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Hi, this is Velour-Vicky speaking. After a lot of behind-the-scenes discussion, we’ve decided to completely restructure how things work around here. Moving forward, Velour-Vicky will be permanently retiring our SFS system and moving away from that whole routine. We wanted a shift toward something more low-pressure and suited to our current pacing, and we feel this is the healthiest change for us. To everyone who has consistently partnered with us, thank you a million times over for your dedication and energy. And starting now, you are FEEL FREE TO UNSUBS. Thank you for understanding and for embracing this new chapter with us. We hope to keep crossing paths with you for a long time to come, Velours.. 🖤
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Give us sum react here, velours! Veicy bergaul dengan taesnager ❤️
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*CHAPTER OF THE
ㅤㅤBLOOD PACT: ➕
ㅤ@TAESNAGER ➡️ @VELOURVICKY+1
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ㅤㅤㅤ[31/08] THE DIES NATALIS OF
ㅤㅤㅤTHE BLOOD-SWORN. ✱
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Behold how the Cimmerian pall doth enshroud this nether-world, unfurling a nocturnal saturnalia most resplendent and sepulchral for our undying brethren: VELÖUR-VICKY’s, and all those whose ageless appellations are whispered amidst the moldering ossuaries of forgotten epochs.
ㅤㅤㅤ\ ㅤㅤ*⚰️ུ VAMPS, @VelourVicky.
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*A TOAST OF ICHOR.
And, keeping solemn vigil at our tenebrous board, enfolded within the fevered yet suffocating warmth of our predatory communion, abideth our cherished companion of the crimson chase: JANG WONYOUNGS. Though mortality yet lingers upon their fragile, palpitating framework like a transient vestment, their spirit vibrates in harrowing consonance with our immemorial hunger. May the ichor-laden rivers of this unhallowed eve perpetually cement their fealty to our glaciate hearth, binding their throbbing pulse to the perpetual gloaming of our paramountcy.
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