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New candidates that want to join LS (Legacies) must first get to know MALEFICENT and have her as a friend. A new candidate also needs to be known to other members of LS for a period of time. Voting process will begin when MALEFICENT feels the candidate has some general knowledge of the clan and the questions asked throughout the preliminary process have been answered satisfactory. Five random members of LS will get sent a profile of the candidate. They will vote yes or no for the candidate. MALEFICENT will not vote in the voting process and for every vote, 5 different LS members will be chosen. As the 5 members votes come in, they are tallied to determine whether the candidate gets in or not. Based on these 5 votes, the following actions take place: (Based on number of YES votes) 0 – Gets declined from LS 1 – Gets declined from LS but can reapply when time passes remaining a friend (time period for 1 vote is longer than 2 votes). 2 – Gets declined from LS but can reapply when time passes remaining a friend. 3 – A revote is taken with 5 different members of LS. 4 – Gets into clan with supervision 5 – Gets into clan with no supervision.
LEGACIES LS FAMLEY/CLANS LAWS>>
WE ARE A ENGLISH SPEAKING FAMILY ☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆ friend code QWZ-773 TO JOIN(Legacies LS)ONE HAS TO STAY UPDATED ON CLAN EVENTS AND ACTIVITIES. BEST WAY CEEP UP DATED IS TO JOIN US ON AVAKIN LIFE AND LOOK US UP ON ARE WEBSITE LEGACIESFAMILY.COM (hang outs with current clan members, (Legacies LS)( ALL members must know the Head LEADER (☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆)
*(Legacies Rules
NO BEGGING. No begging of any kind please. It gets very annoying.
RESPECT FELLOW MEMBERS. Remember, we dance, play and laugh with each other, but there are times we also disagree, argue, and fight with one another. So please, respect one and treat each other like you want to be treated. ALWAYS AIM TO HELP EACH OTHER.
BE COURTEOUS TO FELLOW MEMBERS. Respect their private space. Don’t stand on top of their Avatars , unless the member has said it is ok, especially if they are in a relationship and it’s not with you. This keeps misunderstandings from happening.
KEEP PRIVATE ALL LEGACIES-LS MATTERS. If someone tells you something personal or serious, and they told you in confidence that you wouldn’t tell anyone else…please keep it confidential. If someone tells you something so serious that you feel it must not be kept a secret, talk to MALEFICENT only.
NO BLACKMAILING OR BRIBING. Any foul play suspected by anyone within the clan towards another clan member will be dealt with harshly.
NO HARMING OTHERS. Build people up, don’t tear them down. Threatening others is not tolerated. Also, avoid playing mind games where half truths, lies and falsehoods can hurt reputations. Serious infractions can lead to demotion of title, status and being banned from the clan permanently. If you are having issues with others outside the clan, report them for harassment or spamming, depending how they are acting, then block them.
WHEN DUELLING (RP), THERE IS NO HOLDING GRUDGES. Play nice and obey laws. Be respectful of all.
Consequences of breaking the rules will be handled depending on the severity of the problem. Multiple breakings of a serious rule or set of rules will be decided upon by a group meeting with the leaders. Depending on how serious the infractions are, the resulting discipline could lead to being kicked from the clan, possibly permanently. LAWS ARE FINAL AND MUST BE FOLLOWED TO KEEP OUR REPUTATION HIGH AND RESPECTED!
Breaking of Laws/Discipline
Occasionally there is a dispute amongst family members. Though we never want to hurt others, there are times that we need to protect the clan from harm coming from within. If the issue at hand is against LS Laws, there is a disciplinary procedure. Here are the steps.
A warning is issued explaining what was done and what needs to be corrected. The offender receives a black mark and is removed from room for 24 hours. If the recipient receives no other black marks within 30 days, the black mark is removed.
A second warning issued, allowing the person to get things right. The recipient will be required to study LS laws and agree to them. This is their last chance. Upon receiving a second black mark, you will be removed from room for one week.
On third occasion, the recipient will be removed from room and a meeting will be held to decide whether you need to be removed from LS.
We realize we all are human and learning from a mistake is how we gain wisdom. There are times when we all fall down, but it’s how we get back up that builds who we are.
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MISHKAGOLD ☆๓ï૨ђઝåĠøł๔MISHKAGOLDTitle>FIRST PRINCESS MISHKAGOLDGENDER > FEMALE SPECIES A FAIRY/CAT/ BABY DRAGONBIRTHDAY> SEPTEMBER 26BIRTH PLACE IS> ENCHANTED FOREST PARENTS ARE> EMPRESS MALEFICENT LS OCCUPATION> HAVE FUN LARN & GROW & AND HELP THE EMPRESS MALEFICENT LS IN FAMLEY MATTERS RANK IS> <Roseum>DRAGON BREED IS>(SILVER DART)PEASCEFULLVERRY FAST LAND AND AIRPACK SILVER DARTSCAN SHOUT POISONOUS DARTS FROMTHE SPIKES ON THERE BACK POWERS AND ABILITIES> 《Animal Communication》》 Many fairies can communicate with animals and understand their emotions. They can summon most animals in their immediate area for protection.《Nimble》 This power is better observed than described, but here it goes: Some move so fast or have some much agility, they can dodge anything and never get hit.(NIGHT VISION) The ability to see clearly in total darkness.(HEALING FACTOR)Ability to heal rapidly and with greater finality from any injury; the rate of recovery varies from character to character. ~ Also very time consuming, they can’t fix a broken arm in one sentence (2 minutes)《INVISIBLE》 invisible to the mortal eye. can show themselves if they want, but mortal minds have a hard time understanding what they’ve just seen. also give magical items that can make a person invisible.
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REALITY TALENT/ FASHION SHOW
(Note: You do not have be LS member to join it)
Legacies (LS) are having an open competition mixing fashion with role-playing. In true America’s Got Talent format, contestants will dress and role-play out characters from different periods and genres. Each week it’s a new theme, and each week someone is eliminated till we have a WINNER!
EACH WEEK, for the next 6 weeks, the competition will be held on Monday at 6 pm Eastern. It starts Monday, August 9th.
A FABULOUS PRIZE AWAITS THE WINNER.
You will be given 4 minutes to role-play a small scene that you have put together. You may bring on a friend to help with the role- play. If the friend wishes to compete, they need to enter separately.
