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 1998-2006 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 1998-2006 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 DISBAND. (FREE UNSUBS)
( 🩸 ) like paper dolls left in the rain, colors fading into silence this space turns on quiet bargains & passing hands.
The season bends differently now—what better time to enter the play no curtain can contain? If not you, then who will hold the mask? The strings are tightening, the stage is waiting, and sorrow is already listening.
The chandeliers sway, violins weep without touch, and shadows bow in empty seats. Step nearer, wanderer—@HellowithenFamilia keeps the doors ajar. Cross the threshold, lend your heartbeat to the act, and become part of the sorrow that never ends.
Here, the performance hunts for new voices— 1999–2010 liners, no twins, no mirrored doubles—to inherit the script scrawled in ash. Seventeen or not, the theater accepts all who dare bow to the silence (TAKEN LIST).
The curtain rises, the strings tighten, and the sorrow waits in silence.
The season bends differently now—what better time to enter the play no curtain can contain? If not you, then who will hold the mask? The strings are tightening, the stage is waiting, and sorrow is already listening.
The chandeliers sway, violins weep without touch, and shadows bow in empty seats. Step nearer, wanderer—@HellowithenFamilia keeps the doors ajar. Cross the threshold, lend your heartbeat to the act, and become part of the sorrow that never ends.
Here, the performance hunts for new voices— 1999–2010 liners, no twins, no mirrored doubles—to inherit the script scrawled in ash. Seventeen or not, the theater accepts all who dare bow to the silence (TAKEN LIST).
What entered through the cracked proscenium was not actor nor guest, but sorrow itself *your muse + line and your id* painted in wax and wound in strings. This is The Exhibit of Sorrows, where grief performs endlessly, and applause never fades. (@helloowithenbot)
The curtain rises, the strings tighten, and the sorrow waits in silence.
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Forwarded from CLYBORNE DISBAND
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⠀ ⠀ ÉNOUEMENT QUANTUM / MMXXIV
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀────────
⠀ ⠀ Numinous Entreaty Trajected Into
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Arenose Scabbard For Those
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ Scourge Mishpocha.
Miscellaneous excerpt promulgated towards phosphenes oculus which yearn for unforeseen momentum crafted in paramount and benevolence bond enmeshed equilibrium. Foudroyant Prognosis, @TheClyborne postulated decretum to solemn rummage about residents might dwelled innards of spellbound household then enquire into arcane sphere. Nevermore to doubt the decency possessed in Sapientia Compendium divulged through hindsight. Chance upon scope to seek for pivotal essence as it shall be part our our recital
🆒 Ensure to consider as piece of
🆒 memoir, nevertheless we should
🆒 not allow identical illusory beneath
🆒 same roof. Thus, scrutinized
🆒 repleted position. Stratagem forged
🆒 to aid you to settle.
Afterwards, submitted your clairvoyance spell towards our majestic proxy home, then sourire simultaneously engraved in-depth of marrow. May asterism collided into our manor as it will evolve to byzantine end point.
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⠀ ⠀ ÉNOUEMENT QUANTUM / MMXXIV
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀────────
⠀ ⠀ Numinous Entreaty Trajected Into
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Arenose Scabbard For Those
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ Scourge Mishpocha.
Miscellaneous excerpt promulgated towards phosphenes oculus which yearn for unforeseen momentum crafted in paramount and benevolence bond enmeshed equilibrium. Foudroyant Prognosis, @TheClyborne postulated decretum to solemn rummage about residents might dwelled innards of spellbound household then enquire into arcane sphere. Nevermore to doubt the decency possessed in Sapientia Compendium divulged through hindsight. Chance upon scope to seek for pivotal essence as it shall be part our our recital
• Father Figure (1980–1990)
• Uncle and Aunty Figure (1993–1999)
• Children (2000–2009)
Afterwards, submitted your clairvoyance spell towards our majestic proxy home, then sourire simultaneously engraved in-depth of marrow. May asterism collided into our manor as it will evolve to byzantine end point.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ THROUGH. / THE. / GLOWING.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤBLUE-GATE.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ( Tuesday, 16 September 2025 )
Our journey began deep within an ancient forest, where the canopy of emerald leaves whispered tales long forgotten. Hidden beneath shade was a narrow path quiet, untouched, and waiting! At its end stood a glowing blue portal, (... 🪻) humming gently with the kind of magic that only hearts still enough to dream can feel.
Happy mensiversary our dwellers: @HouseOfEtherhail, @TheMordis, @Woncrest, @TheMorseviic. We were strangers once, each carrying our own beginning. But stepping through that portal stitched our paths into a tale! One filled with quiet warmth, and the kind of belonging you don’t always find, but somehow found us. (Here’s to more moments, more pages, and more wonders yet to bloom.)
