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ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @SerenityOfEnami, @TheDeadIock & @TheRedfern. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @SerenityOfEnami, @TheDeadIock & @TheRedfern. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
Forwarded from the pendleton: return to roots!
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ㅤㅤ ╱... latent summons unriddles, enticing essences through epochs who aspire to be involved in sonorous of hearthside snugness. tacit conjuration resounds through the environs we dwell—summoning clasp the ethos of congenial coexistence, establish unions that beyond prosaic, and etch our idiosyncratic chronicles of warmth and kinship.
for those congruence with the familial bonds and the bewitchment intricately embroidered into the quotidien fabric, with ardency and fervency, we proffer this invocation and rally portrayers born between 1992—1995 for AUNTS and UNCLES, and those born between 1996—2010 for SONS and DAUGHTERS, to unite with us and manage a conserve sandwich jointly! we raise a toast, "come join us!"—make sure your muse isn't on the taken list (https://t.me/pendledossier/322). succinct exclamation to commence this communal sojourn where the quintessence of family resides not solely in abode, yet within the conjoint saga of life's escapades awaiting revelation.
ㅤㅤ ⓘ ... inclusion questionnaire: "
ㅤㅤㅤregards, @thependleton.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ╱... latent summons unriddles, enticing essences through epochs who aspire to be involved in sonorous of hearthside snugness. tacit conjuration resounds through the environs we dwell—summoning clasp the ethos of congenial coexistence, establish unions that beyond prosaic, and etch our idiosyncratic chronicles of warmth and kinship.
for those congruence with the familial bonds and the bewitchment intricately embroidered into the quotidien fabric, with ardency and fervency, we proffer this invocation and rally portrayers born between 1992—1995 for AUNTS and UNCLES, and those born between 1996—2010 for SONS and DAUGHTERS, to unite with us and manage a conserve sandwich jointly! we raise a toast, "come join us!"—make sure your muse isn't on the taken list (https://t.me/pendledossier/322). succinct exclamation to commence this communal sojourn where the quintessence of family resides not solely in abode, yet within the conjoint saga of life's escapades awaiting revelation.
ㅤㅤ ⓘ ... inclusion questionnaire: "
salute, pendleton! hailing the kick-off of the foremost member initiation, i, @USERNAME the chiaroscurist of MUSE NAME, am primed to inaugurate the examination to be part of pendleton and concoct marmalde-filled sandwich delicacies!" presented to; @thependlebot.ㅤㅤㅤregards, @thependleton.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✼ 𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.
Not empty, not cold—ㅤㅤbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toㅤㅤcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleㅤof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ㅤㅤㅤ I find myself longing —
not for a place, but forㅤ people. For voices that
greet with care. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For hands that stay.
For a family that feels
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike shelter. This letter is
ㅤㅤㅤ for you, who might
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤknows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Who has space in their heart to become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤsomething to someone. We are in search
ㅤㅤㅤ of a family — not perfect, but present. One
ㅤㅤㅤ that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤoften. A place where roles are more than
ㅤㅤㅤㅤnames, through days both easy and hard.
If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.
Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection— not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ May
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍁 autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✼ 𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.
Not empty, not cold—ㅤㅤbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toㅤㅤcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleㅤof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ㅤㅤㅤ I find myself longing —
not for a place, but forㅤ people. For voices that
greet with care. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For hands that stay.
For a family that feels
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike shelter. This letter is
ㅤㅤㅤ for you, who might
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤknows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Who has space in their heart to become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤsomething to someone. We are in search
ㅤㅤㅤ of a family — not perfect, but present. One
ㅤㅤㅤ that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤoften. A place where roles are more than
ㅤㅤㅤㅤnames, through days both easy and hard.
If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.
Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection— not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ May
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍁 autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @DeCrowther @Callogy @DeBlancFamilie @Kiiivory @TheEnverious & @StringOfScarvaine. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @DeCrowther @Callogy @DeBlancFamilie @Kiiivory @TheEnverious & @StringOfScarvaine. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
Forwarded from House Of Dewmourne: Dance of the Lost Faeries
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ💮 (HANDS RISE TREMBLING IN THE DIM LIGHT)
ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅 Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong. ⊹ ˖ ˑᖗ
ㅤㅤloading… dewmourne.document.exe. 🪽
Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭
︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
⿻۬ ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list ◌⃘ bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you. ⊹ ˑ ░ 🎐
we treasure the grace of your arrival 👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ꒦꒷ 𓂅 Then Are Chosen, One By One By Our Gaze. Through The Echo Of A Lone Microphone, We Summon Every Wandering Soul Still Yearning For A Place To Belong. ⊹ ˖ ˑᖗ
ㅤㅤloading… dewmourne.document.exe. 🪽
Will you dare step into a chamber of warmth, tucked deep within the shadows, hidden at the farthest end? An empty, hushed sanctuary, yet laced with serenity, where silver winged fae drift between the walls, whispering secrets older than the house itself: ☆ [ Something Is Missing Here, Perhaps You Are The One We Seek. ] 💧🪭
︱Uncle / Aunty: 1995–1999 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Oldest: 2000–2003 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Middle: 2004–2005 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
︱Youngest: 2006–2010 ִֶָ ៹ ࣪
⿻۬ ִֶָ ⊹ Trace Your Eyes Across: taken list ◌⃘ bask in the quiet marvel it holds, and inscribe your name upon the parchment in the format we have left for you. ⊹ ˑ ░ 🎐
Hail, fair Dewmourne! Warmest greetings I dost send unto thee. Herewith cometh I, seeking to be numbered amongst thy kin as (Uncle, Aunty, Oldest, Middle, Youngest). Pray, permit me to make mine introduction, I am (Name + ID), who doth bear the visage of (Muse), born upon the line of (Line). I await thine answer to mine coming, and do give thee thanks for thy gracious heed.
we treasure the grace of your arrival 👁·˚ the ember of warmth you carry that stirs the heart of this dwelling. @Dewmournebot, we give our thanks for the exquisite sheets you have returned to our hands.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤECHOES OF THE UNSEEN: 🧿
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @Solvreith, @TheScalden & @Clyborne. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.
ㅤㅤTHERE'S SOMETHING
ㅤㅤABOUT THE SILENCE
ㅤ AT 3AM /. HOW IT
ㅤ HUMS LOUDER THAN
ANY SCREAM?
ㅤWe’ve learned that joy can take
strange shapes, like laughter
echoing from an empty hallway,
or the clink of silverware.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Our shadows across the hallway, @Solvreith, @TheScalden & @Clyborne. We raise a glass... if the glass doesn’t shatter first. You don’t just enter a home, you haunt it with footsteps that vanish, and lullabies no one remembers singing.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
💈🪬.. Cryptic messages on fogged mirrors, and memories you’re sure are yours. All the cold spots and camcorder static from the beyond,
📿. @PARANOVRMAL.