Forwarded from Promise Season: “Carousal” The Dashing Heel.
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UPON FLUKE. The Threshold ...
୭ . . 💬📁
Immersion! The campus is in a mess, lack of crew to carry out the assigned tasks. In a group of princesses—they need the new ones to solve puzzles on every staircase and corridor, the air was getting colder for them to stay up all night; now show yourself, bring warmth to them with a clover leaf tugged in your ear.
Yearning for fromis_9 graceful visages,
who outshine any style:
&' ┈┈┈┈ 𓍯 When the sun goes down, the homecoming of you is the most awaited one. Near when the masquerade ball begins, melodies playing, non-stop twirling. At the end of the robe, televise it to @PromiseTalkbot. Usher in as a emergence, a wave will sent to you by way of morse code when you get the upshot.
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UPON FLUKE. The Threshold ...
That’s kind of how fromis_9
feels to me. 𝝑𝝔୭ . . 💬📁
Immersion! The campus is in a mess, lack of crew to carry out the assigned tasks. In a group of princesses—they need the new ones to solve puzzles on every staircase and corridor, the air was getting colder for them to stay up all night; now show yourself, bring warmth to them with a clover leaf tugged in your ear.
Yearning for fromis_9 graceful visages,
who outshine any style:
I, {NAME}, deliver to you my designated secret identity as {MUSE}. I am seeking for a new place where I can seek a romantic disaster together and bring new amusement to the team.&' ┈┈┈┈ 𓍯 When the sun goes down, the homecoming of you is the most awaited one. Near when the masquerade ball begins, melodies playing, non-stop twirling. At the end of the robe, televise it to @PromiseTalkbot. Usher in as a emergence, a wave will sent to you by way of morse code when you get the upshot.
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Forwarded from Hurlstone! 🐶
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A crimson horizon, the arctic seeping into the soul. The sable hour has fallen, and candles lined up in a room flickered faintly, beckoning something to cometh and stayeth. This isn’t just about exsufflicate silhouette casting off the bulwarks, but of whom abaft the melancholic symposium yond’ haunts many people.
🐾 “PUMPSTONE BOO!” 🕯️
🎃 Guess And Find The Phantom. 🎃
Pitch caliginosity isn't the final destination, therefore, no need to torment the unknown. It's merely the beginning of a series of encounters that will unfold that ebon veil. The crusade will be fraught with intrigue. Amidst the mist and arctic, they feel apprehensive, but they mustn't forsook visage of their paramount heuristic on this nerve—wracking ebon veil.
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A crimson horizon, the arctic seeping into the soul. The sable hour has fallen, and candles lined up in a room flickered faintly, beckoning something to cometh and stayeth. This isn’t just about exsufflicate silhouette casting off the bulwarks, but of whom abaft the melancholic symposium yond’ haunts many people.
🐾 “PUMPSTONE BOO!” 🕯️
Pitch caliginosity isn't the final destination, therefore, no need to torment the unknown. It's merely the beginning of a series of encounters that will unfold that ebon veil. The crusade will be fraught with intrigue. Amidst the mist and arctic, they feel apprehensive, but they mustn't forsook visage of their paramount heuristic on this nerve—wracking ebon veil.
Fremd souls sway beneath the pale moonlight, even time seems reluctant to tick. Bats emerge, the murmurs begin to fade, but don't be too hush’d in your venture, as there are other paths besides yours.🔥
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Forwarded from 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆.
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HER HOUR OF LIGHT
KRYSTAL's NASCENCY.
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It boomy so serenely, a murmur from the gust that was so melodious seeped into the clang of the pendulum and beneath the chandelier, a crystal shone so beautifully, purplish and so graceful there. Embossed on a memorandum, the writ of a quill scribble is luminous in gold ink “𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑲𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍’𝒔 𝑵𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚.”
The amethyst light descendeth
in solemn grace, like a verse
whispered by the heavens, the
sigil standeth in majesty. . . . .🦋
Take it and let it adorn thy name.
