Forwarded from Kittage. #Kya15thOnStage
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ㅤ Subject: KiiiKiii's Debut Newspaper ✿
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ㅤㅤGARDEN GATE'S OPEN 🪽𓍢 PARTAKE
IN CORDIAL COTTAGE PROSAIC GALA.
ㅤㅤPOMARIUM RUMBLING ARE LOOKOUT
ㅤㅤEUPHORIC FRAGARIA DAINT TIDINGS.
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ㅤ Subject: KiiiKiii's Debut Newspaper ✿
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11-751-24-05 At Jams St.ㅤㅤGARDEN GATE'S OPEN 🪽𓍢 PARTAKE
IN CORDIAL COTTAGE PROSAIC GALA.
ㅤㅤPOMARIUM RUMBLING ARE LOOKOUT
ㅤㅤEUPHORIC FRAGARIA DAINT TIDINGS.
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Forwarded from ILLIT VENTURE.
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#OneYearWithILLIT ” ) ♡
March 25th | pink ribbons swirl through the air, dancing around a study desk cluttered with trinkets, each one shimmering with memories. the soft rustle of the ribbons the quiet hum of creativity, as if they, too, are inspired by the words scattered across the pages 🪽𝅄 ֹ Who am I? I am a superstar, an extraordinary photoshoot for a splendid day I had. A superstar style from the charming Roscoe's Yuqi, brimming with captivating allure ✨
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Forwarded from The Rosenvelt: Magix Chronicles of Fate.
The Rosenvelt: Magix Chronicles of Fate.
⠀ WE WERE NOT HARMLESS, AND STILL ARE, @THEROSENVELT. AND, THE 6TH OPEN GATE, SHALL BEGIN. 🦋 ⠀
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The Rosenvelt: Magix Chronicles of Fate.
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As we espy at a leprechaun spreading its gracious pennons, let us inquire ourselves, “How would one foretell what will occur as it decides to choose a maneuver of its ailerons?” In sooth, canaille are unaware that a second is spent as pennons flutter. Similar…
As we espy at a leprechaun spreading its gracious pennons, let us inquire ourselves, “How would one foretell what will occur as it decides to choose a maneuver of its ailerons?” In sooth, canaille are unaware that a second is spent as pennons flutter. Similar…
Forwarded from Zachruelle Family: Adventure in Pooh’s World.
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ㅤㅤ THE ZACHRUELLE HUMS AGAIN,
ㅤ ㅤ SWEET AS HONEY. WILL YOU
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ FOLLOW THE BUZZ? 𖥔
“O, dear traveler, do you hear it?” ── The wind hums, thick with honey and memory, threading through time, through the hands you once held, the echoes you thought had faded. The gate stands open—not demanding, not pleading, just waiting, as if it has always known you would return. Step inside. Here, time does not chase; it lingers, it listens. We are the ones who never truly left—the dreamers, the quiet ones, the souls still following the bees. So lay your burdens down, let the sky press its warmth against your skin, and remember how sweet it is to belong.
✦ MOTHER, (1980—1993 LINERS)
✦ UNCLES &. AUNTIES, (1994—1999 LINERS)
✦ CHILDREN, (2000—2009 LINERS)
ㅤㅤㅤ“... Come find where you belong
ㅤㅤㅤamong the whispers of us, dear.”
Let the wind carry your name, let the hum guide your steps. Send your desire to @ZachruelleBot, where echoes of laughter never fade.
For those who wish to return, for those who never truly left, for those who still hold remnants of honey on their tongue. Zachruelle does not forget, nor does it let go. Will you take that step? Will you let yourself belong again? The hive hums with warmth, the trees bow in quiet welcome. Your story is here, waiting to be told.
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ㅤㅤ THE ZACHRUELLE HUMS AGAIN,
ㅤ ㅤ SWEET AS HONEY. WILL YOU
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ FOLLOW THE BUZZ? 𖥔
“O, dear traveler, do you hear it?” ── The wind hums, thick with honey and memory, threading through time, through the hands you once held, the echoes you thought had faded. The gate stands open—not demanding, not pleading, just waiting, as if it has always known you would return. Step inside. Here, time does not chase; it lingers, it listens. We are the ones who never truly left—the dreamers, the quiet ones, the souls still following the bees. So lay your burdens down, let the sky press its warmth against your skin, and remember how sweet it is to belong.
✦ MOTHER, (1980—1993 LINERS)
✦ UNCLES &. AUNTIES, (1994—1999 LINERS)
✦ CHILDREN, (2000—2009 LINERS)
ㅤㅤㅤ“... Come find where you belong
ㅤㅤㅤamong the whispers of us, dear.”
Let the wind carry your name, let the hum guide your steps. Send your desire to @ZachruelleBot, where echoes of laughter never fade.
The honey drips slow and I follow the hum. I am (Name @.Username), bringing (Muse + Line), to a place where time lingers soft. My thanks, always.
For those who wish to return, for those who never truly left, for those who still hold remnants of honey on their tongue. Zachruelle does not forget, nor does it let go. Will you take that step? Will you let yourself belong again? The hive hums with warmth, the trees bow in quiet welcome. Your story is here, waiting to be told.
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