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ㅤWith stardust beneath stories in hand
ㅤfrom your roaming soul, @HouseOfLuthien. 🗝️
ㅤㅤ THROUGH. / THE. / GLOWING.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤBLUE-GATE.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ( Tuesday, 16 September 2025 )
Our journey began deep within an ancient forest, where the canopy of emerald leaves whispered tales long forgotten. Hidden beneath shade was a narrow path quiet, untouched, and waiting! At its end stood a glowing blue portal, (... 🪻) humming gently with the kind of magic that only hearts still enough to dream can feel.
Happy mensiversary our dwellers: @HouseOfEtherhail, @TheMordis, @Woncrest, @TheMorseviic. We were strangers once, each carrying our own beginning. But stepping through that portal stitched our paths into a tale! One filled with quiet warmth, and the kind of belonging you don’t always find, but somehow found us. (Here’s to more moments, more pages, and more wonders yet to bloom.)
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ㅤWith stardust beneath stories in hand
ㅤfrom your roaming soul, @HouseOfLuthien. 🗝️
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Forwarded from Home of Swift: Hymn-weaver of Times.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤAND MAYBE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ \
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THING IS THAT LOVE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/
ㅤㅤCAN MAKE YOU MORE
ㅤㅤLIKE YOU’RE HOME.
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Tender embrace of family, we often face the challenge of losing our melodic essence amidst life’s symphony. Yet, when @HomeOfSwift opens the door to creative expression, it calls us to unveil our innermost sentiments and share our unique voices. We seek a diverse cast to bring this artistic vision to life. We invite participants born between:
BY PRESSING THE FOLLOWING BUTTON
Maybe This’s the House You’re Looking For.
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤAND MAYBE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ \
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THING IS THAT LOVE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ/
ㅤㅤCAN MAKE YOU MORE
ㅤㅤLIKE YOU’RE HOME.
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Tender embrace of family, we often face the challenge of losing our melodic essence amidst life’s symphony. Yet, when @HomeOfSwift opens the door to creative expression, it calls us to unveil our innermost sentiments and share our unique voices. We seek a diverse cast to bring this artistic vision to life. We invite participants born between:
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤWHAT EXACTLY WHERE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤLOOKING FOR?ㅤㅤㅤ
1980 - 1995: PARENTAL FIGURES.
1996 - 1998: AUNTS & UNCLES.
1999 - 2002: ELDEST CHILD.
2003 - 2005: MIDDLE CHILD.
2006 - 2010: YOUNGEST SIBLING.
BY PRESSING THE FOLLOWING BUTTON
Maybe This’s the House You’re Looking For.
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Forwarded from TEEZ—BON #Adrenaline
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ㅤㅤㅤ ” ㅤ AT THE HOUR WHEN LIGHT
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ DIES, SOMETHING RISES,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ NOT REBORN, BUT REMADE
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ IN IT’S OWN ASHES. „
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ🔗 🔗 🔗
ㅤ ㅤ Ashes drift where gravity forgets its
ㅤ ㅤ name, silver motes folding through
ㅤ ㅤ the air as though the sky itself
ㅤ ㅤ exhales. The light does not wait for
ㅤ ㅤ them; it blooms slowly, as if
ㅤ ㅤ conjured from the memory of fire,
ㅤ ㅤ as if every shard of ruin has always
ㅤ ㅤ carried its own glow. #AshesToLight
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ(THERE IS NO ASCENT
ㅤ ㅤ OR,🔗 ' .. DESCENT)
ㅤㅤㅤ ” ㅤ AT THE HOUR WHEN LIGHT
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ DIES, SOMETHING RISES,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ NOT REBORN, BUT REMADE
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ IN IT’S OWN ASHES. „
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ
ㅤ ㅤ Ashes drift where gravity forgets its
ㅤ ㅤ name, silver motes folding through
ㅤ ㅤ the air as though the sky itself
ㅤ ㅤ exhales. The light does not wait for
ㅤ ㅤ them; it blooms slowly, as if
ㅤ ㅤ conjured from the memory of fire,
ㅤ ㅤ as if every shard of ruin has always
ㅤ ㅤ carried its own glow. #AshesToLight
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ(THERE IS NO ASCENT
ㅤ ㅤ OR,
only the hush of becoming, a passage from one form to another. ASHES TO LIGHT, the world remade in the breath between destruction and wonder, time loosens its grip.ㅤ
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Forwarded from Kittage. #OnceUponKiiiKiii
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AMARAETHER MIRIDICAL. ˚ ♡ ⊹
Caelestis papillons hearts soared in
lovelorn of Lee Sumin carriage
provoked towards ephemeral sillage
and saturnine entwined reverently.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.
𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍
𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄.
· · • • • ✤ • • • · ·
✧ #SolStarrySoiree! ✧
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AMARAETHER MIRIDICAL. ˚ ♡ ⊹
Caelestis papillons hearts soared in
lovelorn of Lee Sumin carriage
provoked towards ephemeral sillage
and saturnine entwined reverently.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒.
𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍
𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄.
· · • • • ✤ • • • · ·
✧ #SolStarrySoiree! ✧
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