Forwarded from Sörguine-Familien: The Light That Never Fades.
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(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Å FLYTTE UT PÅ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of parents (1979-1995), uncles and aunts (1990-1997), and siblings (All liners born after 1997).
To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
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(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Å FLYTTE UT PÅ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of parents (1979-1995), uncles and aunts (1990-1997), and siblings (All liners born after 1997).
Droplets flowed a stream of serenity that encouraged the gallantry to become a member of the hamlet leaf. I, (name, muse, and line), gave myself up to reveal that I was the branch that had been sought.
To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
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Forwarded from 트리플에스 ・ twibbonS.
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⠀⣾⣿⣦⣀⣴⣿⣷ (new massage..) ☆ /
⠀⠛⣻⣿⠛⣿⣟⠛ ㅤ+ ˚ code: sun-shine!
⢠⣾⣿⡏ ⠀⢹⣿⣷⡄ 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒
⠀ ⡟ ⠀⠀⠀⢻⡀ ♡☀️ from
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛
#SeonshineDay .. 𝘻Zz! ⊂⊂ · )✿
we unfurled a cozy blanket in a meadow brimming with blossoms (౨ৎ) then squealed with
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⠀⣾⣿⣦⣀⣴⣿⣷ (new massage..) ☆ /
⠀⠛⣻⣿⠛⣿⣟⠛ ㅤ+ ˚ code: sun-shine!
⢠⣾⣿⡏ ⠀⢹⣿⣷⡄ 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒
⠀ ⡟ ⠀⠀⠀⢻⡀ ♡☀️ from
a
teenager joyfully marking her special day! ഒㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛࿙⃛࿚⃛
#SeonshineDay .. 𝘻Zz! ⊂⊂ · )✿
we unfurled a cozy blanket in a meadow brimming with blossoms (౨ৎ) then squealed with
delight
and encouraged her to puff out the candles! *hip-hip-hooray* >3<ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from LUNACERS: SCRUM TO VICTORY!
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❌ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 :
❌ A Search for the Missing Werewolf
❌ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️ 🌨️
❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ 🦋 🌟 🦋
❌ In the fading glow of twilight, whispers echo through The Grey City. A name lost to the shadows, a soul bound by blood and moonlight. We search, not just for a werewolf—but for the one who completes our bond :
❌ MURATA FUMA🤩 NAKAKITA YUMA
❌ ASAKURA JO🤩 TAKAYAMA RIKI
❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ ❌ HIROTA RIKI
A tender howl drifts through the night, reaching softly for your :
┼──────────── ••• If you hear the call, if your heart beats with ancient rhythm, come forth.
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(&.)ㅤㅤ.. ㅤㅤ
A tender howl drifts through the night, reaching softly for your :
Let the howl rise as a sign. I'm (your name), showing up with pride, carrying the face of (your muse). I'm here to join the Lunacers pack as part of the team. I've left my scar, (your ID). Take me in and let me become a true wolf.
┼──────────── ••• If you hear the call, if your heart beats with ancient rhythm, come forth.
We're waiting you at
@AndTeammBot.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤ.. | ⓘ ( おや、宴を開くのでしょうか? )
Behold the purity of tender bonds.
A gentle breeze played through the trees, as family gathered under a vast sky, hearts alight with joyful anticipation. Dressed in their finest, they embraced warmly, celebrating the mensiversary of @TheRoscoes, @TheScalden, @SectorMaknae, @TheRusteeze & @Solvreith.
May their happiness be as boundless as the fields, and the festivities filled with laughter as pure as a child’s smile. Together, let us revel in the simple joys of life, strengthening our bonds and cherishing the quiet wonders that surround us.
ㅤㅤWith woodland whispers,
ㅤㅤFleur Corner, @Edenearth! 🌲ᡣ𐭩
Behold the purity of tender bonds.
A gentle breeze played through the trees, as family gathered under a vast sky, hearts alight with joyful anticipation. Dressed in their finest, they embraced warmly, celebrating the mensiversary of @TheRoscoes, @TheScalden, @SectorMaknae, @TheRusteeze & @Solvreith.
May their happiness be as boundless as the fields, and the festivities filled with laughter as pure as a child’s smile. Together, let us revel in the simple joys of life, strengthening our bonds and cherishing the quiet wonders that surround us.
ㅤㅤWith woodland whispers,
ㅤㅤFleur Corner, @Edenearth! 🌲ᡣ𐭩
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🆒3⚡2🔥2🏆2👾2
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ㅤ.. | ⓘ ( おや、宴を開くのでしょうか? )
Behold the purity of tender bonds.
A gentle breeze played through the trees, as family gathered under a vast sky, hearts alight with joyful anticipation. Dressed in their finest, they embraced warmly, celebrating the mensiversary of @PromiseSeason, @Altefiore, @HusvomMeiers, @SartreFamille, @TheHowarth, @LeBeaulieu, @BURNIIZE, @Godrict & @HerdOfDauvignon.
May their happiness be as boundless as the fields, and the festivities filled with laughter as pure as a child’s smile. Together, let us revel in the simple joys of life, strengthening our bonds and cherishing the quiet wonders that surround us.
ㅤㅤWith woodland whispers,
ㅤㅤFleur Corner, @Edenearth! 🌲ᡣ𐭩
Behold the purity of tender bonds.
A gentle breeze played through the trees, as family gathered under a vast sky, hearts alight with joyful anticipation. Dressed in their finest, they embraced warmly, celebrating the mensiversary of @PromiseSeason, @Altefiore, @HusvomMeiers, @SartreFamille, @TheHowarth, @LeBeaulieu, @BURNIIZE, @Godrict & @HerdOfDauvignon.
May their happiness be as boundless as the fields, and the festivities filled with laughter as pure as a child’s smile. Together, let us revel in the simple joys of life, strengthening our bonds and cherishing the quiet wonders that surround us.
ㅤㅤWith woodland whispers,
ㅤㅤFleur Corner, @Edenearth! 🌲ᡣ𐭩
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Forwarded from Whispers from an Ancient Realm: The Mordis Family.
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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.
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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.
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Forwarded from TEEZ—BON #MythNiteSan #INYOURFANTASY
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* ׁ 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?
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* ׁ 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?
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