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𝟗𝟖.𝟐 ‘𝐬 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇. ✷
𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐥
(..) 𝐔𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
The disparate factions long separated by vast chasms of difference were now bound together with the distinctions that had once carved deep rifts between them began to dissipate, replaced by a recognition of the significance of solidarity &. mutual respect. ♜ This day was a special day for : @HallOfAllen, @Wraitheight, @TheStahlbaum, @LeClives, @DwellsofTokki, @Clardforge, @DiariesOfHudgens. 🏜️ It was a journey fraught with sacrifice, relinquished pride set aside personal agendas and with each step the solidarity grew stronger.
Was born from something
deeper than necessity; from the
commitment to build a better
with dignity &. support.
The solidarity must endure through times of strife and flourish in every aspect of life, expanding and deepening in ways. ✪
(build a world of lasting harmony.. 🎻)
@TheRuneshard
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𝟗𝟖.𝟐 ‘𝐬 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇. ✷
𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐥
(..) 𝐔𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
The disparate factions long separated by vast chasms of difference were now bound together with the distinctions that had once carved deep rifts between them began to dissipate, replaced by a recognition of the significance of solidarity &. mutual respect. ♜ This day was a special day for : @HallOfAllen, @Wraitheight, @TheStahlbaum, @LeClives, @DwellsofTokki, @Clardforge, @DiariesOfHudgens. 🏜️ It was a journey fraught with sacrifice, relinquished pride set aside personal agendas and with each step the solidarity grew stronger.
Was born from something
deeper than necessity; from the
commitment to build a better
with dignity &. support.
The solidarity must endure through times of strife and flourish in every aspect of life, expanding and deepening in ways. ✪
(build a world of lasting harmony.. 🎻)
@TheRuneshard
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Pada suatu hari, Vermillion’s Dohoon dan Runeshard’s Beomgyu sedang mengobrol hangat.
Beomgyu:
"Tau nggak, kalau aku jadi bantal, aku maunya dipeluk kamu tiap malam."
Dohoon:
"Hmm... bahaya juga ya. Nanti aku jadi ketergantungan peluk kamu terus."
Beomgyu:
"Emang salah? Kan katanya pelukan bikin tidur nyenyak~" 😌
Dohoon:
"Kalau kamu yang peluk, kayaknya aku nggak mau tidur. Mau melek terus."
Beomgyu:
"Ealah, manis banget. Kamu tuh selalu tahu cara bikin aku senyum-senyum sendiri."
Dohoon:
"Belum maksimal tuh. Kalau udah di depan aku, baru deh kamu yang mau aku peluk langsung."
Beomgyu:
"Awas ya, nanti aku beneran dateng. Jangan kaget kalau tiba-tiba udah di depan pintu bawa hoodie kamu." 😏
Dohoon:
"Gak akan kaget... yang ada langsung aku tarik masuk, peluk erat, terus nggak boleh pulang."
Beomgyu:
"Tau nggak, kalau aku jadi bantal, aku maunya dipeluk kamu tiap malam."
Dohoon:
"Hmm... bahaya juga ya. Nanti aku jadi ketergantungan peluk kamu terus."
Beomgyu:
"Emang salah? Kan katanya pelukan bikin tidur nyenyak~" 😌
Dohoon:
"Kalau kamu yang peluk, kayaknya aku nggak mau tidur. Mau melek terus."
Beomgyu:
"Ealah, manis banget. Kamu tuh selalu tahu cara bikin aku senyum-senyum sendiri."
Dohoon:
"Belum maksimal tuh. Kalau udah di depan aku, baru deh kamu yang mau aku peluk langsung."
Beomgyu:
"Awas ya, nanti aku beneran dateng. Jangan kaget kalau tiba-tiba udah di depan pintu bawa hoodie kamu." 😏
Dohoon:
"Gak akan kaget... yang ada langsung aku tarik masuk, peluk erat, terus nggak boleh pulang."
❤🔥1⚡1❤1🔥1🥰1👏1🤩1🐳1🆒1
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Forwarded from Whispers from an Ancient Realm: The Mordis Family.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 3rd 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: @TheStahlbaum @Clardforge @TheRuneshard @Wraitheight @HeirsOfMoriarty @NOERAYMA
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 3rd 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: @TheStahlbaum @Clardforge @TheRuneshard @Wraitheight @HeirsOfMoriarty @NOERAYMA
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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Forwarded from Sörguine-Familien: The Light That Never Fades.
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AUGUST OF 3RD, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)
Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.
Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @TheStahlbaum, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @Clardforge, @TheRuneshard & @DwellsofTokki. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ /ㅤ NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
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AUGUST OF 3RD, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)
Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.
Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @TheStahlbaum, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @Clardforge, @TheRuneshard & @DwellsofTokki. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ /ㅤ NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
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Forwarded from A Journey of Broken Branches, The Finches.
