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Forwarded from Freedom Through the Realms Whispers: Guild of Clardforge.
today’s lunch was supposed to be just clardforge’s sangwon saying, “Let’s grab something quick,” but i, clardforge's wonbin should’ve known better, it's never gonna be just the two of us. by then clardforge’s youngjae was already saving seats for clardforge's zhanghao who showed up acting like he owned the place. dustborne’s jeno, sakuya, and hanbin came in next, too cool to admit they were actually excited, then solvreith’s gaeul, jeonghyeon, riwoo, anton, and leean followed right after. schouvert’s jeonghan and sarang arrived last, but somehow made it feel like the meal just started.
it felt like time slowed down for us a little. thanks for joining me today 🤍
it felt like time slowed down for us a little. thanks for joining me today 🤍
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ㅤ⚜️✨ Aetheric Salute to the Chosen Kin ✨⚜️
"In the ever-shifting weave of Dust and destiny, the compass of the alethiometer points true to those who walk beside us in silent strength and shadowed loyalty. This moon's turning honors one among us whose daemon shines bright through the mists of the multiverse."
This month's light shines upon: @HouseOfVermillion @RogueLorth @KasteelOfDuisterg
May your path be guarded by Serafina's winds and armored with Iorek's resolve. As the Dust gathers and whispers truths to those who listen, we raise our lanterns to you—our ally, our kin, our Dustborne companion.
To all our kindred souls: Let this mark the turning of time with joy, purpose, and courage. Until the next cycle, may your dæmon walk close, and your heart remain wild.
ㅤ ☽⊱╮ With honor, Legacy Of Dustborne ╭⊰☾
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ㅤ⚜️✨ Aetheric Salute to the Chosen Kin ✨⚜️
"In the ever-shifting weave of Dust and destiny, the compass of the alethiometer points true to those who walk beside us in silent strength and shadowed loyalty. This moon's turning honors one among us whose daemon shines bright through the mists of the multiverse."
This month's light shines upon: @HouseOfVermillion @RogueLorth @KasteelOfDuisterg
May your path be guarded by Serafina's winds and armored with Iorek's resolve. As the Dust gathers and whispers truths to those who listen, we raise our lanterns to you—our ally, our kin, our Dustborne companion.
To all our kindred souls: Let this mark the turning of time with joy, purpose, and courage. Until the next cycle, may your dæmon walk close, and your heart remain wild.
ㅤ ☽⊱╮ With honor, Legacy Of Dustborne ╭⊰☾
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Forwarded from YJFLUENCE: IT/BOY/UNION.
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It's not just virtual but it's the beginning
of all the fantasies that will come true,
starting with the real world and the virtual
world merging into a state-of-the-art century.
Cyberspace, gorgeously formed, brings together the norms and wonders that have come together in perfect form. And yet... we’re still missing some masterpieces that are lost amongst the multitude of colliding satellites.
@YJFLUENCE: OPEN GATE.💫
🌀 “COLLIDE IN THE BEATING PULSE.”
Send the form through @YJFLUENCEBOT
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It's not just virtual but it's the beginning
of all the fantasies that will come true,
starting with the real world and the virtual
world merging into a state-of-the-art century.
Cyberspace, gorgeously formed, brings together the norms and wonders that have come together in perfect form. And yet... we’re still missing some masterpieces that are lost amongst the multitude of colliding satellites.
@YJFLUENCE: OPEN GATE.
Hello There! I’m (name & username) interested in being part of @YJFLUENCE, I will follow all the selection that will be held. Much Obliged.
Send the form through @YJFLUENCEBOT
(function cyberspaceSimulation() {
const dataStream = "010101010011011001010100101001011001010";
let i = 0;
console.log(">> Initiating cyberspace link...");
const interval = setInterval(() => {
const line = dataStream
.split('')
.map(() => (Math.random() > 0.5 ? "0" : "1"))
.join('');
console.log(`[ACCESS] ${line}`);
i++;
if (i >= 20) {
clearInterval(interval);
console.log(">> Connection stabilized.");
console.log(">> Welcome to the grid.");
}
}, 200);
})();ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Today Zhōu’s Jake and Dustborne’s Jay decided to hit the boxing gym. We started the day with some warm-ups, stretching and getting our bodies ready, before moving on to the real fun part—sparring against each other. At first it felt light and playful, but soon we got into it, throwing punches back and forth like it was an actual boxing match. The sound of gloves hitting, the little laughs in between, and even the sting from the hits made the whole thing feel so real. It was tough, a little painful here and there, but way too fun to stop. Honestly, moments like these remind us why trying out new things together is always worth it.
