Forwarded from The Heritage of Cherrilane.
The First Orchard Gate Of Cherrilanes:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ A Gathering Beneath the Cherry Sun 🍒
The scent of ripe cherries carried by dawn’s breath, the soil humming secrets of old summers. (‘&.) Somewhere beyond the misted valley, a gate of wood and blush petals creaks open — bidding thee welcome home.
This is not merely a tale of harvest and laughter, but of kinship — how hearts, like vines, intertwine and bear fruit through time. Come, traveler, take thy basket and join the orchard folk; let warmth return to thy hands once more.
ㅤㅤ🌸 ELDER GARDENERS
️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️(OLDER FIGURE)
• Parents Figure (1985–1995)
• Aunty and Uncle (1996–1999)
ㅤㅤ🍒 YOUNG SAPLINGS
(CHILDREN FIGURE)
• Eldest Line (2000–2003)
• Middlest Line (2004–2006)
• Youngest Line (2007–2011)
When twilight falls and the orchard glows, send the message to @cherrilaneebot and see who already tends the trees on the sweet taken list. The fields await thee, lantern in hand, laughter in heart — let the cherry gates open once more.
ㅤㅤ Petals Inked By, @cherrilane. 🍒
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ A Gathering Beneath the Cherry Sun 🍒
The scent of ripe cherries carried by dawn’s breath, the soil humming secrets of old summers. (‘&.) Somewhere beyond the misted valley, a gate of wood and blush petals creaks open — bidding thee welcome home.
This is not merely a tale of harvest and laughter, but of kinship — how hearts, like vines, intertwine and bear fruit through time. Come, traveler, take thy basket and join the orchard folk; let warmth return to thy hands once more.
ㅤㅤ🌸 ELDER GARDENERS
️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️ ️️(OLDER FIGURE)
• Parents Figure (1985–1995)
• Aunty and Uncle (1996–1999)
ㅤㅤ🍒 YOUNG SAPLINGS
(CHILDREN FIGURE)
• Eldest Line (2000–2003)
• Middlest Line (2004–2006)
• Youngest Line (2007–2011)
With all my heart, I, (your username), vow to honor the heart of Cherrilane Heritage.
With (your muse) as my chosen form, born in the year (your line), I offer my soul, my words, and my quiet loyalty to the home that lives through grace, art, and everlasting warmth.When twilight falls and the orchard glows, send the message to @cherrilaneebot and see who already tends the trees on the sweet taken list. The fields await thee, lantern in hand, laughter in heart — let the cherry gates open once more.
ㅤㅤ Petals Inked By, @cherrilane. 🍒
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Shall 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 @teezelt and @TheWilkins for the commemorative fetes.
Shall 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.
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 Genesis of Omen.
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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 @Ellvius, @Loudrios, @TheEdurne, @RuhmerAhl, @Schouvert, @HouseOfLuthien, @TheLachaise, 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 Genesis of Omen.
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Forwarded from Sunrise on the Reaping: The Runeshard Household 🏹
⠀⠀⚔🛡 THE TRIAL HAS BEGUN 🛡⚔
❝ For those who stand not
above, but beside. ❞
We, the District Kin, are opening limited entry for selected individuals to join the movement. The Capitol will not decide who we are — we do. In this house, your worth isn't measured by noise, but by presence. By choice. By loyalty. By the quiet strength to stay.
We are seeking the following roles:
┊ ✦ PARENTAL FIGURE
(1985–1995)
steady hands, soft authority,
the quiet reason in the storm.
To Apply, Submit this Format to @RuneshardBot. Each district has its own position. Let’s survive—loudly, or in silence—but together.
Salutations, Kinfolk. With all my heart and soul I declare that I am (Name / @username), using (Muse + Line muse) as my face. I wish to join as a Parental. Regardless of what lies ahead, I pledge to move with loyalty, not just to the house, but to those within it⚔️ We await your arrival at the border.
Our house doesn’t promise ease.
But it promises truth, endurance, and belonging.
⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𖥸 The Quiet Rebellion
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ The District Kin 𖥸
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ @TheRuneshard
Forwarded from IDIDITY. #PushBackWithIDID
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𖥏𓈓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐖𝐄’𝐋𝐋
𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋
We aspire not to sink beneath the sluice, but to keep vigil upon our threshold, brick-walled and moored upon our own shore. The final tread behind us has fractured into dust; no ebb remains, no bolt-hole beckons rearward. Headlong is the only verb left. Onward is the sole decree.
And as we stride forth, let it be witnessed: we do not yield / we do not fall / we do not lose. 𐂥’.
20-11-2025,
#𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐃
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𖥏𓈓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐖𝐄’𝐋𝐋
𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋
We aspire not to sink beneath the sluice, but to keep vigil upon our threshold, brick-walled and moored upon our own shore. The final tread behind us has fractured into dust; no ebb remains, no bolt-hole beckons rearward. Headlong is the only verb left. Onward is the sole decree.
And as we stride forth, let it be witnessed: we do not yield / we do not fall / we do not lose. 𐂥’.
20-11-2025,
#𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐃
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Forwarded from IDIDITY. #PushBackWithIDID
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
✶ The gloom of the chamber was cloaked in frost, engulfed by tumult / All things were sealed within a glacial chill; instruments and vocals descended further and further, the final reverberations of an aged stage imprisoned in the frigid atmosphere. Yet something defied—a subtle throb, gradually rousing, longing to be freed. Fissures emerged, one by one, until radiance ultimately cleaved through the rime, rending the stillness asunder.
This is the instant for us to fuse as one.
And as every stratum of frost splintered, the atmosphere detonated with resonance, the clash of percussion, the wail of guitar strings, vocals resisting suppression. #PushBackWithIDID, summoning all who aspire to unbind themselves, to ascend and liberate their spirits alongside us.
𐘃ㅤ┉───ㅤ
“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅
𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐀.”
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───┉ (❆)
The long vigil stretched on until the 20th dawn of November, a silence dense enough to freeze the air itself. IDID stirred once more. PUSH BACK rose from beneath the frost, a surge of melody and vision forged to fracture the world’s calm façade 🎸. If your voice wavers and you seek a force to stand with you, call upon us through @IDIDITYbot.
Our shards, likewise, dissipated and unified, modestly becoming whole with @meowchine. We assemble the spirits who have stayed devoted to us: @eylmo, @YONGHOOHN, @EastLights, @faltlen, @Yonghnoon, @wkonbinpark, and @wonnbean. With utmost earnestness, we extend our profound appreciation.

✶ The gloom of the chamber was cloaked in frost, engulfed by tumult / All things were sealed within a glacial chill; instruments and vocals descended further and further, the final reverberations of an aged stage imprisoned in the frigid atmosphere. Yet something defied—a subtle throb, gradually rousing, longing to be freed. Fissures emerged, one by one, until radiance ultimately cleaved through the rime, rending the stillness asunder.
This is the instant for us to fuse as one.
And as every stratum of frost splintered, the atmosphere detonated with resonance, the clash of percussion, the wail of guitar strings, vocals resisting suppression. #PushBackWithIDID, summoning all who aspire to unbind themselves, to ascend and liberate their spirits alongside us.
𐘃ㅤ┉───ㅤ
“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅
𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐀.”
MP4. | PNG.
───┉ (❆)
The long vigil stretched on until the 20th dawn of November, a silence dense enough to freeze the air itself. IDID stirred once more. PUSH BACK rose from beneath the frost, a surge of melody and vision forged to fracture the world’s calm façade 🎸. If your voice wavers and you seek a force to stand with you, call upon us through @IDIDITYbot.
Our shards, likewise, dissipated and unified, modestly becoming whole with @meowchine. We assemble the spirits who have stayed devoted to us: @eylmo, @YONGHOOHN, @EastLights, @faltlen, @Yonghnoon, @wkonbinpark, and @wonnbean. With utmost earnestness, we extend our profound appreciation.