Heed, October 24th was the day when all the happiness came to her on her birthday even when the crystal light shone so brightly, the glow spread and seeped into her heart. #HourOfKrsytal, be epitomized in the happiness engraved in precious moments and when the decree has been issued, all summons will be shared to those who want to celebrate this birthday because the chaperon has been waiting at @RomanovnaSisterbot to grant the foothold so that the epitomize can be used so beautifully.
SIGNATORY🌹
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒏𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.
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HER HOUR OF LIGHT
KRYSTAL's NASCENCY.
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It boomy so serenely, a murmur from the gust that was so melodious seeped into the clang of the pendulum and beneath the chandelier, a crystal shone so beautifully, purplish and so graceful there. Embossed on a memorandum, the writ of a quill scribble is luminous in gold ink “𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑲𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍’𝒔 𝑵𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚.”
The amethyst light descendeth
in solemn grace, like a verse
whispered by the heavens, the
sigil standeth in majesty. . . . .
Take it and let it adorn thy name.
Heed, October 24th was the day when all the happiness came to her on her birthday even when the crystal light shone so brightly, the glow spread and seeped into her heart. #HourOfKrsytal, be epitomized in the happiness engraved in precious moments and when the decree has been issued, all summons will be shared to those who want to celebrate this birthday because the chaperon has been waiting at @RomanovnaSisterbot to grant the foothold so that the epitomize can be used so beautifully.
SIGNATORY
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒏𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 24th day of October, in the year 2025.
The passage of time does not erase what lingers in the shadows. Like the owl that watches from its lofty perch, we remain silent, patient, ever observant. Paths may diverge, alliances may shift, but the wisdom of those who thrive is knowing that some names are never truly absent, only waiting for the right moment to resurface. To our allies, we offer no grand declarations, only the quiet certainty that prosperity favors those who know where to look, and power belongs to those who wield it wisely: @HouseofVermillion @VonityS @KasteelOfDuisterg @ValkyriePiece @EternityOfIgnis @Skateriez @RogueLorth
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 24th day of October, in the year 2025.
The passage of time does not erase what lingers in the shadows. Like the owl that watches from its lofty perch, we remain silent, patient, ever observant. Paths may diverge, alliances may shift, but the wisdom of those who thrive is knowing that some names are never truly absent, only waiting for the right moment to resurface. To our allies, we offer no grand declarations, only the quiet certainty that prosperity favors those who know where to look, and power belongs to those who wield it wisely: @HouseofVermillion @VonityS @KasteelOfDuisterg @ValkyriePiece @EternityOfIgnis @Skateriez @RogueLorth
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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Forwarded from Anarchy With The Lorths; Resist Until The End.
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RAISED ON NOISE. POWERED BYCHAOS.
CALLING ALL THE ONES DOWN TO RAISE HELL.
Rebelling to ride with the tribe, Darkness lit by the warmth-of-kin. This was where the forgotten get remembered, and the invisible finally get seen. The spot you've been low-key chasing forever and the thing you've been searching for on quiet nights. We're wrapped in shadow, but don't get it twisted. We are color, too wild to name, too bold to show. Wondering what the fight's for? Thought so! Here it is. Scouting for... ⎋ (Uncle Aunty: 1994—1999) And (The rebels: 2000—2009.) But don't get lost in curiosity, peep what's already locked in on the Taken List. Miss the mark? We'll send you running aimlessly.
Think you're cut out for this? Then move, don't wait for permission! Just send us your curiosity through @LorthBot. and we'll be waiting for your burning rebellious spirit. Rebels move different. Always have.
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RAISED ON NOISE. POWERED BY
CALLING ALL THE ONES DOWN TO RAISE HELL.
Born To Be The Glitch In Your System.xXx. 00-20-0025. WE LIGHT THØSE ON FIRE. 🔺Rebelling to ride with the tribe, Darkness lit by the warmth-of-kin. This was where the forgotten get remembered, and the invisible finally get seen. The spot you've been low-key chasing forever and the thing you've been searching for on quiet nights. We're wrapped in shadow, but don't get it twisted. We are color, too wild to name, too bold to show. Wondering what the fight's for? Thought so! Here it is. Scouting for... ⎋ (Uncle Aunty: 1994—1999) And (The rebels: 2000—2009.) But don't get lost in curiosity, peep what's already locked in on the Taken List. Miss the mark? We'll send you running aimlessly.
