Forwarded from The Arcanum of Rochรฉveil: Under Constellated Skies.
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โ โ @ROCHEVEIL: SEASON OF LOVE โงโห ๐ โ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Coming Soon
หห๐ขึดเปโฅ๏ธ๐น Hearts perched to the rosy midair which blissful moments awaited for so long and pulling mirthful magic to exhibit meaning of love towards all that needed innate their warm-hearted place. When eventually speaking from the heart, cupids allow his arrow propelled ardently.
ใ คใ คใ ค๐ง๏ธ ๐ง๏ธ ๐ง๏ธ ๐ง๏ธ ๐ ๐ง๏ธ ๐ง๏ธ ๐ง๏ธ ๐ง๏ธ
As the calendar turns and hearts grow restless, destiny settles upon the 14th of February. When Valentineโs dawn blushes the sky, this season of love shall unfoldโwhere promises bloom, affections are confessed, and every tender wish finds its moment beneath Cupidโs watchful gaze. Mark the day where romance awakens and magic breathes anew. เฃช ๐ฃฟ แ
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"The Lover's Spread"
ใ คใ คใ คThe vinyl that plays serenade all
ใ คใ คใ ค through every sway of hearts
ใ คใ คintertwined, the main attraction of all.
Amorous time to send something unforgettable to your loved one, it shall appear in front of your eyes. Entwined strings which are affiliated to each other, letting the inclination whisper something. Heretofore, may this enchanted linger ever! โหโน แฐ
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โ โ @ROCHEVEIL: SEASON OF LOVE โงโห ๐ โ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Coming Soon
หห๐ขึดเปโฅ๏ธ๐น Hearts perched to the rosy midair which blissful moments awaited for so long and pulling mirthful magic to exhibit meaning of love towards all that needed innate their warm-hearted place. When eventually speaking from the heart, cupids allow his arrow propelled ardently.
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As the calendar turns and hearts grow restless, destiny settles upon the 14th of February. When Valentineโs dawn blushes the sky, this season of love shall unfoldโwhere promises bloom, affections are confessed, and every tender wish finds its moment beneath Cupidโs watchful gaze. Mark the day where romance awakens and magic breathes anew. เฃช ๐ฃฟ แ
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"The Lover's Spread"
ใ คใ คใ คThe vinyl that plays serenade all
ใ คใ คใ ค through every sway of hearts
ใ คใ คintertwined, the main attraction of all.
๐ฐ : Plush Love & Little Stars
Behold the love-adorned letters, sincerely will be yours at 13th of February๐ท : The Blooming Arcana
Dried flowers to seal the solemn adoration holds to another will bloom at 14th to 15th of February
Amorous time to send something unforgettable to your loved one, it shall appear in front of your eyes. Entwined strings which are affiliated to each other, letting the inclination whisper something. Heretofore, may this enchanted linger ever! โหโน แฐ
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Forwarded from CORTIS #Keonho17Sessions
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โ โ THE CURRENT OF CARMINE TIDES
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โ โ โ โ โ (#Keonho17Sessions.)
SCARLET ROSE (&.) SOUND OF TIDE.
โ โ โ ๐จ๏ธ ๐จ๏ธ ๐จ๏ธ ๐จ๏ธ ๐ ๐ ๐จ๏ธ ๐จ๏ธ ๐จ๏ธ ๐จ๏ธ
โ โ โ โ Solely, The Vals-Born...
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โ โ THE CURRENT OF CARMINE TIDES
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Dive to the Valentine,โ โ โ โ โ (#Keonho17Sessions.)
SCARLET ROSE (&.) SOUND OF TIDE.
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โ โ โ โ Solely, The Vals-Born...
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ใ๐๐.๐๐.๐๐๐๐ใ Kou Caintje, child of dawn in this hushed dwelling, greetings upon your jubilee. You have unfolded like a cornfield after struggle: gradual, firm, beautifully unyielding. The walls echo with remnants of your passage; the porch, a phantom of your merriment. Even the dust motes dancing in the window seem sweetened today, as if the very house exhales a sigh of relief for your sake.
We kindle this flame not to banish shadows, but to celebrate the luminosity you already possess. May the coming year prove a gentle escort, bearing warmth rather than burden. May it regard you as tenderly as this family has always wished the world mightโwith solace, with sanctuary, with a lingering affection.