ONLY 6 WILL BE CHOSEN TO CONTINUE TO NEXT WEEKS TASK.
HOW TO ENTER:
Ensure you have friended ◇のøçFøяės†◇ŁŚ◇ friends code
QPC-91B and ☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆friend code QWZ-773 and said you are interested.
Starting APRIL 2, prior to 12 noonpm Eastern, invitations will be sent out to
Ensure you are dressed for the theme and ready to role-play. Have FUN!
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE A BLAST!
Check out Legacies (LS) at:
THE LS WEBSITE IS
Legaciesfamily.com
THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL IS
at LEGACIES LS
AND THE
INSTAGRAM at @maleficentlegaciesls
the LEGACIES family
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💙❤️💚 LEGACIES LS LEADER | (≜ŁŚ)💙❤️💚THE EMPRESS (≛ŁŚ) ☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆(≛ŁŚ) 💙❤️💚The Empress (≛ŁŚ)
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The ultimate authority and creator of the clan. The Empress oversees, and has the highest access to all and any meeting she attends. She leads the Council of Elders and the Tribe Leaders. This rank can never be reached. It is a title only held by 1 person.
On Mother's Day it isn't smart To give your mom a sad heart. So here are things you shouldn't say To your dear mom on Mother's Day: Don't tell her that you'll never eat A carrot, pea, bean, or beet. Don't tell her you think drinking is cool. Don't tell her you've bunked school. Don't tell her that you've lost the cat. Don't tell her that she looks too fat. Don't tell her when you're grown that your clothes will never need to be sown .
I want an open coffin I am a South African poet and open for business Great Owls peck the windows of the 21st century as if looking for the board members who who who who who Listen my beloved nothings your seriousness will kill you!
The mailman handing me a letter, he paid a little. My daughter’s third grade teacher, the electrician putting a light over my back door: they paid as well. The woman at the bank who cashes my check. She paid a part of it.
Castaways, we hit the forest — our camping stove turned down very low, I gripped my tent close for its trial in virgin attitudes of stiffness while lamps fluttered on the dark. My roof sank fluttering accordion-like, the only sin we knew; and soon a sound appeared. I’d burned one back and by the third she laid her hand on mine, like a napkin. Later, I caught those tiny gasps from their tent where he slipped into her like (this I thought) a frog ; those dark rippling walls where she kept center, held her breath, so I had to puzzle how one could leave and neither be alone.
I let her garden go. let it go, let it go. How can I watch the hummingbird However to quickly sip With its long beak's tip The weeds rise thick let it go, let it go Where annuals grew and burdock grows, Where standing she At once could see The peony, the lily, and the rose Rise over brick She'd laid in patterns with moss let it go, let it go Turns the bricks green, softening them By the gray rocks Where hollyhocks That lofted while she lived, stem by large stem, Blossom with loss.
Arriving in the nearby town of George at dinner, I eat on the sidewalk what my stomach allows from a Ziploc of salted sardines. The moon is ringed, the moon overtaken by low clouds: snow?. I wait in the fusty rental car—licorice, maybe, and old luggage leather—until I assume my father is sleeping, and then I make my way up his narrow road. My father’s cottage is unlit and larger than I’d thought, and I climb the gate, boosting myself from the lip of an empty fountain whose lion’s head, the mouth obstructed, spills nothing. Inside the gate, no cars. No one home, nothing shifting in the manicured juniper hedges wrapping the drive. Snow all around me in my father’s garden—Tomorrow, I promise myself, I’ll find his workplace and call, pretending to be someone I am not, to see when he’ll arrive home.
Far into fever, attached by cords to the clicking machines, he sleeps in a bed , a room not his own. People enter and pass like ghost-blown fogs. He is a slow walker with limbs that recently gave way. He is part of the cold snowfall. He is very small, sitting on a curb with thin legs next to an nurturing aunt. He hasn't yet been born. He travels to meet the relatives in Drakensburg and feels the lifting darkness sunk in his chair at night, thinking. He is intensely wrong, obstinate and generous, the one who never seems to grieve, sweaters and wine locked in air. You say: he too cannot be found again, he too asks only for more aliveness and time. The room is like every room in that house clean and never silent, but sometimes birds drop into the air above his sleep and coast for hours on loose currents. There is no fire but weathered blood and skin, a threaded endurance, the peace of placing your body in the hands of those who might know, the voices saying Have you eaten, What could you have done. The frost in your eyes is fading or stays stitched. The fragile instruments of bodies step into the room and out, the machine counts two three four, and part of who you are travels into the glass hallways that are filling with warm light. He walks only for so long. He approaches each sorrow and lets it fall. He is unaccountably at ease for just a single instant, he is not an important name, he is the crucial man inside the fever, the one who taught you to care, he follows the deep tasks even as he slowly surrenders, one by one, his body dignities. He is the concert of bright strings, the sudden gentleness of moss, the tyrant opinion, a confusion of medications. His mind is a room casting infinite love from four walls. My beautiful father, you carried me out into the day of my life and let me stand on earth with affection and force. Why should we fear our disappearance.
for you who heard useless through honey trees in time of wasp and stalk for you who raised surface we all mixed from hunger generated off-color milk borne from chemical cousins for train of mouths you who haven’t sat down breathing a first bowl I watch you weave them bare grassy cane would not wash out no matter tired body in shift and glitter how we found red into whatever wore me stolen a sheen of milk memory saw alone on the bed to sleep and take up a branch of that country to allow maps of fire our own fields of rain
The best clouds in the business are right above me right now. We’re riding in this yellow convertible those clouds just dozing in about 100 different shapes white as clean paper, their edges like feathers against the blue sky, blue as Dad’s eyes. Dad drives, my sister’s in front I lay my head on Mom’s lap in the back. I lay my head on her lap as he drives this yellow convertible that we rented special just for these four days in Cape. In it, we are open to the whole world to the whole sky and I know right now I can see that these are the greatest clouds in the business.
