Forwarded from THE ODYSSEANS: Scions of Unseen Fate.
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THE FIRST ODYSSEY ✷ NOW BEGIN
The Odysseans is a space for Eom Seonghyeon portrayers who want a calm and steady place to connect without unnecessary noise or pressure. This space is built on consistency, not attention.
There’s no need to stand out or prove anything here. Everyone moves at their own pace, stays focused on the character, and keeps things simple and grounded.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOPEN MEMBER / THE CALL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤRECEIVE YOUR PROPHECY!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ © THE ODYSSEANS
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ @THEODYSSEANS
THE FIRST ODYSSEY ✷ NOW BEGIN
The Odysseans is a space for Eom Seonghyeon portrayers who want a calm and steady place to connect without unnecessary noise or pressure. This space is built on consistency, not attention.
There’s no need to stand out or prove anything here. Everyone moves at their own pace, stays focused on the character, and keeps things simple and grounded.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOPEN MEMBER / THE CALL
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤRECEIVE YOUR PROPHECY!
If you portray Seonghyeon and prefer a low-profile environment where growth happens quietly and naturally, this space is open for you. No hype, no comparison, just a place to stay focused and keep moving forward.
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Forwarded from TWIENBON.
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“My Voices?” Your guide.
TAKE A BREATH 🫀. You can see the light now, the darkness vanish into void. In this case, if you can distinguish between love and desire, do you determine who you are, actually...
CHOOSE NOW, Ꮠ #TheSinVanish
WHERE THE KNIFE WILL TURN.🔪
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& “.. 𖣂 : ”
“My Voices?” Your guide.
TAKE A BREATH 🫀. You can see the light now, the darkness vanish into void. In this case, if you can distinguish between love and desire, do you determine who you are, actually...
CHOOSE NOW, Ꮠ #TheSinVanish
WHERE THE KNIFE WILL TURN.
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Forwarded from Canticle of Heaven's Paradox: Hjërt.
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Dear..
dear...
Our sweet candelabra looter,
Saturated, not haunted must we say—yet! Shattered tablecloth, chairs that are filled with one's name, and linking hands that were stained by fig we crushed this early-midday. Darling, was it your glistening eyes that chanters? We hear your calling to reveal this pity-tea-party, a welcoming, mayhaps? So let's be it! Let the candle burn alive as we lift one's sorrow to death.
Toss to us. Under the mad boiling sinensis, @HjertsBot, pretty little finger. Mischievous grief we owe rather than tainted smile as you palm us your burned nails, may it be stained by our eternal vein-loathed ties.
Dear..
dear...
Our sweet candelabra looter,
Saturated, not haunted must we say—yet! Shattered tablecloth, chairs that are filled with one's name, and linking hands that were stained by fig we crushed this early-midday. Darling, was it your glistening eyes that chanters? We hear your calling to reveal this pity-tea-party, a welcoming, mayhaps? So let's be it! Let the candle burn alive as we lift one's sorrow to death.
Not a scheme of sinister. I, (your name, @) veiled by your sacred offering. Letter my call under (your muse, year) and may the Angels not forbid my plea.
Toss to us. Under the mad boiling sinensis, @HjertsBot, pretty little finger. Mischievous grief we owe rather than tainted smile as you palm us your burned nails, may it be stained by our eternal vein-loathed ties.
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