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"Which period wins it for you in Tokyo's delinquent era? Those who inaugurated this behavior are legendary, aren't they? Even though it's over for them, their names are still heavily respected among superiors in Tokyo. Talking about superiors, perhaps you know some of them are Tokyo's superiors that were noted in history, right? What if we turn one last page about Tokyo's turbulent period in 2008? A period was rumored that three charismatics broke that riot."

Inborn fighting splendor and glowing lantern aurora delights; their essence coalesces in the sky. Among myriad reflections, soldierly spring the ways betwixt the titans toward the foreground as delinquents' hearsay. Wind up during the Tokyo Sengoku period and step into great admiration as one of three charismatics called the three deities. The moon gleamed on that pair of green eyes that waved their hair through the night wind. The way drizzles accompany her when she's on duty only causes the wrong path of her surroundings, which truly overshadows her.

Senju Kawaragi wrote this quick information about her. And, if you also think that executing high-level movements was simply impossible for such a small stature, do come forth, and bid her anything; she warmly greets you.

they say a perdia should never work for money. well, i say i’ll starve before i let them decide my fate again. care to join me in earning our own freedom?

Apa
di sana
matahari
sama
teriknya?
Atau
di sana
rembulan
sedang
lembur
bekerja?

Coke
sudah
tunggu
kau
di sini.
Atau,
kau
lebih suka
teh melati?

Mungkin,
kencan
jadi kata
yang terlalu
kuat
sebagai
implementasi
undangan ini.
Daripada
bercinta,
fakta unik ayam jantan
atau
konspirasi 27
lebih menarik
untuk diperbincangkan.

Benar,
bukan?

(Ditulis
kasar
dan
semena-mena
oleh
Didamba Esok.)

‎░░░░ 𝓮 🫀 ¨ ⋮ ┆404LOSTFRAGMENT. ᛝ ¨♰

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¨ He didn’t arrive with noise, but with stillness—the kind that made radios hiss and fluorescent lights flicker. He always wore black like it was a mood, not a statement. His coat was tailored, his tie always slightly off. Hair tousled, glasses sharp, eyes sharper. Looked like a man who’d stepped out of a crime scene photograph; clean, composed, and just ambiguous enough to make you wonder.¨

▒▒▒▒ | 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ 𝜗🗝𝜚¨ ▒▒▒▒ㅤ ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝄚🪽𝅄

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¨ He wasn’t cold. He was careful, but beneath the precision, there were traces of warmth. He kept hard candy in his desk—blackcurrant, lemon, cinnamon. He read noir fiction like scripture, with notes only he understood. When the nights stretched too long, he painted with oil and charcoal—abstract pieces that looked like crime scenes he remembered. Said they weren’t about him. He didn’t keep photographs on his desk. No family, no past partners, no smiling faces to soften the edges. The truth was simpler: he went home, he made tea, and he sat in silence until the city forgot how to be loud.¨

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Dirawikan oleh dayita, dikutip, “Tiada jiwa yang cukup umur untuk siap ditinggal rengkuh hangat dari raga yang selalu mengucap sayang, semoga Sang Pengintai Nyawa bermain lebih lama lalu melupa.”

Bisik-bisik menggema dalam labirin sunyi yang mengintai hilangnya nyala, terpisah dari diri. Nyalanya redup seiring dengan rasa yang tercebur dalam gelap gulita. Jiwa yang merantau mencari jati diri yang hilang dalam dunia yang serba salah, di tengah langit dan bumi yang terbalik. Bagaikan bintang jatuh di malam yang gelap, aku berlari mengikuti jejaknya, mencari terang yang t’lah tercuri; bergelayut pada asa dan usaha menepis takdir yang sudah ditentukan oleh-Nya, berdoa agar setiap setiap panggilan dari ruangan yang penuh nanar ini bukan lah doa bagi jiwa yang gentar meninggalkan dunia.
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In the land of dreams, he was held. Born from the sugar and soft cotton candy, he grew to be the sweetheart that he is. he's force to be in a god forsaken world where he have to hide his sweet origins. the whimsy he held was held up and he learned to live with the unbearable pain of molding.

Then he found host club. where Tamaki found his origins and let him join then he unleashed the world of his sweets, bringing everyone delectable piece of himself. Millions of tea is needed to be with him. with the host club he blooms into the prettiest dessert platter. full and happy. there it was. the boy from the land of dreams.

Alright, enough of my tenacity show here, sacrificing for the sake of pleasure, hope you were amused and enjoyed throughout my shift. Apologies if I made any mistakes intentionally or unintentionally. Before I wrap up, you guys can check on @GEPENGFESS for menfess, @ENGLISHMUSES for seeking allies, @ENGNSFWORLD for NSFW demands and @GEPENGERS to interact with the NPCs. Catch you later, Pengies.

As this suspicious day is appointed in recognition of Eula Lawrence's birthday, we graciously extend our earnest felicitations to their portrayers and call upon all well wishers to kindly adorn the festive day through using the designated twibbon and appending forth attribute of recognition through the use of the hashtag #LawrenceOmen‼️🥳

Guided by the stars above; multifarious lustrous constellation endowed its glistering gleam upon us in blithe. Of manifold vaguely veiled kismet, shall be written there my dawning fate. May the destined nightsky be adorned with thorns and cataclysmic dullness, be not afraid, for I—Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, will become the dawn!