Hearing a low growl in your throat, you'll know that it's started. It has nothing to ask you. It has only something to say-and it will speak in your own tongue. Closing its arm around you, it will hold you for long as you've ever wanted. Only now it will be long enough. It will not let you go. Burying your face in its shadowy shoulder, you'll smell mud and hair and water. You'll taste your mother's sour nipple, and swallow a word you thought you'd spit out once and be done with. Through half-closed eyes you'll see that its shadow is yours, a great fit. You could weep with gratefulness. It will take you as you like it best, hard and fast as a slap across your face, or so sweet and slow you'll scream until it does. Nothing will ever reach this deep. Nothing will ever clench this hard.(spirit) At last someone has pulled the drawstring of your gym bag closed enough and tight. At last someone has knotted the lace of your shoe so it won't ever come undone. Even as you turn into it, even as you begin to feel yourself stop, you'll whistle with amazement between your residual teeth oh sweetheart, oh holy mother, nothing nothing ever felt this good.
The angels took him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The baby boy we led. He can't come to harm, He knows more than we know, His light is brighter far than day-time here below. His path leads on, Through pleasant grass and orchids, His blue eyes open wide At grass more green than ours. With play-mates like himself, The shining boy will sing, Exploring wondrous woods, Sweet with eternal spring. But he is lost to us, Far is his path of gold, Far does the city seem, Lonely our hearts and cold.
The LORD is my shepherd,I shall not want.In grass meadows he makes me lie down,by quiet waters he guides me. My life he brings back. He leads me on pathways of justice for his name's sake. Though I walk in the path of death's shadow, I fear no harm for you are with me.Your shield and your staff, it is they that console me.You set out a table before me in the face of my foes. You wet my head with oil,my cup overflows.Let but goodness and kindness pursue me all the days of my life.And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD for many joyful days.
To the young and able man who lets his death come in with veils in his face that say you can come in and claim a place among us. To the young man who closes his eyes to the parting of clouds and lets what is beyond come in. To the young man whose body is still warm, that weightless being with halos, whose footsteps we will never fill. To the endless clock machine in the God body of the young man who closes his eyes as the light sweeps him to eternity. To the blessed beating of his heart when we listen to our closed palms. To the smiles in his photographs every two seconds you pick him up and back. God body love. Good-bye. To the young man whose laughter is now a memorial among us, as we sit under tents, listen to our mothers and sisters cry, shed our own not so private God tears love, shelter under the night that claimed him. To him and beyond and the endless love through which God privately loves him.
I want to be your motivation, inspiration, and everything you do I want to be the reason for your smile and during the day when you have had enough And your world upside down and with a soft touch I look up at you and telling you everything be alright through all life’s ups and down and hold you till you smile agean
just thout of being the one you desire in your heart I want you to need me every morning noon night I need and want all these things from you because you’re the only one who gets me through each day this is why I love you more and more each day it yes it’s true
you have blessed me with a beautiful life We are bilding together by both of us You are my reason for smile every day for together we fly I love you and thanks. For all you gave me 2 hearts beat is one never to be separated never to be apart But I feel what you feel I’ll cry when you cry And I can fly when you fly together forever sir faithfully I will be yours
To doc from maleficent
The Passage of life 8matthew8
The Passage of life 8matthew8 for you who heard useless through honey trees in time of wasp and stalk for you who raised surface we all mixed from hunger generated off-color milk borne from chemical cousins for train of mouths you who haven’t sat down breathing a first bowl I watch you weave them bare grassy cane would not wash out no matter tired body in shift and glitter how we found red into whatever wore me stolen a sheen of milk memory saw alone on the bed to sleep and take up a branch of that country to allow maps of fire our own fields of rain
The best clouds in the business are right above me right now. We’re riding in this yellow convertible those clouds just dozing in about 100 different shapes white as clean paper, their edges like feathers against the blue sky, blue as Dad’s eyes. Dad drives, my sister’s in front I lay my head on Mom’s lap in the back. I lay my head on her lap as he drives this yellow convertible that we rented special just for these four days in Cape. In it, we are open to the whole world to the whole sky and I know right now I can see that these are the greatest clouds in the business.
Hearing a low growl in your throat, you’ll know that it’s started. It has nothing to ask you. It has only something to say-and it will speak in your own tongue. Closing its arm around you, it will hold you for long as you’ve ever wanted. Only now it will be long enough. It will not let you go. Burying your face in its shadowy shoulder, you’ll smell mud and hair and water. You’ll taste your mother’s sour nipple, and swallow a word you thought you’d spit out once and be done with. Through half-closed eyes you’ll see that its shadow is yours, a great fit. You could weep with gratefulness. It will take you as you like it best, hard and fast as a slap across your face, or so sweet and slow you’ll scream until it does. Nothing will ever reach this deep. Nothing will ever clench this hard.(spirit) At last someone has pulled the drawstring of your gym bag closed enough and tight. At last someone has knotted the lace of your shoe so it won’t ever come undone. Even as you turn into it, even as you begin to feel yourself stop, you’ll whistle with amazement between your residual teeth oh sweetheart, oh holy mother, nothing nothing ever felt this good.
The angels took him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The baby boy we led. He can’t come to harm, He knows more than we know, His light is brighter far than day-time here below. His path leads on, Through pleasant grass and orchids, His blue eyes open wide At grass more green than ours. With play-mates like himself, The shining boy will sing, Exploring wondrous woods, Sweet with eternal spring. But he is lost to us, Far is his path of gold, Far does the city seem, Lonely our hearts and cold.
The LORD is my shepherd,I shall not want.In grass meadows he makes me lie down,by quiet waters he guides me. My life he brings back. He leads me on pathways of justice for his name’s sake. Though I walk in the path of death’s shadow, I fear no harm for you are with me.Your shield and your staff, it is they that console me.You set out a table before me in the face of my foes. You wet my head with oil,my cup overflows.Let but goodness and kindness pursue me all the days of my life.And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD for many joyful days.
To the young and able man who lets his death come in with veils in his face that say you can come in and claim a place among us. To the young man who closes his eyes to the parting of clouds and lets what is beyond come in. To the young man whose body is still warm, that weightless being with halos, whose footsteps we will never fill. To the endless clock machine in the God body of the young man who closes his eyes as the light sweeps him to eternity. To the blessed beating of his heart when we listen to our closed palms. To the smiles in his photographs every two seconds you pick him up and back. God body love. Good-bye. To the young man whose laughter is now a memorial among us, as we sit under tents, listen to our mothers and sisters cry, shed our own not so private God tears love, shelter under the night that claimed him. To him and beyond and the endless love through which God privately loves him.