From this aged Nebraska abode, weathered but unwavering, we murmur once more: โBLESSED BIRTHDAY, KOU CAINTJE.โ Love resides within you in every chamber, in every season, in every hushed recess of this home.
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ใ๐๐.๐๐.๐๐๐๐ใ Kou Caintje, child of dawn in this hushed dwelling, greetings upon your jubilee. You have unfolded like a cornfield after struggle: gradual, firm, beautifully unyielding. The walls echo with remnants of your passage; the porch, a phantom of your merriment. Even the dust motes dancing in the window seem sweetened today, as if the very house exhales a sigh of relief for your sake.
We kindle this flame not to banish shadows, but to celebrate the luminosity you already possess. May the coming year prove a gentle escort, bearing warmth rather than burden. May it regard you as tenderly as this family has always wished the world mightโwith solace, with sanctuary, with a lingering affection.
From this aged Nebraska abode, weathered but unwavering, we murmur once more: โBLESSED BIRTHDAY, KOU CAINTJE.โ Love resides within you in every chamber, in every season, in every hushed recess of this home.
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๐น โฆ / THE DRAWERS, HEAVY WITH ROTE, SEAL THEMSELVES SHUT.
Solitaire motes hang in the slant of February 15th. Caught between the breath of porch curtains and the quiet decay of yesterdayโs date on the wall calendar. Time doesnโt pass here; it settles. ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆโ๐ฐ๐ฉ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ. Napolitan tray rests: swirls of strawberry cream bleeding into vanilla reveries and dark chocolate confessions.
This room? Painted in more than pigment. Itโs stained with pauses. And not just a day, but an artifact. Itโs edged with intentionality: six zines folded like origami prayers slipped through mailslots of blade hearts; @HeartSteallar, @GhostOfMorthen. aimed not at eyes but ribs. The slow burn: afterglow as methodology. They will return to this date again. Not because they must. But because something ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ refuses extinction. It pulses still ... in ink that smudges like pine.
๐๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ,
๐๐บ ๐๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ซ๐ฆ, @TheCaintje ๐
(๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ-๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ.)
Solitaire motes hang in the slant of February 15th. Caught between the breath of porch curtains and the quiet decay of yesterdayโs date on the wall calendar. Time doesnโt pass here; it settles. ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆโ๐ฐ๐ฉ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ. Napolitan tray rests: swirls of strawberry cream bleeding into vanilla reveries and dark chocolate confessions.
This room? Painted in more than pigment. Itโs stained with pauses. And not just a day, but an artifact. Itโs edged with intentionality: six zines folded like origami prayers slipped through mailslots of blade hearts; @HeartSteallar, @GhostOfMorthen. aimed not at eyes but ribs. The slow burn: afterglow as methodology. They will return to this date again. Not because they must. But because something ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ refuses extinction. It pulses still ... in ink that smudges like pine.
๐๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ,
๐๐บ ๐๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ซ๐ฆ, @TheCaintje ๐
(๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ-๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ.)
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Forwarded from TWIBBAEZ #RedCherryCannyDay.
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:ยจยท.ยทยจ:
Ferment macรฉdoine of leaf hurtle
unto bud, the chalice of sepals
loosens its crevice. โInbred by
leverage of crux.โ
๐ฆนหโฃ CHERRY OF THE EAST: ๐
โMeowlet, Behold the Cerasus!โ
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:ยจยท.ยทยจ:
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(โFEB: 17THโ)Ferment macรฉdoine of leaf hurtle
unto bud, the chalice of sepals
loosens its crevice. โInbred by
leverage of crux.โ
๐ฆนหโฃ CHERRY OF THE EAST: ๐
โMeowlet, Behold the Cerasus!โ
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค
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Forwarded from ELDRAETH: Ebon Swan's Eternal Manor.