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Forwarded from Wyrmharrow; The Aureate Affliction of the Lunar Scion.
⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 🐺 THROUGH THE DENSE THICKETS
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A SYMPHONY OF HOWL RESONATES ─┄ 🫀
‣ . . A timeless call riseth from the gold-eyed guardians of twilight, noble beings hallowed by the Moon’s gentle blessing, who wander forth in solemn grace seeking the tender shapes of Sire and Dame, the steadfast arms of Uncle and Aunt, and the guiding light of the Elder Sibling whose wisdom shineth as dawn upon the darkened vale; and lo, their dusken howls ascend unto the firmament, a hymn of longing and remembrance, yearning not for dominion but for hearth and kin, where blood and bond are twined as roots beneath the ancient oak, till at last they find the family writ for them by fate beneath the eternal watch of twilight's silver flame.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE HOWLING CROWN
⠀ ⠀ between 1980-1995
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT
⠀ ⠀ between 1996-1998
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE WARG HEIR
⠀ ⠀ between 1999-2002
Wandering through the emerald expanse, they stray ‘neath ancient boughs and o’er meandering streams, ascending rugged hills and shadowed crags, in search of kindred souls with whom to share both mirth and dole. The forest, in hushed breath, whispereth timeless tales of unity and fate, bidding them press onward upon their sacred quest for bond and belonging. Yet the hand of the muse remaineth veiled, her name unspoken, her countenance hidden, that mystery may ever guide their steps beneath the silent watch of the Moon. Hearken, ye who feel the stir of the Moon’s call within thy breast. If thou wouldst seek thy place amidst the kin of twilight and prove thy worth as child of the wolf, then step forth without fear. Enter the sacred hall prepared for the choosing, wherein thy spirit shall be weighed and thy courage known. Follow the path through this gate → {nd be reckon'd among those who dare to claim the blood and bond of the Wolfkind}
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Duskveil Horizon,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 🐺 THROUGH THE DENSE THICKETS
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A SYMPHONY OF HOWL RESONATES ─┄ 🫀
‣ . . A timeless call riseth from the gold-eyed guardians of twilight, noble beings hallowed by the Moon’s gentle blessing, who wander forth in solemn grace seeking the tender shapes of Sire and Dame, the steadfast arms of Uncle and Aunt, and the guiding light of the Elder Sibling whose wisdom shineth as dawn upon the darkened vale; and lo, their dusken howls ascend unto the firmament, a hymn of longing and remembrance, yearning not for dominion but for hearth and kin, where blood and bond are twined as roots beneath the ancient oak, till at last they find the family writ for them by fate beneath the eternal watch of twilight's silver flame.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE HOWLING CROWN
⠀ ⠀ between 1980-1995
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT
⠀ ⠀ between 1996-1998
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE WARG HEIR
⠀ ⠀ between 1999-2002
Wandering through the emerald expanse, they stray ‘neath ancient boughs and o’er meandering streams, ascending rugged hills and shadowed crags, in search of kindred souls with whom to share both mirth and dole. The forest, in hushed breath, whispereth timeless tales of unity and fate, bidding them press onward upon their sacred quest for bond and belonging. Yet the hand of the muse remaineth veiled, her name unspoken, her countenance hidden, that mystery may ever guide their steps beneath the silent watch of the Moon. Hearken, ye who feel the stir of the Moon’s call within thy breast. If thou wouldst seek thy place amidst the kin of twilight and prove thy worth as child of the wolf, then step forth without fear. Enter the sacred hall prepared for the choosing, wherein thy spirit shall be weighed and thy courage known. Follow the path through this gate → {nd be reckon'd among those who dare to claim the blood and bond of the Wolfkind}
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Duskveil Horizon,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow