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the weather is nice and do i look good today, Howls!? anyway, have a great day everyone, happy always! 📸
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hi howlies!! it’s my 15th birthday TODAYYYY 🎂 I BAKED… ok I didn’t but here’s cake anyway, sending virtual slices to the whole neighborhood 😋♥️ HAPPY 15 TO ME 🙈
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ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@SoeurLand, @Hauntminds, @TheRosenvelt—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)
Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@SoeurLand, @Hauntminds, @TheRosenvelt—we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
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Tolong ya howls, kalo mau unsubs channel kita, bisa bilang dan jangan seenaknya keluar.
Forwarded from Dewmourne: Veil of Forgotten Wings.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ꒷︶꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷꒷︶꒦︶ ︶꒦꒷
ૂ ⃝࣫.🪷
░ུ / 💧 emergence beyond veiled thresholds, convergence within our dominion-guided by hushed augury rather than happenstance. beneath eclipsed constellaria, reverence unfolded, sanctum sealed, resonance lingering like an unnamed incantation.
20 december 2025, witnessing required: #LostWithDewmourne
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ૂ ⃝࣫.🪷
THEY CROSSED THE UNSEEN TO COMMERMORATE THE GENESIS WITH US.░ུ / 💧 emergence beyond veiled thresholds, convergence within our dominion-guided by hushed augury rather than happenstance. beneath eclipsed constellaria, reverence unfolded, sanctum sealed, resonance lingering like an unnamed incantation.
20 december 2025, witnessing required: #LostWithDewmourne
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Forwarded from Family of Velthrone; The Conjurer's Ancestry
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𝘠𝘶𝘭𝘦-𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦.
ㅤㅤ ㅤVELTHRONE: CELESTIAL
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤCHRISTMAS. 🎄☃️
Avalanche has been descending for nights on end, shrouding e’ry colonnade in a pall of luminous quietude. Crystalline jingling glides through arcades. The first-years, wide-eyed with wonder likely believe Saint Nicholas himself has crossed our skies; scattering douceur from his ethereal sleigh. They know not that such chiming belongs to the argent bells bound to owls who ferry their summons through wintertide.
The Velthrone flaunts its obsolete doorway to all who wish to engage within the splendor of Celestial Christmas on December 20. Missives shall find their way to cherished ones, each accompanied by offerings wrought to stir the most swathed recesses of heart. Conjured graces shall canonise e’ry whim divulged into frost-bright air.
Dotingly bestowed upon augurers,
@TheVelthrone.
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𝘠𝘶𝘭𝘦-𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦.
ㅤㅤ ㅤVELTHRONE: CELESTIAL
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤCHRISTMAS. 🎄☃️
Avalanche has been descending for nights on end, shrouding e’ry colonnade in a pall of luminous quietude. Crystalline jingling glides through arcades. The first-years, wide-eyed with wonder likely believe Saint Nicholas himself has crossed our skies; scattering douceur from his ethereal sleigh. They know not that such chiming belongs to the argent bells bound to owls who ferry their summons through wintertide.
The Velthrone flaunts its obsolete doorway to all who wish to engage within the splendor of Celestial Christmas on December 20. Missives shall find their way to cherished ones, each accompanied by offerings wrought to stir the most swathed recesses of heart. Conjured graces shall canonise e’ry whim divulged into frost-bright air.
Dotingly bestowed upon augurers,
@TheVelthrone.
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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· ─ · ·
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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.
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