🌟ENCHANTED POETRY 🌟🍄PRESENTED BY 🍄LEGACIES 🍄LS written by Edward LsAdvent of ChristmasWind whistling, as it does in winter, and I think nothing of it until it snaps a blind off her bedroom window, spins it over the roof and downto crash on the deck in back, like something out of Oz. We look up, stunned—then glad to be safe and have a story, characters in a fable we only half-believe. Look, in my surprise I somehow split a wall, the last one in the house we’re making of gingerbread. We’ll have to improvise: like an open door and with a tube of icing, cement them to the floor. Five days until Christmas,and the house can’t be closed. When she peers into the cold interior we’ve exposed, she half-expects to find three people in the manger, a mother and her child. She half-expects to read on tablets of gingerbread a few lines of Scripture, as she has every morning inside a dated shutter on her Advent calendar.
🌟ENCHANTED POETRY 🌟🍄PRESENTED BY 🍄LEGACIES 🍄LS written by Edward Ls. Giving up? How much grit do you think you’ve got? Can you quit a thing that you enjoy a lot? You may talk of pluck; it’s an easy word,And where’er you go it is often heard; But can you tell to a jot or guess Just how much courage you now possess?You may stand to trouble and keep your grin,But have you tackled self-discipline?Have you ever issued commands to youTo quit the things that you like to do,And then, when tempted and sorely swayed,Those orders have you obeyed?Don’t boast of your grit till you’ve tried it out, for men’s pride to stout .For it’s easy enough to retain a grinIn the face of a struggle there’s a chance to win,But the sort of grit that is good to ownIs the stuff you need when you’re all alone.How much grit do you think you’ve got?Can you turn from moments that you like a lot?Have you ever tried yourself to knowHow far with yourself your will can go?If you want to know
🌟ENCHANTED POETRY 🌟🍄PRESENTED BY 🍄LEGACIES 🍄LS written by Edward LsHome aloneI look over my own shoulderdown my armsto where they disappear under waterinto hands inside pink rubber gloves among dinner dishes.My hands lift a wine glass,holding it by the neck and under the base.It breaks the surfacelike a chalicerising from a medieval lake.Full of the grey wine , the glass risesto the level of my eyes.Behind it, through the windowabove the sink, the sun, amonga ceremony of sparrows and bare branches,is setting in Africa.I can see thousands of dropletsof steam—each a tiny spectrum—risingfrom my goblet of grey wine.They sway, changing directionsconstantly—like a school of fish,or like the sheer curtainon the window to another world.
DECEMBER 2020
JANUARY 2021
AlliBSon Jason Star💙 made for Alli Star💙 his lovely wife
ENCHANTED POETRY
🌟ENCHANTED POETRY 🌟 🍄PRESENTED BY 🍄LEGACIES 🍄LS
written by Edward Ls
Memory of My Mother
My mother–half-deaf, a small wooden box pinned to her blouse,
and beneath the gray locks the hidden earphone, the wire running across
her heart to its home in her ear–can barely hear me anymore. I’m
just a lost voice years ago, trying now to make myself clear,
deliberately now, so she will see how hard the words do come.
Bent to her breast, I speak to the heart, almost hopeless, where hardly anyone
is ever heard.
written by Edward Ls
NOVEMBER 7On the West Coast, days of rainstorm wrestle, their wet fury driven landward.We never quite known what the sky promises,and there is certain assurance in that fate.It is for that we wait. We’ve already weatheredmore than promises. They’ve passed us by.So I’m not sure this morning when I step outside,and suddenly it’s not winter anymore but somewarm mask that molds the contours of my facewith unbidden warmth. It’s almost unnaturalbut I hope not, having already found reliablethe promise of loss. My expectation is unfulfilled. Somewhere within the universe of the prairie hillsis a climate that is yet unnoticed, and from itis welling a warm rupture of another sure season.Believe it is not unusual, I urge myselfwhose myths are always changing in the light.So it’s this we arrive into daily, alwaysanother season, warm , and it’s wewho wage weather within our spirits. Tomorrow’s dawn is a promise that will fulfill.Never mind if the sky does not quite agree.
written by Edward Ls
The World that never stops Despite the storms, beauty approaches like it was always going to. Despite the darkness, the light returns. Despite your loss, your heart will be full again. Despite the breaking, your heart will feel like it belongs in the place of joy once more. This is how it will always be. Keep living
written by TWILIGHT LS
Chills go down my spineAnd at once I know you are hereI grind my teeth togetherAs every muscle tenses upI slowly turn my gaze, looking for youAnd there you are, in flesh and bloodBut not alive, noYou are dead insideStone coldYou have no feelings, nor regard for other’sAnd your expression are coldJust as you are insideI can see it in your eyesI can see how gloomy you areHow evil you areA man from hellAnother being of pure malevolentSo sinful and demonicBut slowly the cold fades from your faceAnd your heat seeps through my handsThe blood leaving youI withdraw my bladeAnd at once you drop to the floorHow decorated the floor becomes of redI smile as i watch you, and I kneel downI whisper in your ear“You may be a monster. But so am I
In a line of memories “ 8matthew8 2022-04-24 The mailman handing me a letter, he paid a little. My daughter’s third grade teacher, the electrician putting a light over my back door: they paid as well. The woman at the bank who cashes my check. She paid a part of it. Castaways, we hit the forest — our camping stove turned down very low, I gripped my tent close for its trial in virgin attitudes of stiffness while lamps fluttered on the dark. My roof sank fluttering accordion-like, the only sin we knew; and soon a sound appeared. I’d burned one back and by the third she laid her hand on mine, like a napkin. Later, I caught those tiny gasps from their tent where he slipped into her like (this I thought) a frog ; those dark rippling walls where she kept center, held her breath, so I had to puzzle how one could leave and neither be alone. I let her garden go. let it go, let it go. How can I watch the hummingbird However to quickly sip With its long beak’s tip The weeds rise thick let it go, let it go Where annuals grew and burdock grows, Where standing she At once could see The peony, the lily, and the rose Rise over brick She’d laid in patterns with moss let it go, let it go Turns the bricks green, softening them By the gray rocks Where hollyhocks That lofted while she lived, stem by large stem, Blossom with loss. Arriving in the nearby town of George at dinner, I eat on the sidewalk what my stomach allows from a Ziploc of salted sardines. The moon is ringed, the moon overtaken by low clouds: snow?. I wait in the fusty rental car—licorice, maybe, and old luggage leather—until I assume my father is sleeping, and then I make my way up his narrow road. My father’s cottage is unlit and larger than I’d thought, and I climb the gate, boosting myself from the lip of an empty fountain whose lion’s head, the mouth obstructed, spills nothing. Inside the gate, no cars. No one home, nothing shifting in the manicured juniper hedges wrapping the drive. Snow all around me in my father’s garden—Tomorrow, I promise myself, I’ll find his workplace and call, pretending to be someone I am not, to see when he’ll arrive home.
