Names Written in Blood: The Mordis Rise with Bloodlines of the Silent Realm.
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When night falls @OnlyMordis awakens. Eyes sharp as steel, they move in silence, striking without a trace. ╱ “Fate is sealed in whispers and gold flows to those who never miss.” Contact us through @Mordsrbot and @MordSFSbot (SFS/HFW). ᘛ 𓅃
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 10th day of November, 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: @CastleOfEryndor @TheEnverious @TheReedwart @theheike @Callogy @attirebyklein @TheGeldart @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 ㅤEyes of the Soul.
ㅤ  "𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘖𝘜𝘛" 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘔
𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘐𝘐𝘐
ㅤ  Until you break 5,6,7,8 👊🏻


— 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴.
🎭 — 𝘈𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴.
🏁 — 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴.

Within the fracture of silence, resonance awakens. Neon bleeds into void; echoes rewrite their names upon the dark. Not a descent, but an ignition. What fades was never gone, only #WannaBeLikeCYE waiting to be reborn in static and steel. ⚒️

This is BLACKOUT not the fall of radiance, but the rebirth of everything once consumed by it.
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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐞'𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐦'𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 11th day of November, 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: @TheScalden @TheRoscoes @TheRusteeze

             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 12th day of November, 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: @Eeljes @GODRICT @PromiseSeason @HusvomMeiers @KissofLoove @LeBeaulieu.

             We offer our kind regards and
             heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.

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The First Orchard Gate Of Cherrilanes:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ A Gathering Beneath the Cherry Sun 🍒

The scent of ripe cherries carried by dawn’s breath, the soil humming secrets of old summers. (‘&.) Somewhere beyond the misted valley, a gate of wood and blush petals creaks open — bidding thee welcome home.

This is not merely a tale of harvest and laughter, but of kinship — how hearts, like vines, intertwine and bear fruit through time. Come, traveler, take thy basket and join the orchard folk; let warmth return to thy hands once more.

🌸 ELDER GARDENERS
         ️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️(OLDER FIGURE)

         • Parents Figure (1985–1995)
         • Aunty and Uncle (1996–1999)

ㅤㅤ🍒 YOUNG SAPLINGS
          (CHILDREN FIGURE)

        • Eldest Line (2000–2003)
        • Middlest Line (2004–2006)
        • Youngest Line (2007–2011)


With all my heart, I, (your username), vow to honor the heart of Cherrilane Heritage.
With (your muse) as my chosen form, born in the year (your line), I offer my soul, my words, and my quiet loyalty to the home that lives through grace, art, and everlasting warmth.


When twilight falls and the orchard glows, send the message to @cherrilaneebot and see who already tends the trees on the sweet taken list. The fields await thee, lantern in hand, laughter in heart — let the cherry gates open once more.

ㅤㅤ   Petals Inked By, @cherrilane. 🍒
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📔 THE HEFFLINS’ DIARY ENTRY #001
ㅤㅤOUR GATE’S OPEN (APPARENTLY).


So, the elders said we should “open the gate” and let more people in the family. And here we are, @TheHefflins are now accepting new members. Yeah, you heard that right, we’re expanding.

Here’s the lineup we came up with and somehow, it makes sense: Parents Figures (1980–1994), Aunty & Uncle Figures (1995–1999), Eldest Children (2000–2002), Middle Children (2003–2005), Youngest Children (2006–2011). You can peek through here to see our taken list tho! 👀

Dear The Hefflins, it’s me, (your name), using (your muse + line). I was just minding my own business when I spotted your post-it note on the neighbor’s wall. Congratulations, you’ve got yourself another troublemaker. 👊🏻

Send this through @HefflinsBot. 📬

If you can survive a group chat that never sleeps, welcome hugs that come with sarcasm, and a family that laughs way too loud, The Hefflins want YOU! 💥

🏠 Gate’s open. Step in before someone locks it again.