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Looking for new companions beyond the veil: Subs-for-Subs (SFS) vow.
⧫: In the silver glow of night, I—Emily, wander the hollow lands, half-alive, half-dreaming, searching for Victor’s echo. My feet find rest upon my grave, veil torn by longing. "Victor, wherever you linger, I wait—quietly, faithfully". For your presence, I offer five to twenty (5 main & up to 20 side accounts) shimmering butterflies, still fluttering despite death’s embrace @MortemireSFSbot. Come over, my nearly mine.
Sealed beneath the moon,
@Mortemire. 𖣂
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Looking for new companions beyond the veil: Subs-for-Subs (SFS) vow.
⧫: In the silver glow of night, I—Emily, wander the hollow lands, half-alive, half-dreaming, searching for Victor’s echo. My feet find rest upon my grave, veil torn by longing. "Victor, wherever you linger, I wait—quietly, faithfully". For your presence, I offer five to twenty (5 main & up to 20 side accounts) shimmering butterflies, still fluttering despite death’s embrace @MortemireSFSbot. Come over, my nearly mine.
Sealed beneath the moon,
@Mortemire. 𖣂
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Inside, Bleed.
Dreadful Le Trépas. | The Graveyard,
Candles are Plenary Rots.
Languor has occurred, houses in graveyards have been surmounted by down the pike wounds. Bracing the posterior spine-tingling soul, and brink naught written in savoir-faire. “Never a bride.” Emily broke a heart that was theretofore broken among the bones. Such aches prolonged to loom, nightmares ayont clotted blood. Oh, a thin death grips along no skin windswept—the remaining back crystal-clear and gone yet still retaining its physique. Not losing time, Seven Shimmering Prism that did not sever the prayers where had achromatic. Mastering all abandoned life, to keep digitigrade straight-lined even though hammered by gallantry and a lost cerebellum. Victoria who would hold Victor's hand, though desultorily obstructed: The altar, it remains our skirmish.
KIN OF DEATH AND HALF-LIFE.
(SHINNING / MOONLIGHT)
JAMAIS FRAGILE: THE TREAD. 𓌋
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Sealed in vow,
@Mortemire. 🕸
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Inside, Bleed.
(3 AM) ⚰ Dreadful Le Trépas. | The Graveyard,
Candles are Plenary Rots.
Languor has occurred, houses in graveyards have been surmounted by down the pike wounds. Bracing the posterior spine-tingling soul, and brink naught written in savoir-faire. “Never a bride.” Emily broke a heart that was theretofore broken among the bones. Such aches prolonged to loom, nightmares ayont clotted blood. Oh, a thin death grips along no skin windswept—the remaining back crystal-clear and gone yet still retaining its physique. Not losing time, Seven Shimmering Prism that did not sever the prayers where had achromatic. Mastering all abandoned life, to keep digitigrade straight-lined even though hammered by gallantry and a lost cerebellum. Victoria who would hold Victor's hand, though desultorily obstructed: The altar, it remains our skirmish.
KIN OF DEATH AND HALF-LIFE.
(SHINNING / MOONLIGHT)
JAMAIS FRAGILE: THE TREAD. 𓌋
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Sealed in vow,
@Mortemire. 🕸
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Hello moots. We would like to remind you guys to fill the mensive date over here just in case you haven't filled em 🤍
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CHOSEN (🫀) BEGIN
Heart minted from foreshore that may be spurious to aspire and serve. Hedged by the muddled gist of blue, yet feeling blithe beneath a ring on a well-nigh painful…
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CHOSEN (🫀) BEGIN
Heart minted from foreshore that may be spurious to aspire and serve. Hedged by the muddled gist of blue, yet feeling blithe beneath a ring on a well-nigh painful…
LAIR OF MORTEMIRE
ㅤㅤ Looking for new companions beyond the veil: Subs-for-Subs (SFS) vow. ⧫: In the silver glow of night, I—Emily, wander the hollow lands, half-alive, half-dreaming, searching for Victor’s echo. My feet find rest upon my grave, veil torn by longing. "Victor…
Help forwaRRRRRRRRRD. I promise I'll be back to entertain you guys if we hit 1k
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LAIR OF MORTEMIRE
ㅤㅤ Looking for new companions beyond the veil: Subs-for-Subs (SFS) vow. ⧫: In the silver glow of night, I—Emily, wander the hollow lands, half-alive, half-dreaming, searching for Victor’s echo. My feet find rest upon my grave, veil torn by longing. "Victor…
(HFW) May we get another help, please? 🧟♂ Help Mortville getting new skeletons & souls. We're opening our ville for those whom haven't being our mutuals.
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Anyone's up?
Clark Kent. read the whisper