Far into fever, attached by cords to the clicking machines, he sleeps in a bed , a room not his own. People enter and pass like ghost-blown fogs. He is a slow walker with limbs that recently gave way. He is part of the cold snowfall. He is very small, sitting on a curb with thin legs next to an nurturing aunt. He hasn’t yet been born. He travels to meet the relatives in Drakensburg and feels the lifting darkness sunk in his chair at night, thinking. He is intensely wrong, obstinate and generous, the one who never seems to grieve, sweaters and wine locked in air. You say: he too cannot be found again, he too asks only for more aliveness and time. The room is like every room in that house clean and never silent, but sometimes birds drop into the air above his sleep and coast for hours on loose currents. There is no fire but weathered blood and skin, a threaded endurance, the peace of placing your body in the hands of those who might know, the voices saying Have you eaten, What could you have done. The frost in your eyes is fading or stays stitched. The fragile instruments of bodies step into the room and out, the machine counts two three four, and part of who you are travels into the glass hallways that are filling with warm light. He walks only for so long. He approaches each sorrow and lets it fall. He is unaccountably at ease for just a single instant, he is not an important name, he is the crucial man inside the fever, the one who taught you to care, he follows the deep tasks even as he slowly surrenders, one by one, his body dignities. He is the concert of bright strings, the sudden gentleness of moss, the tyrant opinion, a confusion of medications. His mind is a room casting infinite love from four walls. My beautiful father, you carried me out into the day of my life and let me stand on earth with affection and force. Why should we fear our disappearance.
for you who heard useless through honey trees in time of wasp and stalk for you who raised surface we all mixed from hunger generated off-color milk borne from chemical cousins for train of mouths you who haven’t sat down breathing a first bowl I watch you weave them bare grassy cane would not wash out no matter tired body in shift and glitter how we found red into whatever wore me stolen a sheen of milk memory saw alone on the bed to sleep and take up a branch of that country to allow maps of fire our own fields of rain
The best clouds in the business are right above me right now. We’re riding in this yellow convertible those clouds just dozing in about 100 different shapes white as clean paper, their edges like feathers against the blue sky, blue as Dad’s eyes. Dad drives, my sister’s in front I lay my head on Mom’s lap in the back. I lay my head on her lap as he drives this yellow convertible that we rented special just for these four days in Cape. In it, we are open to the whole world to the whole sky and I know right now I can see that these are the greatest clouds in the business.
Hearing a low growl in your throat, you’ll know that it’s started. It has nothing to ask you. It has only something to say-and it will speak in your own tongue. Closing its arm around you, it will hold you for long as you’ve ever wanted. Only now it will be long enough. It will not let you go. Burying your face in its shadowy shoulder, you’ll smell mud and hair and water. You’ll taste your mother’s sour nipple, and swallow a word you thought you’d spit out once and be done with. Through half-closed eyes you’ll see that its shadow is yours, a great fit. You could weep with gratefulness. It will take you as you like it best, hard and fast as a slap across your face, or so sweet and slow you’ll scream until it does. Nothing will ever reach this deep. Nothing will ever clench this hard.(spirit) At last someone has pulled the drawstring of your gym bag closed enough and tight. At last someone has knotted the lace of your shoe so it won’t ever come undone. Even as you turn into it, even as you begin to feel yourself stop, you’ll whistle with amazement between your residual teeth oh sweetheart, oh holy mother, nothing nothing ever felt this good.
The angels took him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The baby boy we led. He can’t come to harm, He knows more than we know, His light is brighter far than day-time here below. His path leads on, Through pleasant grass and orchids, His blue eyes open wide At grass more green than ours. With play-mates like himself, The shining boy will sing, Exploring wondrous woods, Sweet with eternal spring. But he is lost to us, Far is his path of gold, Far does the city seem, Lonely our hearts and cold.
The LORD is my shepherd,I shall not want.In grass meadows he makes me lie down,by quiet waters he guides me. My life he brings back. He leads me on pathways of justice for his name’s sake. Though I walk in the path of death’s shadow, I fear no harm for you are with me.Your shield and your staff, it is they that console me.You set out a table before me in the face of my foes. You wet my head with oil,my cup overflows.Let but goodness and kindness pursue me all the days of my life.And I shall dwell in the house of the LORD for many joyful days.
To the young and able man who lets his death come in with veils in his face that say you can come in and claim a place among us. To the young man who closes his eyes to the parting of clouds and lets what is beyond come in. To the young man whose body is still warm, that weightless being with halos, whose footsteps we will never fill. To the endless clock machine in the God body of the young man who closes his eyes as the light sweeps him to eternity. To the blessed beating of his heart when we listen to our closed palms. To the smiles in his photographs every two seconds you pick him up and back. God body love. Good-bye. To the young man whose laughter is now a memorial among us, as we sit under tents, listen to our mothers and sisters cry, shed our own not so private God tears love, shelter under the night that claimed him. To him and beyond and the endless love through which God privately loves him.
written by TWILIGHT LS
I believed youYou looked into my eyesAnd you said I’m beautiful.And I believed you.When you said you love meI believed you.When you held me close to youI thought it was real.I thought it ment something to youI was wrong…I was wrong to believe youI was wrong to think you cared.Because when you left meAnd on my knees I begged youI begged you to stayI said to you we have something realAnd you just laughed.You said that I was patheticTo think that you would love me.And the kick you gave in my faceAlmost hurted as much as the reality.When I came to my sensesYou were gone.And one thing I knew for certain was that That was the first real thing you said.I just sat there with my knees to my chestCrying, not from the pain of the kickBut from the pain of my broken heart.You said you loved meAnd I, oh I believed you…
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Rating: 5 out of 5.
written by TWILIGHT LS
Love-How mysterious you areI’m afraid to let you inI’m afraid that you will corrupt my heartA weakness you may beYou seem so frighteningMaybe you will break down my wallsMaking me vulnerableOr maybe you will be good for meMaybe you will help me build relationshipsMaybe you will fill me with joyBut frightening you still areAnd I dont know if I want you
The LORD for many joyful days.