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ㅤㅤHISTORIES PENNED IN UMBER SHADESㅤ
ㅤㅤNo Tether of Doom, No Bounden Decree,ㅤ
ㅤㅤOnly A Volition: To Sorrow, Or To Be Free.ㅤ
ㅤ ──────────── 📿 ────────────
❋𓇇 Reminiscences metamorphose into a refuge, where the transitory becomes perpetual and the deceased continue to resonate within the essence of those who endure. Ties intensify, joviality reverberates more lucidly, and the rhythm of existence transforms into an anthem to the moment. Through this saga, an timeless verity resounds: the past influences, yet does not prescribe, the future. On [03/08], extend heartfelt accolades! A lineage shrouded in subtle legends: @LeClives @TheRuneshard && @Wraitheight
𐚈 · Within the nascent chapter of life, descendants discover comfort in unity, treasuring every transitory moment. If destiny decrees a conclusion, may it arrive serenely, leaving no unspoken stories.
The Resolute Bearer of Devotion,
The Finches. 🪔
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ㅤㅤHISTORIES PENNED IN UMBER SHADESㅤ
ㅤㅤNo Tether of Doom, No Bounden Decree,ㅤ
ㅤㅤOnly A Volition: To Sorrow, Or To Be Free.ㅤ
ㅤ ──────────── 📿 ────────────
❋𓇇 Reminiscences metamorphose into a refuge, where the transitory becomes perpetual and the deceased continue to resonate within the essence of those who endure. Ties intensify, joviality reverberates more lucidly, and the rhythm of existence transforms into an anthem to the moment. Through this saga, an timeless verity resounds: the past influences, yet does not prescribe, the future. On [03/08], extend heartfelt accolades! A lineage shrouded in subtle legends: @LeClives @TheRuneshard && @Wraitheight
𐚈 · Within the nascent chapter of life, descendants discover comfort in unity, treasuring every transitory moment. If destiny decrees a conclusion, may it arrive serenely, leaving no unspoken stories.
The Resolute Bearer of Devotion,
The Finches. 🪔
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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.
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Our shadows across the hallway, @Clardforge @DwellsofTokki @TheRuneshard @HeirsOfMoriarty. 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.
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💈🪬.. 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.
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Our shadows across the hallway, @Clardforge @DwellsofTokki @TheRuneshard @HeirsOfMoriarty. 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.
Forwarded from Sunlit Valleys of Altefiore: Under the Alpine Veil.
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As sun rose over horizon, it’s golden rays poured down like a celestial blessing, illuminating world with a promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities.
Stout zephyr blows mildly, rustling of wandering liberty is greeted by serenity of highlands Swiss hills. Birds sing joyfully, soothe inkling of distress and bringing peace and serenity. Sun gingerly greets, dispelling cold with warmth, its touch softly comforting. Today is a day to celebrate entity of souls, warmly welcomed by God, @TheStahlbaum, @DwellsOfTokki, @TheRuneshard, @clardforge, & @NOERAYMA, enjoy beauty of earth, created by God for you. We bestow joy with souls who lavish with joy.
“Families are like branches on a tree. We grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one.” Poet from Unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWarm Happy Embrace, @Altefiore.
Stout zephyr blows mildly, rustling of wandering liberty is greeted by serenity of highlands Swiss hills. Birds sing joyfully, soothe inkling of distress and bringing peace and serenity. Sun gingerly greets, dispelling cold with warmth, its touch softly comforting. Today is a day to celebrate entity of souls, warmly welcomed by God, @TheStahlbaum, @DwellsOfTokki, @TheRuneshard, @clardforge, & @NOERAYMA, enjoy beauty of earth, created by God for you. We bestow joy with souls who lavish with joy.
“Families are like branches on a tree. We grow in different directions, yet our roots remain as one.” Poet from Unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWarm Happy Embrace, @Altefiore.
Forwarded from The Wendissle Records: “A Secrets In Dusted Ink.”
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Filed under: The Wendissle Dossier 🔍
Dispatch from the Wendissle Lineage
In every system—celestial or societal—there are anomalies. Fault lines. Patterns that tremble beneath the surface. The Wendissle Lineage has long operated where the rational meets the improbable, charting our course not by stars, but by calculation, instinct, and precision.
Our legacy is one of measured constancy: @TheStahlbaum, @TheRuneshard, @Clardforge, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @DiariesOfHudgens, @DwellsofTokki, @NOERAYMA, a society below forged not in spectacle, but in method. In a world governed by chaos masquerading as order, we serve as a quiet axis. We observe. We deduce. We remember. And in the remembering, we act.
Respectfully submitted,
The Wendissle Consortium
@OdWendissel
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Filed under: The Wendissle Dossier 🔍
Dispatch from the Wendissle Lineage
In every system—celestial or societal—there are anomalies. Fault lines. Patterns that tremble beneath the surface. The Wendissle Lineage has long operated where the rational meets the improbable, charting our course not by stars, but by calculation, instinct, and precision.
Our legacy is one of measured constancy: @TheStahlbaum, @TheRuneshard, @Clardforge, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @DiariesOfHudgens, @DwellsofTokki, @NOERAYMA, a society below forged not in spectacle, but in method. In a world governed by chaos masquerading as order, we serve as a quiet axis. We observe. We deduce. We remember. And in the remembering, we act.
Respectfully submitted,
The Wendissle Consortium
@OdWendissel
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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: @TheStahlbaum, @Wraitheight, @LeClives, @TheRuneshard, and @HeirsOfMoriarty as 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: @TheStahlbaum, @Wraitheight, @LeClives, @TheRuneshard, and @HeirsOfMoriarty as 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.