KHERAELD: Blood & Roots.
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(@Kheraelds.) 𖬺 (@KheraeldBot.)
The root recites every musing about those who are welded by fluid blood. Maroon ink splatters, branches mutter, and yet we remain—never wounded, for amiability prevails despite the ruins.

SFS & HFW. | @KheraeldRobot.ㅤㅤㅤ
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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 @TheRushforth, @HusetTilSorguine, @Kaishusoke, @Monstaesan, @TheMeirhart, @Clarkinside for the commemorative fetes.

ㅤㅤShall 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, @LaMavieVine, @Mistlesoir 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 THE BOYZ VILLAGE.

            flowing skies, a quiet fortune;  🍀 .. )
there’s a certain light that follows him, not of a harsh sun, but of a morning glow filtering through the leaves.

        it’s the ⌗Luck_0f the clover, a
        quiet fortune found not in grand
        gestures but in the $mall, beautiful
        details of life, #MyLuckyHoonDay —finding simple beauty and a quiet, four-leaf seren.dipity everywhere he l∞ked. 🫧 ˳ֹ 𝅄

         | thoughts a gentle cascade of clean,
            interconnected streams.                     |

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Forwarded from THE SCHMIDT.
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ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ(07/08.) THE SCHMIDT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  OPENS IT'S GATES. 📰

In our quaint abode, nestled amidst the serene countryside, we extend an earnest entreaty for those yearning to join our intimate clan. Our familial tapestry is woven with threads of mirth, integrity, and unwavering loyalty, where laughter resonates through the air like a melodious symphony.

ㅤㅤ  ‣ SEARCH FOR THOSE .. ♫

ㅤㅤ HEARTH'S ROOF: Aunts and Uncles.
ㅤㅤ CERTAINLY NOTED: (1990-1999)

ㅤㅤ PILLARS OF YOUTH: The Children.
ㅤㅤ CERTAINLY NOTED: (2000-2003)

The familial tapestries of ours, Woven in resonance as we search for the newest critters to bring a sweet smile. 🪵🏡

Greetings, Schmidt! I am (NAME, @USERNAME), writing a letter to the cozy Schmidt Residence. A mere presence of the opening of your gates, I find a spark igniting in me to register as Schmidt's (MUSE, + LINE.). Thank you in advance, may your days stay warm.


ㅤㅤㅤ TIGHT—KNIT / @SchmidtsRobot. 📮

Together, let us cultivate a sanctuary of warmth and affection, where laughter is abundant, and every member contributes their unique melody to our harmonious existence. The following residents are sleeping cozily at the bedroom, (TAKEN LIST.) The critters happily jump in glee as the bringing of new family comes, Can't wait to see you!

Warm hugs and plenty love,
@TheSchmidts.
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☭. RAISED ON NOISE. POWERED BY CHAOS.
CALLING ALL THE ONES DOWN TO RAISE HELL.

Born To Be The Glitch In Your System.
xXx. 00-20-0025. WE LIGHT THØSE ON FIRE. 🔺

Rebelling to ride with the tribe, Darkness lit by the warmth-of-kin. This was where the forgotten get remembered, and the invisible finally get seen. The spot you've been low-key chasing forever and the thing you've been searching for on quiet nights. We're wrapped in shadow, but don't get it twisted. We are color, too wild to name, too bold to show. Wondering what the fight's for? Thought so! Here it is. Scouting for... ⎋ (Parents: 1985—1993.) (Aunty: 1994—1999) And (The rebels: 2000—2009.) But don't get lost in curiosity, peep what's already locked in on the Taken List. Miss the mark? We'll send you running aimlessly.

Hey Lorths! This feels like the move. I'm claiming my place as (Mother, Father, Aunty, Child), ready to ride with the tribe. Name + @username. (Nama Muse) born in (Line Muse). Accept me… or run. I'm coming either way.

Think you're cut out for this? Then move, don't wait for permission! Just send us your curiosity through @LorthBot. and we'll be waiting for your burning rebellious spirit. Rebels move different. Always have.

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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 @HomeOfSwift @Grimlace @GuildofDvornikov @Hoonsweth @TheHalesworth @EverbloomTales @LaSiegern 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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(🎩.) THE CHOCOLATIER OF AUGUST. 𖦹 °
The 26th Golden Stamp Gleamed Bright,
Unlocking A Caramel-cloaked Domain.

⡊  An elusive summons to a sugared spire,
veiled behind syrup steam and nougat-laced halls. Whispers say he built it all from
licorice dreams and spun mirth : 송민기

[YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED!] 🎫
“Candyman architect,
bard of bonbons, they call him.”

(“#GoldenTicketForMingi”) AUGUST 9
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