To the young and able man who lets his death come in with veils in his face that say you can come in and claim a place among us. To the young man who closes his eyes to the parting of clouds and lets what is beyond come in. To the young man whose body is still warm, that weightless being with halos, whose footsteps we will never fill. To the endless clock machine in the God body of the young man who closes his eyes as the light sweeps him to eternity. To the blessed beating of his heart when we listen to our closed palms. To the smiles in his photographs every two seconds you pick him up and back. God body love. Good-bye. To the young man whose laughter is now a memorial among us, as we sit under tents, listen to our mothers and sisters cry, shed our own not so private God tears love, shelter under the night that claimed him. To him and beyond and the endless love through which God privately loves him.
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It was love at first sight
A fairy tale
It was red roses and moonlight
All I have now is your cold embrace
Where have I gone wrong
I gave you my all
I made you my life
I let you in
But how I regret it now
How foolish I was indeed
Just like fairy tales it wasnt real
A false story told to children
To make them believe there is a point
To this miserble life
How I wish I could go back
To stop you from becoming a stranger
Maybe it was my fault after all
AUGUST 29 FUGAKUKUN & PRINCE TWILIGHT had there first month ANNIVERSARY
AUGUST 29 FUGAKUKUN & PRINCE TWILIGHT had there first month ANNIVERSARY
Chills go down my spine And at once I know you are here I grind my teeth together As every muscle tenses up I slowly turn my gaze, looking for you And there you are, in flesh and blood But not alive, no You are dead inside Stone cold You have no feelings, nor regard for other’s And your expression are cold Just as you are inside I can see it in your eyes I can see how gloomy you are How evil you are A man from hell Another being of pure malevolent So sinful and demonic But slowly the cold fades from your face And your heat seeps through my hands The blood leaving you I withdraw my blade And at once you drop to the floor How decorated the floor becomes of red I smile as i watch you, and I kneel down I whisper in your ear “You may be a monster. But so am I”
Love- How mysterious you are I’m afraid to let you in I’m afraid that you will corrupt my heart A weakness you may be You seem so frightening Maybe you will break down my walls Making me vulnerable Or maybe you will be good for me Maybe you will help me build relationships Maybe you will fill me with joy But frightening you still are And I dont know if I want you
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💍No ceremony can create your marriage;only you can do that through love and patience;through dedication and perseverance;through talking and listening,helping and supporting and believing in each other; through tenderness and laughter;through learning to forgive, learning to appreciate your differences,and by learning to make the important things matter, and to let go of the rest. and affirm the choice you make to stand together as lifemates and partners.There is never a time or place for true love.💍It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.💍For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the moreyou have.💍And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.💍
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WEDDING CEREMONY SCRIPT💍 (1)💍WEDDING CEREMONY SCRIPT💍 (1)💍 OTHER.THOSE RINGS MARK THE BEGINNING OF YOUR LONG JOURNEY TOGETHER.YOUR CIRCULAR WEDDING RINGS ARE A SYMBOL OF A NEVER ENDING LOVE THATYOU HAVE BOTH PLEDGED TODAY.NOW BY THE POWERS VESTED IN ME BY THE GRATEMOTHER AND LS ,IT IS MY HONOR TO DECLARE YOU MARRIED.GO FORTH & LIVE EACH DAY TO THE FULLEST. YOU MAY SEAL THIS DECLARATION WITH A KISS.[Kiss]I AM SO PLEASED TO PRESENT THE NEWLYWEDS, __________ & ________ .
💍We gather here today to celebrate the wedding of and . You came here to share in this formal commitment that usually made to one another, offering your love and support to this union, and to allow and to start their married life together surrounded by the people dearest and most important to them.So welcome ladies and gentlemen, who have traveled from near and far. and thank you for your presence here today and now ask for your blessing, encouragement, and lifelong support, for their decision is to be married. Will you, , take to be your MATE ? Groom: I will Officiant: Will you, _, take ___to be your MATE ? Bride: Yes!! I will In the spirit of the strong friendships to the marriage, ____ and . Two people in love do not live in isolation. Their love is a source of strength with which they may nourish not only each other but also the world around them. we, their friends and family, have a responsibility to this couple. By our care, respect, and love, we can support their marriage and the new family they are creating today. Well everyone, please rise. Will you all today, surround and in love, offering them the joys of your friendship, and supporting them in their marriage? All: We will You may be seated. Bride and Groom: I /, take you, / to be YOUR MATE, YOUR constant friend and partner, and YOUR love will work to create a bond of honesty, respect, and trust; one that withstands the tides of time and change, and grows . DO YOU vow to honor and respect YOUR MATE for all that you are and will take pride in who YOU are, both separately and together. YOUR home will be a sanctuary will YOU give your love freely and unconditionally. AND pledge this to you from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of our lives. BOTH SAY I DO PLACE the rings ON EACH OTHER, please. And now, repeat after me: ” I give you this ring, as a daily reminder of my love for you”.
By the power of your love and commitment, and the power OF GRATEMOTHER & LS vested in me, I now pronounce you MARED! You may kiss each other! and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. l The _ and __ have each prepared vows that they will read now. [Exchanging of vows] Rings give one nother honor their vows by holding unto the stone. The stone will be a physical reminder of the emotional and spiritual vows made on their wedding day. leaving the past behind and starting anew. It can be done between va ONE NOTHER MALEFICENT LS NOW PRESENTATION
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, and I would like to welcome everyone on this gorgeous day. Thank you for being here, now let’s begin. [] and [], what you’ve accomplished here today is no small feat. Your journey began way before you sent out the invitations, chose to spend the rest of your lives together. You welcomed others’ families, communities and lifelong friends, and joined them together with warmth and enthusiasm. Marriages bring hard days, just as they bring beautiful ones. This day is a reminder of what your love has already accomplished, and the amazing possibilities of what it can continue to accomplish and overcome in the many years ahead of you. [] and [__], do you take one another as partners, form this day forward, as YOUR MATE ?
