Forwarded from Fateful Bond: String of Scarvaine.
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ㅤㅤ Briefly relations in intermixture
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(... ▓) Achievement pathways thus endearing endless moments, they desire celebration in prompt of actions which implied by this happiness happening. Timestamps to acknowledge the achievement in having far ahead. Regards of all matters, choosing all together and looking back in mesmerized, you have gone ‘this far. Henceforthcoming stars that align by months, lettering this congratulations in many pleasures as this date, thou wilt upon special day of the month-or-even year.
𝘖𝘩! 𝘛𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 @MaisonDeMonroe. Having another month together, staying harmonious. Happiness is a chance change, and every path taken can be thought ever again. May this exceptional experience within your guild may bring thou to another peace and prosperity.
Sincerely, Stringed By,
@StringofScarvaine..
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ㅤㅤ Briefly relations in intermixture
of deliberately: 00/00
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(... ▓) Achievement pathways thus endearing endless moments, they desire celebration in prompt of actions which implied by this happiness happening. Timestamps to acknowledge the achievement in having far ahead. Regards of all matters, choosing all together and looking back in mesmerized, you have gone ‘this far. Henceforthcoming stars that align by months, lettering this congratulations in many pleasures as this date, thou wilt upon special day of the month-or-even year.
𝘖𝘩! 𝘛𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 @MaisonDeMonroe. Having another month together, staying harmonious. Happiness is a chance change, and every path taken can be thought ever again. May this exceptional experience within your guild may bring thou to another peace and prosperity.
Sincerely, Stringed By,
@StringofScarvaine..
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Forwarded from Bloodline Morsevic: The Cursed Castle.
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𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✇
𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒
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❲ . . . . ❳ The communion uphold sacred decay bound by thorn, fidelity too ancient to name. In the periphery of digital ruin, your names flare quietly like sigils inked in dusk, still pulsings, warm. You are consecrated.
@MaisonDeMonroe @SJofficiall @TheHearst @MonsterWishers @TheLichtheim @EXILEROLE
In this blighted interstice between time and memory, we offer benediction who remain: embalmed marrowbound, tenure of mythos coalesced camaraderie, etched into oubliettes that predate daylight.
++77 ▸ Persist vellichorian
stillness votive flame within catacomb timeline forgets
too easily.
𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 ✇
𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒
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❲ . . . . ❳ The communion uphold sacred decay bound by thorn, fidelity too ancient to name. In the periphery of digital ruin, your names flare quietly like sigils inked in dusk, still pulsings, warm. You are consecrated.
@MaisonDeMonroe @SJofficiall @TheHearst @MonsterWishers @TheLichtheim @EXILEROLE
In this blighted interstice between time and memory, we offer benediction who remain: embalmed marrowbound, tenure of mythos coalesced camaraderie, etched into oubliettes that predate daylight.
++77 ▸ Persist vellichorian
stillness votive flame within catacomb timeline forgets
too easily.
Forwarded from TeenBuds
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─── ✶ ASTRAL SANCTUARY:
Unlocking The Secrets Of The Universe
Under the Constellation’s Gaze A tapestry of stars, woven not by fate alone, but by the gentle gravity of friendship. To our dearest neighbors; @MaisonDeMonroe.
From the heart of @TeenBuds, we send stardust and soft light across this shared sky. Like constellations etched into the cosmos, the bonds we share are timeless—silent, radiant, and always present.
As this mensiversary dawns, we honor the brilliance of your presence. May your paths continue to align with joy, may your laughter echo among the stars, and may the constellation of your camaraderie never dim. No matter the distance between our stars, we remain part of the same sky.
With cosmic affection,
@TeenBuds.
Forwarded from Of Tints and Homes: Greesacht Familia.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(28th November.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @maisondemonroe, @thesveic and @AmphitriteCosmic. who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(28th November.) : Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?
It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @maisondemonroe, @thesveic and @AmphitriteCosmic. who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.
Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
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🗡 .. ╱ 28:11 ╱ THE STAGE LIGHT FLICKERED LIKE A DYING HEART, CASTING SHADOWS THAT DANCED ALONG THE WALLS OF THE HOUSE OF HEARTH .. ╱
“a theater that once burned with
laughter, now breathing only smoke
and memory.”
، ˖︶꒷꒦🪞 ྀ۪۪۪ ... The curtains hung heavy, soaked in whispers. The chandeliers swayed to a rhythm long forgotten, their glass eyes glinting like mourners. @thesveic @MaisonDeMonroe moved through the dusted aisles, where every seat still faced the ghost of a final act ▒░▒ 🕯🪽ྀ♩᳝ )
＼ @FlameOfIgnarev ／
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🗡 .. ╱ 28:11 ╱ THE STAGE LIGHT FLICKERED LIKE A DYING HEART, CASTING SHADOWS THAT DANCED ALONG THE WALLS OF THE HOUSE OF HEARTH .. ╱
“a theater that once burned with
laughter, now breathing only smoke
and memory.”
، ˖︶꒷꒦🪞 ྀ۪۪۪ ... The curtains hung heavy, soaked in whispers. The chandeliers swayed to a rhythm long forgotten, their glass eyes glinting like mourners. @thesveic @MaisonDeMonroe moved through the dusted aisles, where every seat still faced the ghost of a final act ▒░▒ 🕯🪽ྀ♩᳝ )
＼ @FlameOfIgnarev ／
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In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.
Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @CasaSolmare.
Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.
Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe
Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @CasaSolmare.
Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.
Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe
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Forwarded from DOPE SHELTER OF THE SVEIC.
Monroe’s Hanjin and Lachaise’s Haruna set out tonight with one noble mission: to rescue Sveic’s Haum from a mood that had taken a deep dive. The plan was simple—slow walk, night air, maybe grab a sweet drink, and call it a success. But of course, life rarely follows simple scripts.
On their way back, Hanjin spotted a strange-looking street snack—odd, suspicious, yet somehow tempting enough to try. Haruna and Haum both warned him, but Hanjin insisted on buying it anyway.
A few minutes after taking a bite, disaster struck. Hanjin felt something very wrong brewing in his stomach, and the three of them immediately decided to head home to treat the stomachache he earned from his reckless culinary curiosity.
A peaceful night walk turned into an emergency retreat—but at least they went through the chaos together.
On their way back, Hanjin spotted a strange-looking street snack—odd, suspicious, yet somehow tempting enough to try. Haruna and Haum both warned him, but Hanjin insisted on buying it anyway.
A few minutes after taking a bite, disaster struck. Hanjin felt something very wrong brewing in his stomach, and the three of them immediately decided to head home to treat the stomachache he earned from his reckless culinary curiosity.
A peaceful night walk turned into an emergency retreat—but at least they went through the chaos together.
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Forwarded from Casa De Diaz "Legacy In The Dark"
there's a rare kind of serenity that settles over a saturday night spent by DIAZ'S KEONHO and MONROE'S YUHA in a dimly lit café. where warm lights shimmer like quiet constellations and soft music drifts through the air as if time itself has slowed to listen. with every shared glance and unhurried conversation, the world beyond the windows fades, leaving only the gentle comfort of being here, together. tonight feels less like a routine weekend and more like a beautifully crafted pause, an evening wrapped in warmth, tender laughter, and the subtle magic of simply choosing each other in the hush of the night.
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In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.
Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @afrodistrella.
Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.
Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe
Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @afrodistrella.
Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.
Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe
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