ㅤㅤㅤ🎶 A CALL FROM THE PAST 🎶ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The stage lights dimmed, the last note hung in the air — and then, silence. They vanished, six souls lost in the echoes of time.
But now… there’s a sound. A faint melody drifting through static, calling out to those who still remember the beat. @OldenVeil is reaching out — and they need you to help find the way back.
We’re looking for those— BoyNextDoor {Myung Jaehyun, Sungho, Riwoo, Taesan, Leehan, Woonhak} rp-ers who feel the music, those who hear the rhythm in their hearts. It’s time to follow the forgotten tune and uncover the story that was never finished, With Taken List
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎸 Join the search. Find the sound. Bring them home.
The journey starts here @OldenVeilBot
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The stage lights dimmed, the last note hung in the air — and then, silence. They vanished, six souls lost in the echoes of time.
But now… there’s a sound. A faint melody drifting through static, calling out to those who still remember the beat. @OldenVeil is reaching out — and they need you to help find the way back.
We’re looking for those— BoyNextDoor {Myung Jaehyun, Sungho, Riwoo, Taesan, Leehan, Woonhak} rp-ers who feel the music, those who hear the rhythm in their hearts. It’s time to follow the forgotten tune and uncover the story that was never finished, With Taken List
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🎸 Join the search. Find the sound. Bring them home.
The journey starts here @OldenVeilBot
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
🎸 FIND THE LOST RHYTHM, JOIN THE REBELLION! 🎶When the echoes of the past collide with the present, I ready to bring the band back together. With (name, muse, Username), As one of Members, I vow to search for the way home, to reignite the fire we once had, and to play the music the world forgot
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
little snippets from when my hair was still red, kinda missing my red hair era 🥲 . what do you think, hedgies? does red or brown suit me better?
Please open Telegram to view this post
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
❤🔥3⚡1🔥1🥰1🎉1🕊1🐳1💯1🏆1🆒1
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
࣪ㅤ
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: @TheHowarth, @GuerreroFamillia, @SartreFamille, @Eeljes, @LeBeaulieu, @luzveris, @HerdOfDauvignon, @KissOfLoove, @Eeljes, @GODRICT, @ALTEFIORE, and @BURNIIZE 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: @TheHowarth, @GuerreroFamillia, @SartreFamille, @Eeljes, @LeBeaulieu, @luzveris, @HerdOfDauvignon, @KissOfLoove, @Eeljes, @GODRICT, @ALTEFIORE, and @BURNIIZE 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.
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Forwarded from Whispers from an Ancient Realm: The Mordis Family.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. 🦉𑇣.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
”What is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?”
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to all—only to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
— The PARENTS (1980–1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
— The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007–2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
ㅤㅤㅤ
OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. 🦉𑇣.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
”What is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?”
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to all—only to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
— The PARENTS (1980–1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
— The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007–2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
“I am (NAME, USERNAME)—drawn not by longing, but by something heavier. On the night of (MUSE, BIRTH YEAR), I did not stumble. I answered. I walked into the night not to escape, but to return—to where my shadow was already waiting.”Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
ㅤㅤㅤ
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Forwarded from Gemini Byte: #Gem21Upshot.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤAdvänce Vp! CRACK THECØDE. 💥🎮
ㅤㅤBumping scattered prosperity of
ㅤㅤYoungster Crowd (‘&.) Lingering And
ㅤㅤ♞. Chilling escorted Funky-Music.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 #Gem21UpShot! Skirts jeans knitting hats that are cracked, amidsy your juvenescence entire of relief, to be an altered-game.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤAdvänce Vp! CRACK THE
ㅤㅤBumping scattered prosperity of
ㅤㅤYoungster Crowd (‘&.) Lingering And
ㅤㅤ♞. Chilling escorted Funky-Music.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 #Gem21UpShot! Skirts jeans knitting hats that are cracked, amidsy your juvenescence entire of relief, to be an altered-game.
Xoxo. +666! Juvenile folk measure contemporary style ‘Thus startling BLÄST. 𓆩⋆𓆪ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Forwarded from TEEZ—BON #GoldenTicketForMingi
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
* ׁ 𓈒
━━━━━━ THETHIRST
. . . IN THEHEAT ━━ 𖤝 ━━
🜨 ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋
Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
* ׁ 𓈒
THE GLASS OF 🍸━━━━━━ THE
HAS BEEN BROKE, DROPPING OFF SWEET
DRIPS (‘ꗃ,) OF SUMMER TIDE.. . . IN THE
𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹 : 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟑
🜨 ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋
Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
This media is not supported in your browser
VIEW IN TELEGRAM
Forwarded from ZONEVERSE. #25thGildedWithZhangHao.
ASTONISHING CHARM
Once a boy behind the lens—now the one the world turns its cameras toward. This June, we celebrate not just another year, but the quiet evolution of Hanbin: The frame within the frame, the still point in a world that moves too fast. He does not chase the spotlight—he stands calmly inside it, letting presence do what words never could.
(♞) I. In every click of the shutter, there’s a trace of him the way he holds stillness like a second skin, the way he wears gentleness without apology.
And so, for this birthday, we do not shout.
We frame. We build a gallery out of edits,
a stage out of pixels, a tribute out of silence
and craft. #24thPotraithwithHanbin ⅋
Once a boy behind the lens—now the one the world turns its cameras toward. This June, we celebrate not just another year, but the quiet evolution of Hanbin: The frame within the frame, the still point in a world that moves too fast. He does not chase the spotlight—he stands calmly inside it, letting presence do what words never could.
(♞) I. In every click of the shutter, there’s a trace of him the way he holds stillness like a second skin, the way he wears gentleness without apology.
And so, for this birthday, we do not shout.
We frame. We build a gallery out of edits,
a stage out of pixels, a tribute out of silence
and craft. #24thPotraithwithHanbin ⅋