Hearth of Wheils: Perennial Bloodline.
Guys ucapin habede buat Kaiwen kami ❤️
Makasih ya, coba carikan gw Kaiwen lain
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Forwarded from LOUGHREY: The Equestrian Bloodlines.
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THE LONGFIELDS HERALD ♘
Proclamation Of The Kinship
'& Our Foremost Open Gates.
From the highest pastures on Loughrey's estate. Afore, be known across the asylum and evergreen meadows, family is not always bound by the blood that courses through one’s veins, but also by the reins that held in warm hands and the breath that shared with steeds at dawn. Loyalty etch deep in hoofprints of our hearts. The illimitable champaigns for us makes matutinal nebulosity grasp the sward at daybreak and equine across the hilly topographies, our kin convenes—not by hereditary entitlement, but by elective horses. Our gates are not opened often. But today, the wind turns and the banners rise. And so, we say: “Come Forth!”
Priorly, you must conduct comprehensive perusal of our histories and taken list to discern if our ethos and methods accord with your own. Should you choose to join with us, please convey your assent through @LoughreyRobot: (Signed | Charity.)
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THE LONGFIELDS HERALD ♘
Proclamation Of The Kinship
'& Our Foremost Open Gates.
From the highest pastures on Loughrey's estate. Afore, be known across the asylum and evergreen meadows, family is not always bound by the blood that courses through one’s veins, but also by the reins that held in warm hands and the breath that shared with steeds at dawn. Loyalty etch deep in hoofprints of our hearts. The illimitable champaigns for us makes matutinal nebulosity grasp the sward at daybreak and equine across the hilly topographies, our kin convenes—not by hereditary entitlement, but by elective horses. Our gates are not opened often. But today, the wind turns and the banners rise. And so, we say: “Come Forth!”
ㅤㅤCordial salute! I, (Username), feel drawn forth by the vinculum that connects as (Your Muse & Line). I present myself with deference to this house. I seek the station of (Father/Mother/Uncle/Aunty/Oldest/Middles/Youngest.) in this propinquitous lineage. Permit me retain at your portals and await your response.
Priorly, you must conduct comprehensive perusal of our histories and taken list to discern if our ethos and methods accord with your own. Should you choose to join with us, please convey your assent through @LoughreyRobot: (Signed | Charity.)
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Forwarded from Family of Velthrone; The Conjurer's Ancestry
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The trees rise in their mirthful regalia, bough garlanded with chromatic baubles and crowned at its zenith by a star of unblemished radiance. Snow has settled in generous drifts this season. @HearthOfWheils, has your most treasured sweater found querencia upon your shoulders? Your ubiquity has fraternised me through anaemic chapters. From the days when we clutched our wands with endearing ineptitude to hour we learned to concoct our own draughts. I can only pray the winged courier has not consigned this missive astray. Should it be you who reads these lines, may forbearing providence abide faithfully at your side. May that crescent-shaped smile of yours, ever reminiscent of a newborn moon—remains beatitude upon your face. Tell, would you herald Christmas by my side?
Magical Christmas wishes from,
Ivory! 🪄☃️
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The trees rise in their mirthful regalia, bough garlanded with chromatic baubles and crowned at its zenith by a star of unblemished radiance. Snow has settled in generous drifts this season. @HearthOfWheils, has your most treasured sweater found querencia upon your shoulders? Your ubiquity has fraternised me through anaemic chapters. From the days when we clutched our wands with endearing ineptitude to hour we learned to concoct our own draughts. I can only pray the winged courier has not consigned this missive astray. Should it be you who reads these lines, may forbearing providence abide faithfully at your side. May that crescent-shaped smile of yours, ever reminiscent of a newborn moon—remains beatitude upon your face. Tell, would you herald Christmas by my side?
Magical Christmas wishes from,
Ivory! 🪄☃️
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Forwarded from ALD1 PROJECT! #HitFreakAlarm
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ㅤㅤ˚ ✦ . . ˚ . . ✦ ˚ . ★⋆.
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へ
૮ > <) SHINING LIKE THE STAR
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乀(ˍ, ل ل #AnxinBornToSing 🌟♬
ㅤ⤹ Go grab your ticket at the link below! ⤸
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ㅤㅤ˚ ✦ . . ˚ . . ✦ ˚ . ★⋆.
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へ
૮ > <) SHINING LIKE THE STAR
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UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT 乀(ˍ, ل ل #AnxinBornToSing 🌟♬
Gratuitous and luminescent, he straid towards the limelight and becomes its soul, gleaming above the reach of the stars. ༘⋆
ㅤ⤹ Go grab your ticket at the link below! ⤸
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WWW.ANXIN_SHOW_TIME.TICKET.COM ㅤ
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Forwarded from Palatinate—Yonks: Norbury’s House.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE POST OF AURIC DECEMBER
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen Words Become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTheir Own Constellations
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In the deepest hush of winter’s breath, where lanterns gleam like kept promises: Norbury’s Post Box Wishes awakens.
It calls upon every heart that longs to deliver what speech could not shoulder.. the gratitude left unspoken, the warmth that trembles to be known, the name we whisper into the dark hoping it hears.
This is the corridor where letters transcend paper, where sentiments are escorted by starlight and arrive without ever losing their courage.
Join the passage of these closing days:
26 December — “Gleam of December”
ㅤSend forth your Christmas darlings:
ㅤaffection folded neatly between lines
ㅤof joy.
30 December — “Mirage Midnight Gala”
ㅤRelease a New Year’s vow:
ㅤresolutions, confessions, exhilaration
ㅤdressed in midnight silk.
As the season folds into its quiet glow, let your words enter this amber passageway. In Norbury’s realm, every message finds its shore and returns as gentle solace. Release your letters, and let December settle with what your heart finally lets go.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE POST OF AURIC DECEMBER
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen Words Become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTheir Own Constellations
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In the deepest hush of winter’s breath, where lanterns gleam like kept promises: Norbury’s Post Box Wishes awakens.
It calls upon every heart that longs to deliver what speech could not shoulder.. the gratitude left unspoken, the warmth that trembles to be known, the name we whisper into the dark hoping it hears.
This is the corridor where letters transcend paper, where sentiments are escorted by starlight and arrive without ever losing their courage.
Join the passage of these closing days:
26 December — “Gleam of December”
ㅤSend forth your Christmas darlings:
ㅤaffection folded neatly between lines
ㅤof joy.
30 December — “Mirage Midnight Gala”
ㅤRelease a New Year’s vow:
ㅤresolutions, confessions, exhilaration
ㅤdressed in midnight silk.
As the season folds into its quiet glow, let your words enter this amber passageway. In Norbury’s realm, every message finds its shore and returns as gentle solace. Release your letters, and let December settle with what your heart finally lets go.
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