have you seen my beautiful boy? tell him i miss him.
❤5🔥5🏆3❤🔥2☃1💘1
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Snow rehearses its fall around the world, as if happiness were a quiet agreement, au calme—per sempre. I keep choosing your name in soft repetition, threading it through pauses and low light, letting the silence learn our shape, (@TheWyrmharrow) — (My Wish). Mérci for standing between me and the cold, for guarding what trembles but stays. Let this melody breathe in the snowfall, lentement, dolcemente, until the night loosens its grip. May we remain where winter is kind, where time moves softly, and the music knows when to linger. ☃️🎄
Sealed with warmth,
Whispermind.
Sealed with warmth,
Whispermind.
Spotify
My Wish
Rascal Flatts · Me And My Gang · Song · 2006
Forwarded from MARSPiUM.
The city hits December like a blade. Air sharp, lights dimming, snow piling up until it swallows whole footprints like they were never there. Everything feels fragile, like one wrong breath could shut the whole season down. But then @TheWyrmharrow shows up again, proof that warmth can still survive in a world that forgot how to hold it. Maybe this winter will take more than it gives, maybe the night won't crack open until the year finally collapses, but if we ever find ourselves in the same Christmas again, I hope it's the version where we choose the warmth over the wreckage. ✶
Warm until the world resets,
Timelost Alpha.
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Warm until the world resets,
Timelost Alpha.
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Forwarded from THE BOYZ VILLAGE.
The Hums A Low, Electric Prayer—📟
Glass-bound Sky Of Static And Of Salt.
/ 📲🚏 ★
We drift through phosphors, weightless in the air, where neon ribbons curve without a fault.
The city bleeds in pink, a low-poly sunrise caught in endless loop.
“The cooling fans provide the space
to think, while digital gulls in frozen
circles swoop.” 💫
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐁊 VIRESCENT EPOCHUM: 25th
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 22-12-2000 | Aureocrypts.
Destinature oscillates betwixt aleatory echelons and divinorial inflections that mirth alongwith the golden-eyed detours. Under the moon’s stir, hope Wyrmharrow's Eric always hold the enchanted mark through every triumph. Now we begin another orbit around the sun, into the luciform for his impervious time attrition. Therefore, As we enter another unknown year, may his mind remain lucid as solstice glass and knight zeal. Happy birthday! May he wander the interstice and remain sovereign in pneuma. Lastly, may kindness meet him at every juncture fondly, wildly, endlessly. Selenoturne courage be the anthem that beats behind everlasting choice.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤPhronetics Instinct,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐁊 VIRESCENT EPOCHUM: 25th
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 22-12-2000 | Aureocrypts.
Destinature oscillates betwixt aleatory echelons and divinorial inflections that mirth alongwith the golden-eyed detours. Under the moon’s stir, hope Wyrmharrow's Eric always hold the enchanted mark through every triumph. Now we begin another orbit around the sun, into the luciform for his impervious time attrition. Therefore, As we enter another unknown year, may his mind remain lucid as solstice glass and knight zeal. Happy birthday! May he wander the interstice and remain sovereign in pneuma. Lastly, may kindness meet him at every juncture fondly, wildly, endlessly. Selenoturne courage be the anthem that beats behind everlasting choice.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤPhronetics Instinct,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow.
❤3🥰1🎉1🏆1
WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐁊 VIRESCENT EPOCHUM: 25th ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 22-12-2000 | Aureocrypts. Destinature oscillates betwixt aleatory echelons and divinorial inflections that mirth alongwith the golden-eyed detours. Under the moon’s stir, hope Wyrmharrow's Eric always hold the…
celebrate our wyrmharrow's eric birthday, howls!
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Forwarded from Caelthwynn: Soft Days In a Little Den!
Beneath our snow-dusted, clover-roofed cottage, the Tiny Paws Family invites gentle souls who wish for a warm and cozy home in the middle of frost! ☃️
We hope these little notes can guide you as you find your spot among us:
🫧 Pyon Pyon Parents: 1980-1994
🫧 Aunties & Uncles: 1995-1998
🫧 Soft Littles: 1999-2010
To join, send your snowy squeak in this format:
Pssst! Tiny Paws Cottage, hello! I’m padding over through the falling snow with round cheeks and soft squeaks. I, (Your Name + @Username), have chosen (Your Muse + Year Born) as my muse! May this little note let me wiggle into your cozy family. Thank you!
