, @MonsterWishers.
Approximately the equivalent as what we eternally hopes, every vivacity that we revealed will encounter its contrivance residence to felicitous its destiny and ordinance. With sentiments, we divulge with repletion that we regard you wholeheartedly.
Fading whispers,
@TheLamercy. 🪽ㅤ
Here we assemble and relish supper in tandem, scratch a newfangled extraordinary ascendancy simultaneously with mortals folks we caution about and jubilate together. This solemnised is summonsed with plenary of exuberance and also implication in a pulchritudinous residence and will evermore. 🫀
CODE NUMBER: 777 — LUCKY
Hail, dreamers and doers, whose have soared beyond bounds! Thy triumphs glimmer like dawn’s light, weaving brilliance into the fabric of time. Through toil and hope, thou hast created a moment of glory, a beacon for those who follow: @TheLichtheim, @Grithmone, @MonsterWishers.
Approximately the equivalent as what we eternally hopes, every vivacity that we revealed will encounter its contrivance residence to felicitous its destiny and ordinance. With sentiments, we divulge with repletion that we regard you wholeheartedly.
Fading whispers,
@TheLamercy. 🪽ㅤ
Forwarded from Chronicles.
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ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @TheLichtheim We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @TheLichtheim We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.