(Couple says “We do!”)
And everyone here, do you promise to stand by this couple, to remind them of their vows, and to act as an example of love and family?
(Crowd says “We do!”)
[] and [] have chosen these rings to represent the unbreakable circle of life and love. Please place them on each other’s ring fingers and repeat after me. I give you this ring to remind you of this day we vowed that our love can overcome all things that our love unites, inspires & celebrates and will continue do so for the rest of our lives. [_] and [_], it is with such joy that I now send you out into the Avakin to spread the beautiful light that you share with those around you. By the power vested in me, I now,pronounce you married. You may now kiss and go celebrate!
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stone, representing the permanence of their vows, and even the foundation upon which the marriage would be built just like a house would start with one rock. The stone will be a physical reminder of the emotional and spiritual vows made on their wedding day. Henceforth, the couple is presented before either in the company of their beloved friends and family, welcomes the couple into the circle We are gathered together here to join and _____ in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities. l The _ and __ have each prepared vows that they will read now.
[Exchanging of vows]
Giving the rings to one another honoring their vows by holding unto the stone.
The stone will be a physical reminder of the emotional and spiritual vows made on their wedding day. leaving the past behind and starting anew. It can be done between the oath over the wedding stone or at the end of the ceremony as the couple exits the circle. NOW BECOME ONE LET NO MAN , KID , GIRL OR TROLLS COME BETWEEN YOU NEVER FORGET YOUR VOWS THAT YOU MADE OR WHY YOU MARRIED ONE ANOTHER
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REALITY TALENT/ FASHION SHOW
(Note: You do not have be LS member to join it)
Legacies (LS) are having an open competition mixing fashion with role-playing. In true America’s Got Talent format, contestants will dress and role-play out characters from different periods and genres. Each week it’s a new theme, and each week someone is eliminated till we have a WINNER!
EACH WEEK, for the next 6 weeks, the competition will be held on Monday at 6 pm Eastern. It starts Monday, August 9th.
A FABULOUS PRIZE AWAITS THE WINNER.
You will be given 4 minutes to role-play a small scene that you have put together. You may bring on a friend to help with the role- play. If the friend wishes to compete, they need to enter separately.
ONLY 6 WILL BE CHOSEN TO CONTINUE TO NEXT WEEKS TASK.
HOW TO ENTER:
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Starting APRIL 2, prior to 12 noonpm Eastern, invitations will be sent out to
Ensure you are dressed for the theme and ready to role-play. Have FUN!
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE A BLAST!
Check out Legacies (LS) at:
THE LS WEBSITE IS
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THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL IS
at LEGACIES LS
AND THE
INSTAGRAM at @maleficentlegaciesls
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Welcome to LEGACIES first road Casper! Here you run into many things, giggles, giggles with a little evil in me. Enjoy your trip in….and hope you make it out, giggles
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THE LEGACIES IS A CLOSE FAMILY BASED CLAN ☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆ MADE LEGACIES ON NOVEMBER 3 2018 WE ARE A VERY CLOSE FAMILY THAT OPERATES LIKE A UNIT WE HELP ONE ANOTHER AND WE ARE A DRAMA FREE ENVIRONMENT MOST OF ALL WE HAVE FUN EXPERIENCES AND A LOT OF LAUGHS WE TREAT EACH OTHER HOW WE WOULD LIKE TO BE TREATED…..WITH RESPECT!!!!!! WE SHOW LOVE, KINDNESS, AND JOY TOWARDS EACH OTHER
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REALITY TALENT/ FASHION SHOW
(Note: You do not have be LS member to join it)
Legacies (LS) are having an open competition mixing fashion with role-playing. In true America’s Got Talent format, contestants will dress and role-play out characters from different periods and genres. Each week it’s a new theme, and each week someone is eliminated till we have a WINNER!
EACH WEEK, for the next 6 weeks, the competition will be held on Monday at 6 pm Eastern. It starts Monday, August 9th.
A FABULOUS PRIZE AWAITS THE WINNER.
You will be given 4 minutes to role-play a small scene that you have put together. You may bring on a friend to help with the role- play. If the friend wishes to compete, they need to enter separately.
ONLY 6 WILL BE CHOSEN TO CONTINUE TO NEXT WEEKS TASK.
HOW TO ENTER:
Ensure you have friended ◇のøçFøяės†◇ŁŚ◇ friends code
QPC-91B and ☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆friend code QWZ-773 and said you are interested.
Starting APRIL 2, prior to 12 noonpm Eastern, invitations will be sent out to
Ensure you are dressed for the theme and ready to role-play. Have FUN!
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE A BLAST!
Check out Legacies (LS) at:
THE LS WEBSITE IS
Legaciesfamily.com
THE YOUTUBE CHANNEL IS
at LEGACIES LS
AND THE
INSTAGRAM at @maleficentlegaciesls
the LEGACIES family
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Title>working on it
GENDER >male
SPECIES >FAIRY, VAMPIRE, dragon, SHAPESHIFTER
BIRTHDAY>4-22
BIRTH PLACE >USA
PARENTS ARE> none
OCCUPATION> see what good at
RANK IS> EDITOR ON THE LS
WEEKLY NEWS RANK IS> LSNR
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LEGACIES JOURNAL EDITOR
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THAT SHOWS INTEREST AND SKILL IN CARING FOR WEAKENED MATES. THEY ALSO WATCH OVER THE OLDER OR I’LL OF LEGACIES. THE CARETAKER OF THE LEGACIES ENSURES WHEN ANY IN IS WOUND RECOVER PROPERLY NOT PUTTING TOO MUCH STRESS ON THEIR WOUNDS. THEY SERVE AS A SUPPORT UNITED TRY TO KEEP THE LEGACIES IN A HEALTHY STATE. CARE TAKING DOESN’T NOT MEAN HEALING; ITSELF MEANS HELPING TO SURVIVE, TO WATCH OVER AND MAKE SURE ONE DOES NOT FURTHER HURT THEMSELVES. AND CARETAKER HAS TO BE STERN TO THE WOUNDED. A GOOD CARETAKER NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT INJURIES ARE SERIOUS AND WHAT INJURIES CAN HEAL ON THEIR OWN.
