[DISBANDED] The Howarth: Butterfly's Nebulae Heir.
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(CONSTRUCT FACADE: @HowarthTales.)
Howarth Family built on normalcy as clock thicks and metronome from passing hours marked our hidden story. Mid–night descends through @TheHowarthbot, yet collapsing into rebellion serenely above.. 𐀶ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Hearken, ye Mortals and Kindred Spirits!

By decree of the noble House of Geldart, let it be known throughout the land that upon the eve of our First Year of Rebirth, we shall hold a grand Open House to mark this most hallowed occasion. 

On the night of March, 09, as the moon doth wax full in her majesty, our halls shall be thrown open to one and all—human and monster spirits. Fear not, dear mortals, for on this night, our thirst shall be stayed, and our fangs kept sheathed. We seek not blood, but merriment! 

Come forth and make merry with us—engage in games most curious, revel in mirth and mystery, and partake of the delights of the night. The shadows whisper of wonders untold, and the air hums with enchantment

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Let not dread stay thy feet—our hearth is warm, our laughter true, and our hospitality unmatched. 

At eventide, make haste to the halls of Geldart, where the veil 'twixt the living and the everlasting is thinnest.

Thine in darkness in jest, 
The Geldart
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ#Turning21Tone ㅤㅤㅤㅤ


🐻⊹♡ Imagine: A swirling storm of a red crimson moon, a vibrant, pulsing heartbeat of music, and an air alive with the joyful energy of youth—a perfect reflection of Kotone's spirited soul, turns her to the red panda itself.

A gift perfect for her, a wide smile from her fellow cherished friends! Tonight will be the dawning of a new chapter filled with wonder and exciting possibilities to explore. 𓍼
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ㅤㅤMESSIANIC HALF-BLOOD MISHPOCHA
ㅤㅤSchismatic Portcullis Syphoned Amidst
ㅤㅤDemigods Foraged Upon Gallant Ménage.
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👑... Decretum jotted down beyond miridical half-blood which divinity inquired to scavenge for unsought demigods and demigoddess, entwined in equanimity kinship. Foretoken nether @CampofLachers eventually asserted solemnly towards indweller perched innate junoesque genealogy, trajected in fatum isthmus. Forsooth, striding innards of abridgement unveiled bypassed theistic. Waltz in to scourge over paramount quintessence ought to be dweller of half-blood.

𖥔 GODS, GODDESS (UNCLE AND AUNT, 1994–1998)
𖥔 ELDEST DEMIGODS (1999–2003)


Assure to deliberate afore enroll since we never allow coequal portrayal underneath our camp. Therefore, examined holden seat, escapade carved to allotted.

𐂥. Propelled a greeting for, Lachers! Intrigued by the solicitation, nether the sobriquet (name & @username) and seized be illusory of (muse) (birth year). Penned down exhilaration to complete a seat that occured in Camp of Lachers, therefore bides over the further proceeds. Much gramercy!

After that, freights the aphorism towards our astounding patron @Lacheersbot, then may bides for reciprocation. Hope the Olympus dispatched cornucopia benison upon us! 🌞
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe Covenant, The Cursed Book,
ㅤㅤㅤand  The  Far  Abide  of  Freer   Souls.
ㅤㅤㅤ  (Last day in the Middle of Decade)
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In a comprehend wherein consume the souls through faultless truth yet deepest sins, either way of how fate measures it to pursuing an intent. Thereupon, all that perpetuates beside suffering are too mindless to outrage—entangled.

They never said a remark throughout the agonizing secrets they had buried as deep as possible underneath the surface. It was as if pieces of the breeze they breathed—that secrets—ended apart conveying away their family all inside the moment of oblivion. The warmth that presuppose meant like an illusion and yet made those in the haze whispers of both genders and all ages, which the spark does not entirely sheath;

Slips of fallen soul trapped, darkness trembled remaining the nearness the way of sincerity.

Their souls smitten around despair for too long—grant it away their sanity—hue it in beyond veins. Impairment pounded them mercilessly in there, admitting each the cruelty whereas shall not go through—still the sense behind these confusion had not been penned within yearning.

“We relieves each of you shall awaken these chances through us.” Thence, uttered the dependence of a mere soul; Soaked frankly through the sight of hushed, @Sethlorebot.
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arthes! long time no see! i just got back from a refreshing morning walk—what about you? how’s your morning been so far? hope today brings you lots of joy! 🍓
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THE GRAND JUBILEE
O’ LEE DONGHWA’S GRANDIOSE FÊTE.


A sublime sonnet of gold-plated beguile.
Shot in the blithesome. The tone laden
with saturnian memories, bears an outline
of heavenly opulence. A perfectly meant
day that will go on in historical pages
forever.