Hey Lorths! This feels like the move. I'm claiming my place as (Aunty, Uncle, Child), ready to ride with the tribe. Name's ( Nama Muse @ ) born in ( Line Muse). Accept me… or run. I'm coming either way.Think you're cut out for this? Then move, don't wait for permission! Just send us your curiosity through @LorthBot. and we'll be waiting for your burning rebellious spirit. Rebels move different. Always have.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 25th day of October, in the year 2025.
The passage of time does not erase what lingers in the shadows. Like the owl that watches from its lofty perch, we remain silent, patient, ever observant. Paths may diverge, alliances may shift, but the wisdom of those who thrive is knowing that some names are never truly absent, only waiting for the right moment to resurface. To our allies, we offer no grand declarations, only the quiet certainty that prosperity favors those who know where to look, and power belongs to those who wield it wisely: @TheFerrovi @Sjords @CaveOfLoughrey @TheGoldenOaks @TheWalst @OldenVeil @CaveOfLoughrey
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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THE GILDED PERCH 🃝
'&. Upon this sacred moment, woven with contemplation and quiet strength, the 25th day of October, in the year 2025.
The passage of time does not erase what lingers in the shadows. Like the owl that watches from its lofty perch, we remain silent, patient, ever observant. Paths may diverge, alliances may shift, but the wisdom of those who thrive is knowing that some names are never truly absent, only waiting for the right moment to resurface. To our allies, we offer no grand declarations, only the quiet certainty that prosperity favors those who know where to look, and power belongs to those who wield it wisely: @TheFerrovi @Sjords @CaveOfLoughrey @TheGoldenOaks @TheWalst @OldenVeil @CaveOfLoughrey
We offer our kind regards and
heartfelt wishes, hoping for
nothing but happiness and
tranquility for you, @THEMORDIS.
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Forwarded from OPHEC: The Apostle of Obscura Path.
Beneath The Pulse Of The Modern World, the Apostles emerged not as myths but as anomalies—beings wired with emotions sharper than any weapon. (Their power wasn’t just in destruction, but in the way they felt—deeply, dangerously, beautifully.)
HERE THE TAKEN LIST, a record of those who have already embraced the call, those who walk beside shadows and truth alike. In this city of glass towers and digital dreams, they moved unseen, blending with the rhythm of civilization: @OphecBot.
Midnight darkness, so ominous! (I’m username + name + muse), and I’m ready to unleash my true self within @DeOphec, alongside fellow hunters.
HERE THE TAKEN LIST, a record of those who have already embraced the call, those who walk beside shadows and truth alike. In this city of glass towers and digital dreams, they moved unseen, blending with the rhythm of civilization: @OphecBot.
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Forwarded from Caelthwynn: Soft Days In a Little Den!
Beneath our clover-roofed
cottage, the Tiny Paws Family
invites gentle souls who wish
for a warm and soft home! 🍀
We hope these little notes can guide you as you find your spot among us:
🌱 Parents figure: 1980-1994
🌱 Aunties & Uncles: 1995-1998
🌱 Soft Littles: 1999-2010
To join, send your tiny squeak in this format:
Pssst! Tiny Paws Cottage, hello! I’m padding over with round cheeks and soft squeaks. I, (Your Name + @Username), have chosen (Your Muse + Year Born) as my muse! May this little note let me wiggle into your cozy family. Thank you!
Send it to: @CaelthwynnsBot
Before choosing your muse, please check our TAKEN LIST so no one trips over each other’s tails. This helps keep our cottage cozy, fair, and filled with soft laughter. ♡
Once your message arrives, we’ll shuffle over with round cheeks and squeaky cheers—saving you a warm spot by the teacups. 🍵🍃
With cuddles and giggles,
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