HERE IS (( ☆†ખïłïφђ†☆ŁŚ☆ FRIENDS CODE QWP-J1Q)) GALLERY AND HELP ☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆ EDET PICTURES FOR LEGACIES ENCHANTED MODELS PRINCE TWILIGHT LS
HIS INSTGRAM IS
lil _prince_twilight
LEGACIES LS INTERPRETER SOUTH AFRICA TO ENGLISH FOR EMPRESS MALEFICENT LS
NAME>TwilightLS
GENDER >MALE
SPECIES WOLF/ FAIRY/ DRAGON
BIRTHDAY> JANUARY 8
BIRTH PLACE IS>THE ENCHANTED MOONWALKER FOREST PART OF THE ENCHANTED FOREST OF LEGACIES
PARENTS ARE> EMPRESS MALEFICENT LS
OCCUPATION> FIRST LEADING PRINCE LEGACIES LS INTERPRETER SOUTH AFRICA TO ENGLISH FOR EMPRESS MALEFICENT LS
& EDITOR ON THE WEBSITE https://legaciesfamily.wordpress.com/
& HELPS IN THE LS TIMES WEEKLY NEWS PAGE
RANK IS>LEGACIES LS INTERPRETER SOUTH AFRICA TO ENGLISH FOR EMPRESS MALEFICENT LS
ITS ALL ABOUT LEGACIES-LS FAMLEY AND FRINDS LEGACIES LS JOURNAL HAS 3 ARTHUR
THE EMPRESS MALEFICENT LS , FIRST PRINCE TWILIGHT LS , LADY ◎ŚÃPPHïRė◎ŁŚ◎
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(AVAKIN LIFE) 3D GAME RP = ROLE PLAY
WE ARE THE LEGACIES LS FAMLEY/CLANS
ARE YOUTUBE CHANEL LEGACIES LS
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With the game Avakin Life help we can bring are dreams to life giggels is the party side of legacies village bixby it holds some are good times and some are gif we have dun
LEGACIES LS FAMLEY/CLANS
*THE LEGACIES IS A CLOSE FAMILY BASED CLAN
*THAT HELPS ONE ANOTHER ENVIRONMENT WHICH HELPS TO MAKE IT A FUN EXPERIENCE AND A LOT OF LAUGHS.
*THAT’S ALL ABOUT RESPECT,LOVE,
PEACE,LITTLE DROMA,DANCING,VIDEO,
CLAN,FAMLEY,RP = ROLE PLAY
WE HAVE STARTED UP MAKEING SMALL MOVES CLIPS🍄Presented by🍄Legacies🍄LS
*☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆ MADE LEGACIES ON NOVEMBER 3 2018
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*AVAKIN LIFE
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*ARE WEBSITE IS LEGACIESFAMILY.COM
The Empress (≛ŁŚ)
☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆ friend code QWZ-773
The ultimate authority and creator of the clan. The Empress oversees, and has the highest access to all and any meeting she attends. She leads the Council of Elders and the Tribe Leaders. This rank can never be reached. It is a title only held by 1 person.The Right Hand (≜ŁŚ)
🏆The Right Hand (≜ŁŚ) 🏆
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The Right Hand is the second-in-command of the clan. The Right Hand assists the Empress by overseeing all activities within the clan. It is a title only | (TWILIGHT
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LEGACIES LS APPLICATION link and information you need to join and defent links so you can send in stuff and join us in magazine the avakin Tales Magazine
LEGACIES LS DOSE DO WEDDINGS LEGACIES EMPRESS ☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆ ŁŚ and (( ☆†ખïłïφђ†☆ŁŚ☆ FRIENDS CODE QWP-J1Q)) friend code QWZ-773
DOSE DO WEDDINGS ON AVAKIN LIFE FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS
Blackbullet LS LEGACIES ENCHANTED MODELS TASKS FOR
AUGUST/9 TO AUGUST/15
《THEME 》 MAKE A WELCOME SINE TO YOUR CIRCUS
1 YOUR NAME ______
2NAME YOUR CIRCUS
3 NAME 2 THANGS YOU SEE AT YOUR CIRCUS
4 DRESS UP AND LOOK LIKE YOU WOULD BELONG TO PART OF ITS WORLD
http://legaciesfamily.com/2020/01/23/legacies-ls-enchanted-models/
The AVAKIN TALES MAGAZINE
COME OUT ONCE MONTH
DOC FOREST IS FINEL EDITOR
AND MALEFICENT AND ALL THERE FRIENDS AND FAMILY EVERYONE THANKS FOR THINGS THEY SENT IN PLEASE LIKE AND FOLLOW US BBTMAG BLESSED BE TILL MEET AGEAN
LEGACIES LS APPLICATION link and information you need to join and defent links so you can send in stuff and join us in magazine the avakin Tales Magazine
LEGACIES LS DOSE DO WEDDINGS LEGACIES EMPRESS ☆๓åłėfïçėń†☆ŁŚ☆ ŁŚ and (( ☆†ખïłïφђ†☆ŁŚ☆ FRIENDS CODE QWP-J1Q)) friend code QWZ-773
DOSE DO WEDDINGS ON AVAKIN LIFE FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS
The Fun Never Stops
I really love yall
Awww how friends are when they miss each otherSorry I ain’t been around
blackbullet89 favorite color(s) ARE blue black red and grey blackbullet89 favorite food(s) ARE pizza chicken steak HE IS A musician so I listen to all kinds of music blackbullet89 HOBBIES HE love to skate work on computers play video games blackbullet89 YOUTUBE CHANNEL is Mrmusic Jones blackbullet89 has ben playing avakin life for 3 years 3 years ago blackbullet89 seen it in a ad so I downloaded it and it turned out to be pretty fun blackbullet89 kept coming back to meet new people and hang out in the different servers blackbullet89 Instagram is (jay jones) blackbullet89 favorite thing to do is probably buying clothes blackbullet89 don’t have a favert brands he really pay attention to the brands names blackbullet89 like to hang out at club sundown and the venue his favorite dances are slow it down, I know it, so fly when ask blackbullet89 What do you think Lockwood can do to make avakin life better? blackbullet89 replied saying they should lower the prices of some of the items cause I feel they are outrageously expensive
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