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โHEARKEN! O MORTAL SOULS!โ
โฐโโ TO THE CALL OF THE ELDRAETH
ใ คใ ค (&.) .. AN INVITATION TO
ใ คใ ค OUR ENCHANTED ABODE. โ
O WAYFARERS OF THE NIGHT! Lend thine ears to our whispered entreaty. Within the hallowed embrace of the grove of THE ELDRAETH, a sanctuary of shadows and murmured secrets doth await thy cherished presence. โ Herein lies a realm where twilight waltzes with dreams, and the gentle rustle of leaves doth serenade the heart: Calling forth all who seek solace in its mystique.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คโต PARENTS FIGURE
(1990 โ 1994)
ใ คใ คใ คใ คโต UNCLE & AUNTY FIGURE
(1994 โ 1999)
ใ คใ คใ คใ คโต CHILDRENS FIGURE
(2000 โ 2010)
Join us beneath the velvety expanse of starlit skies, โฏ WHERE the night holds tales of old, and WHERE every flicker of light doth dance upon the canvas of darkness. Ere dost enter into our dwelling, 'tis meet to peruse the โTAKEN LISTโ first, that no semblance of likeness may arise among our kin.
COME FORTH, BRAVE SOULS AND EMBRACE THIS INVITATION @THEELDRAETH_BOT: To wander deeper into the embrace of THE ELDRAETH. โฏ
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โHEARKEN! O MORTAL SOULS!โ
โฐโโ TO THE CALL OF THE ELDRAETH
ใ คใ ค (&.) .. AN INVITATION TO
ใ คใ ค OUR ENCHANTED ABODE. โ
O WAYFARERS OF THE NIGHT! Lend thine ears to our whispered entreaty. Within the hallowed embrace of the grove of THE ELDRAETH, a sanctuary of shadows and murmured secrets doth await thy cherished presence. โ Herein lies a realm where twilight waltzes with dreams, and the gentle rustle of leaves doth serenade the heart: Calling forth all who seek solace in its mystique.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คโต PARENTS FIGURE
(1990 โ 1994)
ใ คใ คใ คใ คโต UNCLE & AUNTY FIGURE
(1994 โ 1999)
ใ คใ คใ คใ คโต CHILDRENS FIGURE
(2000 โ 2010)
Join us beneath the velvety expanse of starlit skies, โฏ WHERE the night holds tales of old, and WHERE every flicker of light doth dance upon the canvas of darkness. Ere dost enter into our dwelling, 'tis meet to peruse the โTAKEN LISTโ first, that no semblance of likeness may arise among our kin.
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Greetings, Eldraeth. I arrive as a shadowed (Name with id, muse with line.) seeking the role of (Parent, Uncle/Aunty, or Children). May my words touch your tranquil lake. I await your reply, ready to descend into your dusk-woven world. Much obliged.
COME FORTH, BRAVE SOULS AND EMBRACE THIS INVITATION @THEELDRAETH_BOT: To wander deeper into the embrace of THE ELDRAETH. โฏ
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๐น โฆ / THE DRAWERS, HEAVY WITH ROTE, SEAL THEMSELVES SHUT.
Solitaire motes hang in the slant of (February 16th). Caught between the breath of porch curtains and the quiet decay of yesterdayโs date on the wall calendar. Time doesnโt pass here; it settles. ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆโ๐ฐ๐ฉ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ. Napolitan tray rests: swirls of strawberry cream bleeding into vanilla reveries and dark chocolate confessions.
This room? Painted in more than pigment. Itโs stained with pauses. And not just a day, but an artifact. Itโs edged with intentionality: six zines folded like origami prayers slipped through mailslots of blade hearts; @TheMorseviic, @HouseOfEtherhail, @Rocheveil, aimed not at eyes but ribs. The slow burn: afterglow as methodology. They will return to this date again. Not because they must. But because something ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ refuses extinction.
๐๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ,
๐๐บ ๐๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ซ๐ฆ, @TheCaintje ๐
(๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ-๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ.)
Solitaire motes hang in the slant of (February 16th). Caught between the breath of porch curtains and the quiet decay of yesterdayโs date on the wall calendar. Time doesnโt pass here; it settles. ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆโ๐ฐ๐ฉ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ. Napolitan tray rests: swirls of strawberry cream bleeding into vanilla reveries and dark chocolate confessions.
This room? Painted in more than pigment. Itโs stained with pauses. And not just a day, but an artifact. Itโs edged with intentionality: six zines folded like origami prayers slipped through mailslots of blade hearts; @TheMorseviic, @HouseOfEtherhail, @Rocheveil, aimed not at eyes but ribs. The slow burn: afterglow as methodology. They will return to this date again. Not because they must. But because something ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ refuses extinction.
๐๐ฐ๐ป๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ,
๐๐บ ๐๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ซ๐ฆ, @TheCaintje ๐
(๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ-๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ.)