Send your snowy squeak to: @CaelthwynnsBot
Before choosing your muse, please check our TAKEN LIST so no one trips over each other’s tails. This helps keep our cottage cozy, fair, and filled with soft laughter. ♡
Once your message arrives, we’ll shuffle over with round cheeks and squeaky cheers—saving you a warm spot by the teacups, as delicate snow falls outside. ❄️
With cuddles and giggles,
ㅤㅤㅤThe @Caelthwynn Cottage! 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
Forwarded from DREADSTRANGE: The Upside Down Chronicles.
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Calling 991 for an emergency from the black and red rift that formed between the labs, things got worse when something came out of its parallel archway. They, the professors call it the Upside Down, and Hawkins is no longer the town of young and sweet. These were strange things happening, supernatural occurrences that could only be handled by those with something special, with a number on their wrists, calling for 1998-2008 liners with no twins who could volunteer to fight those in the Upside Down, even if they were young and only seventeen, even Eleven was not even seventeen. The dark moments when the jukebox is tuned to the strains of jass and the wall clock that spins in the air and Vecna lurks in the background occupy the mind and only the music-listening angel can overcome them. Come on baby, come on darling @Dreadstrangebot steal some time to line up and make a deal with God, run along Vecna's endless narrow mind, at least we have Kate Bush as our angel saviour as long as we hold onto her, along with stranger things that give a little kisses.
✶✨ The air feels so different this summer, isn't it the perfect time to experience the weird and wonderful Upside Down? If not them then who else, control your mind with the music box as the real man plays guitar in the stormy Upside Down, he still does it until now at least until the cheer leader meets him.
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LOCATION: Hawkins' Laboratory.) / Calling 991 for an emergency from the black and red rift that formed between the labs, things got worse when something came out of its parallel archway. They, the professors call it the Upside Down, and Hawkins is no longer the town of young and sweet. These were strange things happening, supernatural occurrences that could only be handled by those with something special, with a number on their wrists, calling for 1998-2008 liners with no twins who could volunteer to fight those in the Upside Down, even if they were young and only seventeen, even Eleven was not even seventeen. The dark moments when the jukebox is tuned to the strains of jass and the wall clock that spins in the air and Vecna lurks in the background occupy the mind and only the music-listening angel can overcome them. Come on baby, come on darling @Dreadstrangebot steal some time to line up and make a deal with God, run along Vecna's endless narrow mind, at least we have Kate Bush as our angel saviour as long as we hold onto her, along with stranger things that give a little kisses.
With *Muse + Line* deciding to take the lab trial for Vecna's resistance, are there any other strange things that need to be tested before you accept me? Sincerely yours, *Name*.
✶
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Forwarded from The Lorwaine House: Entitled Heirs of the Ancient Keys
THE LORWAINE — NOTICE
UNLOGGED Suite E5,
𝙊𝙛 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 🗝️
𖤝 .. The Lorwaine House resides where velvet curtains have never fully opened. A permanent residence disguised as a temporary stay ⋮
Suite E5, the corridor’s final door. is spoken of in lowered voices a chamber more than silk upholstery and antique frames.
From this chapter,
the House quietly seeks
its next figures :
⟢. KEEPERS OF SUITE E5 : 1980-1990.
⟢. DUSKWING ATTENDANTS : 1991-1999.
⟢. FIRST VELVET HEIR : 2000-2003.
⟢. MID-HALL CUSTODIAN : 2004-2006.
⟢. FINAL KEY SCION : 2007-2009.
Before submitting your form, please review the 𝘛𝘈𝘒𝘌𝘕 𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛
to ensure availability, The House records each only once.
Esteemed The Lorwaine House. I, (Name & Username), arrive with the presence of (Muse), born on (Date of Birth). I submit myself to Suite E5 and await further notice within its records.
format through :
@LorwaineBot
We advise a brief existing
registry before proceeding!
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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—@Hoonelle, @TheeRomanovna, @LeclairFamilie—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—@Hoonelle, @TheeRomanovna, @LeclairFamilie—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