Forwarded from &TWIBBON. #MunchWithJulyz!
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LAYERS OF LOVE, BENTO OF JOY % ›
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for JO and NICHOLAS
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𖦹 ִ ˑ 𖥻 A gentle breeze, laughter in the air, and bento boxes wrapped with care, sunshine meets sweet moments under the sky. 🌿 🍱 ✨
Every bite tells a story, every smile
adds color. Here's to a day stitched in joy.
♡⠀⋅⠀⩇⩇:⩇⩇ 🌸 𒀭 ʬʬʬ.nichojo.com ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪
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LAYERS OF LOVE, BENTO OF JOY % ›
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𖤘 The #MunchWithJulyz 🍱 🍡for JO and NICHOLAS
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𖦹 ִ ˑ 𖥻 A gentle breeze, laughter in the air, and bento boxes wrapped with care, sunshine meets sweet moments under the sky. 🌿 🍱 ✨
Every bite tells a story, every smile
adds color. Here's to a day stitched in joy.
♡⠀⋅⠀⩇⩇:⩇⩇ 🌸 𒀭 ʬʬʬ.nichojo.com ⋆ Ꮺ ָ࣪
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @TheDeities, @GeislerVoyager, @TheVelthrone, @TheSchmidts, @OdWendissel, @BloodOfAlbrecht, @LaMavieVine, for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Forwarded from 𖹭 wide shell-pink, blissette. x🩷
each garment breathes a
faded reverie, veiled in lace,
petal-pink tones, and silken
softness—whispering a lullaby
of storybook 📓👛 enchantment in
every gossamer sigh of style
and wistful wonder.mp4
⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ☆ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹
“this dulcet allure, within
a sphere replete with
visions and the warmth
of solicitude.” ♡.ᐟ. . . . ✷
Forwarded from Ashes of the Dragon-heart: House of Vermillion.
The gates of the House of Vermillion now creak open—slow and solemn—as the ancient fire stirs once more. Within these hallowed halls, the echoes of dragons whisper to the worthy, calling forth those bold enough to wield the inferno.
WE'RE SEARCHING FOR :
🔥 PARENTS (88-94)🔥 AUNTY UNCLE (95-99)🔥 OLDEST (00-03)🔥 MIDDLE (04-06)🔥 YOUNGEST (07-10).
Kindly check our taken list before entering.
Amidst the dangerous realms where fire dance, I, (name), hearken thy presence from the abyss. Let @username engage in a shadow union, our souls entwined by the wind threads of destiny. Blessed by the light (your muse), shrouded in the ebony embrace of the year (your birth year), I implore thee to join me in an brave adventure.
We extend invite you to be part of us by sending the following format to @Vermillionrobot, hoping you unveil your genuine self as a bold dragon overflowing with unyielding tenacity.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @EverbloomTales, @TheHalesworth, @LaSiegern, @Hoonsweth, for the commemorative fetes.
ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Forwarded from Cool Moms.
It's Wednesday morning and we;
Blanc's Mama, Soigné's Mimiy, Faite's Mami, Mylde's Mami, Schum's Macha, Stahl's Ibu, and Raeld's Mamim are off for a walk because.. why not? Just one photo out of 7 hearts walking together, a little slice of peace before we dive back into the chaos. 🤣 The kids are (hopefully) safe with their aunts and uncles for a while, and we moms are out for a bit of well-deserved refreshing and catching up. Sometimes all we need is fresh air and a spice of weirdness, indeed.
Blanc's Mama, Soigné's Mimiy, Faite's Mami, Mylde's Mami, Schum's Macha, Stahl's Ibu, and Raeld's Mamim are off for a walk because.. why not? Just one photo out of 7 hearts walking together, a little slice of peace before we dive back into the chaos. 🤣 The kids are (hopefully) safe with their aunts and uncles for a while, and we moms are out for a bit of well-deserved refreshing and catching up. Sometimes all we need is fresh air and a spice of weirdness, indeed.
Forwarded from The Wendissle Records: “A Secrets In Dusted Ink.”
🔎 OFFICIAL NEWSPAPER:
WENDISSLE, TO LONDON. 📰
Case Reference: WENDISSLE-RECRUIT-0525
From the Private Archives of House Wendissle
Location: Confidential. Network Secure.
Status: NEW RECRUITS REQUIRED.
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In a city draped in fog and veiled intent, where names carry weight and truth is seldom gentle, the House of Wendissle calls forth its next attitude of minds. Born not of title, but of precision and character, the lineage persists, measured, elusive, and unshaken. For what lies ahead demands more than curiosity; it requires clarity.
✢ The Parental Royal (Only Mother) (1980–1993)
✣ The Crowned Aunts & Uncles (1994–1999)
✤ The Lineage of Future Tomorrow (2000–2003)
We investigate what others miss. We trace every anomaly in silence. Should you feel summoned calm, collected, and willing to step into a web of layered truths. Then submit your presence at @WendisselBot:
The files await. The door is ajar.
But only the true may pass.
Signed under seal,
The Chamber of Observers
@OdWendissel.
WENDISSLE, TO LONDON. 📰
Case Reference: WENDISSLE-RECRUIT-0525
From the Private Archives of House Wendissle
Location: Confidential. Network Secure.
Status: NEW RECRUITS REQUIRED.
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In a city draped in fog and veiled intent, where names carry weight and truth is seldom gentle, the House of Wendissle calls forth its next attitude of minds. Born not of title, but of precision and character, the lineage persists, measured, elusive, and unshaken. For what lies ahead demands more than curiosity; it requires clarity.
✢ The Parental Royal (Only Mother) (1980–1993)
✣ The Crowned Aunts & Uncles (1994–1999)
✤ The Lineage of Future Tomorrow (2000–2003)
We investigate what others miss. We trace every anomaly in silence. Should you feel summoned calm, collected, and willing to step into a web of layered truths. Then submit your presence at @WendisselBot:
#DETECTIVE, herewith I, (your name), submit my rightful place within the Lineage, to stand among the annals of (PARENTS / AUNTS & UNCLES / CHILDREN), under the distinction of (your muse) whose chronicle first bore ink in the year (year of your muse). Let this serve as formal declaration that logic precedes legacy, and the figure chosen bears the merit of precision and presence.
The files await. The door is ajar.
But only the true may pass.
Signed under seal,
The Chamber of Observers
@OdWendissel.