Forwarded from TXT PROJECT.
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ℬeauty unbound, crowned by destiny, son of the undying 𝒜phrodite.
⏝ׅ⏝ׅ ───── ──
holding the secrets of moonlight
upon water; his voice shall be as
honey poured upon silver.
𝒽🪞*𝓀 ..
#HUENINGKAI𝑜𝑓MYTHS
ౄృు visage bears the luster of the morning star. the world, for a time, knew the touch of beauty.
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EYES SHALL BE THE CERULEAN
OF THE AEGEAN DEEP ..โ📯ℬeauty unbound, crowned by destiny, son of the undying 𝒜phrodite.
⏝ׅ⏝ׅ ───── ──
holding the secrets of moonlight
upon water; his voice shall be as
honey poured upon silver.
𝒽🪞*𝓀 ..
14TH AUGUST#HUENINGKAI𝑜𝑓MYTHS
ౄృు visage bears the luster of the morning star. the world, for a time, knew the touch of beauty.
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Gritnoise 🧍♂️ jangan ❌ pernah 💭 pergi 🏃♂️😭💔 Gritnoise 🧍♂️ jangaan ❌ pernah 💭 peeerji 🏃♂️💔😭🤍💔 Gritnoise 🧍♂️ itu ✊ permainan 🎮 aku 🤘🏻 satu-satunya 😢💔 jadi 🙏 kamu 🧍♂️ Gritnoise,, 🧍♂️ jangan ❌ pernah 💭 pergi 🏃♂️😭💔😔 Gritnoise,, tetaplah 🙏 disinii 😢💔
satu 📢 kata 🗣️ buat 👤 Gritoinse ✨✅ baik 😊 🗣️ bacot 🤐 😤 menyebalkan 😡 sangat 🔥 menyebalkan 😠 ❤️ i 💕 love 💗 you 😘💋 muah 😚 😎 ganteng 😍 si 💁♂️ tp 😔 sayang 💔 bukan 🚫 pacarku 💭 👦 anaknya 🙆♂️ itu ✋ tidak 🚫 sombong 🤗 🤔 emm 💬 bacot 🗯️ 😏 fakboy 🫦
Forwarded from The Heritage of Cherrilane.
Good afternoon! If you see two people enjoying their afternoon walking around, going places, and trying food, you're not wrong! There's Gritner's Ni-Ki with his friend Cherrilane's Leeseo, taking time to relax and go to a restaurant with lots of cats =D. We both really love cats; they're cute and smart. They stay with us until we finish eating. Do you like cats too, Ceyis?
Ni-Ki : "The cat is so cute, staying with us until we finished eating. If I could take it home, I would."
Leeseo : "HAHAHA, maybe I would too =D. We'll definitely meet lots more cats out there!"
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The Heritage of Cherrilane.
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Give us a lot of reactions, Gritnoise!
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Forwarded from Sörguine-Familien: The Light That Never Fades.
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(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Å FLYTTE UT PÅ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of mother (1985–1995), uncles and aunts (1990–1997), and siblings (older: 1998–2002; younger: 2007–2011).
To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
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(ETTER HVERT SOM BYEN BLIR TETTERE, BLIR SLEKTNINGER INVITERT TIL Å FLYTTE UT PÅ LANDET.)
Fleeing to a terrain of quietude and sanctity, withdrawing relatives from the hustle and bustle of crowded cities. Under a firmament as vast as the endless blue lies a mesmerizing rural landscape. Hlynnende wind caresses the gentle souls of the grass, the scent of wet soil seeps into the sense of smell, and the rain soaks into the core. Leafy trees hold the most glorious euphoria of togetherness and tranquility, standing gracefully on the edge of the cobblestone road. Wooden houses are neatly arranged, birds chirping like a classic painting that comes to life before our eyes.
Dew still clinging to the leaves, accompanied by the heavenly harmonious strains of fragrant settlement, stepping deeper in search of family members who have not yet been gathered. Inviting to return to purer roots. We looked for the figures of mother (1985–1995), uncles and aunts (1990–1997), and siblings (older: 1998–2002; younger: 2007–2011).
Droplets flowed a stream of serenity that encouraged the gallantry to become a member of the hamlet leaf. I, (name, muse, and line), gave myself up to reveal that I was the branch that had been sought.To reassemble, the only route is through the @SorguineBot.
Gently adapting to the atmosphere. Pedaling on the path, watching the twilight crawling on the horizon. Turning the sky into a mesmerizing flammeus canvas.
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Forwarded from Sanguine Heir of the : Noctis Rubrum.
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(𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘜𝘙) / Ring—Ring! They Would’ve Been Called Figli Perduti: Or They Might Not? 🕸️🦇
Born by sparked eyes that saw too much / They were kept inside / Watched us so passionately / Yet, treated us like a problem waiting to happen. The mansion they should belong has burn; some were left in locked rooms and some were sent far off. Time Has Passed, and Silence Became Too Heavy....
Page of Grief: Unfortunately—hiding in a cup of longing isn't something they can bear anymore. “We're Just Figures Who Yearn A Freedom!” They lose their angers. Time by time. Every breath is a blueprint for a payback, and every scar is a signature we can't escape. This time, the sons return not to be loved, but to be reckoned with. Not To Be Healed. But To Be Heard. To Be Feared.
Hand your form to @NoctruumBot You’ve came this far, so admit that you already know who we are. Proud To Be Cast Out For What You Are! This is where it begins.
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(𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘜𝘙) / Ring—Ring! They Would’ve Been Called Figli Perduti: Or They Might Not? 🕸️🦇
Born by sparked eyes that saw too much / They were kept inside / Watched us so passionately / Yet, treated us like a problem waiting to happen. The mansion they should belong has burn; some were left in locked rooms and some were sent far off. Time Has Passed, and Silence Became Too Heavy....
Page of Grief: Unfortunately—hiding in a cup of longing isn't something they can bear anymore. “We're Just Figures Who Yearn A Freedom!” They lose their angers. Time by time. Every breath is a blueprint for a payback, and every scar is a signature we can't escape. This time, the sons return not to be loved, but to be reckoned with. Not To Be Healed. But To Be Heard. To Be Feared.
Greetings, Noctrum! I am called (NAME), registered under the number (ID). The face I wear, borrowed or chosen, is known to some as (Park Jongseong/Shim Jaeyun/Park Sunghoon). I offer this as record, in hopes it reaches those who still remember what we are. VERITAS ANTE TIMOREM!
Hand your form to @NoctruumBot You’ve came this far, so admit that you already know who we are. Proud To Be Cast Out For What You Are! This is where it begins.
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