Therefore, my duty to deliver everyone’s wishes shall begin now. Read the guidelines (https://www.tg-me.com/fictionroleplayer/307814) beforehand not to wander around in the wrong pathway, okay? Phainon will be waiting here always (@pienon_bot), to deliver your heartfelt wishes jovially.

You may send your chains to @Pienont_t! The clock showed it’s time for our special session to take place (IC, OC, AU, SNS, CANON, and any type except OOC) as of now, so please read this one first (https://www.tg-me.com/fictionroleplayer/336857) and make sure you’ve understand before sending your bio. Take your time 😉❤️

Stay In This Holy Place Before Your Curse Destroys You In A Vomiting Desire, (@YoichiNagumo: 🫀.)

Unspoken by words, it can only be expressed through actions that melt the heart before it becomes a tragic disaster for innocent creatures who know nothing about anything, one bite after another gathered, pierced in certain parts, embedded in long roots as night falls, illuminated by a beautiful crimson moon. Witnessing the slaughter stained by thick blood in the claws and throats used to devour the prey, like a suitable sacrifice for it, it is the hunter cunning that dominates its territory.

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i-oc. have you ever wanted something for so long it settled into the depths of your mind?

if i could grant you one wish, would you knock on my fragile door and speak that wish true? though i’m only the messenger, i will set before you what your heart truly needs. so clutch not at doubt, bring yourself over the threshold and let the café warm you until you can choose again. stay as long as you’d like. ★

author’s note: i’m also open for public channel exchange, kindly reach me out through: www.tg-me.com/iacrimor.
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   Jeritan penyiksaan bagaikan sebuah melodi indah bagi sang pembunuh. Namun ia bukanlah pembunuh─ pandangan nya sulit untuk dipahami dan betapa keji nya perbuatan dirinya bak pusaran dosa yang terus bergerak dalam denyut nadi nya.

(HIS LIFE GOAL IS NOT JUST THAT)

Senapan larasnya ia genggam secara erat-erat bagaikan tali penyelamat. Membelot dari keluarga dan posisinya yang sempurna layaknya sebuah hal yang diidam-idamkan. Manik birunya yang redup itu hanya menatap dengan datar. Akhirnya langkah pun membawa dirinya kembali ke sesuatu tempat.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ                        

Born into a house of intellect and refinement, she was raised where silence was often mistaken for grace, and obedience for virtue. Yet, beneath the calm veneer of her upbringing bloomed a mind far too wild to be contained within drawing-room conversations. Her quill became her defiance — a quiet rebellion wrapped in satin gloves and gentle smiles. 🌸

They said a woman’s voice was meant to soothe, not to challenge. But she learned that even whispers could stir the foundations of empires if only spoken with enough truth. Each night, beneath the trembling glow of candlelight, she poured her heart onto paper — words woven not for affection, but for awakening. 🌷

London, in the year 1803, would come to remember her not as a lady of leisure, but as a soul who dared to make ink thunder. From the Schuyler family came not another heiress, but a herald of thought — one who believed that the quietest woman could still move the world. 🕊️


🪷— tertanda, https://www.tg-me.com/xcalypsoo

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"Which period wins it for you in Tokyo's delinquent era? Those who inaugurated this behavior are legendary, aren't they? Even though it's over for them, their names are still heavily respected among superiors in Tokyo. Talking about superiors, perhaps you know some of them are Tokyo's superiors that were noted in history, right? What if we turn one last page about Tokyo's turbulent period in 2008? A period was rumored that three charismatics broke that riot."

Inborn fighting splendor and glowing lantern aurora delights; their essence coalesces in the sky. Among myriad reflections, soldierly spring the ways betwixt the titans toward the foreground as delinquents' hearsay. Wind up during the Tokyo Sengoku period and step into great admiration as one of three charismatics called the three deities. The moon gleamed on that pair of green eyes that waved their hair through the night wind. The way drizzles accompany her when she's on duty only causes the wrong path of her surroundings, which truly overshadows her.

Senju Kawaragi wrote this quick information about her. And, if you also think that executing high-level movements was simply impossible for such a small stature, do come forth, and bid her anything; she warmly greets you.

“Hamid, sayangku, kapan kau akan mulai membanggakan dirimu sendiri, bukan orang lain? Aku penasaran, betapa hangatnya pelukanmu tanpa rasanya beban di pundakmu.”

(@PHAINONL) Hanya itu yang mereka inginkan, bertaruh padaku seperti aku seekor kuda dalam pacuan. Mereka hanya ingin aku menang. Tapi, pernahkah mereka memikirkan betapa hampa nya perasaanku setelah setiap balapan yang tak berujung kemenangan? Bagaimana bekas luka mengerikan ini muncul setelah setiap tabrakan, mereka takkan pernah tahu rasanya. Semua ini, apa tujuannya? Aku ingin merasakan kebebasan, bukan selalu merasa seperti burung yang terkurung dalam sangkar. Aku ingin merasakan persetujuan, penghargaan, atau semacamnya. Mereka hanya tahu fasad yang aku pegang, juara dunia enam kali yang sangat narsis tetapi ramah. Entah kenapa, hanya kebencian dan rasa bersalah yang melekat padaku. Aku merasa bersalah karena membenci, tetapi aku membenci karena merasa bersalah. Ironis sekali, aku hanyalah anak kecil yang naif sebelum semua ini terjadi. Aku lelah, Bu. Sungguh. Kapan kita akan bertemu lagi? “Tidur nyenyak, Hamid. Ibu sangat menyayangimu.”