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Coco:  Heyyyyy, have you heard about the Discord Server Shop?
          
          Alexa: Discord Server Shop? What's that?
          
          Coco: It's this amazing place where they craft customized Discord servers. You just fill a form, and they weave magic!
          
          Alexa: Really? Sounds intriguing. Why should I try it?
          
          Coco: Trust me, it's like having your own online house/kingdom or whatever. Patience is the key, but once it's done, it's pure awesomnesssss. I have already got mine, and it's like my own mystical corner of the internet. You should totally give it a try!
          
          Alexa: Sounds awesome! How do I start?
          
          Coco: Just visit their shop, submit your desires, and let the magic unfold. I will share the link for your easy access! You won't be disappointed.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/357638041-forest-magecrafts-discord-server-template-shop
          
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─────-ˏˋ  M E L I F L U O U S
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          A song is not made in a day or by an individual. The right notes of the instruments, the harmony of the voice. The meaningful lyrics and the kick drumming beats. Without even one, the melody is incomplete.
          
          01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50
          ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻
          
          Within us, find the notes that make you dance. Explore what we offer; play your instrument. Hum your tune, and be a part of our symphony. ⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.
          
          ꒰꒱ We are currently need musicans who specialise in these roles: 
          
          Bio Designers
          Playlist Designers
          Theme Designers
          Graphic Designers
          
          ꒰꒱ You'll like the melody!
                       ҂ ⋮ ❛ Hurry ! Tap the link and grab your roles. ❜ (๑´³`(⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/335443473?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Mellifluous_Comm&wp_originator=CzonY3V%2F0HQyTsGxtmjsWica8w4EkRyFybJhx9E%2BiwW87FY1N800jRUunCdEQweSHYxHZRx4VIXKyHNjgDWCygBgiKYK4cmB2I0JoLw5Kv%2FD0TpWSO2FXCkkwmHLUC6f

Hiiiii Beautiful People ❤️
          How are you all doing?
          "If you don't do it than who will"
          With this interesting quote I just want you to know that you can do anything you put your mind too.
          Sometimes it's hard and that's okay but come back stronger or just be proud of yourself that you come back. You know last few days I was so lazy but that's part of life one day you can be active and the next day you're lazy or just not that active. It's part of life. The important thing is you heal ✨️ from whatever you go through that maybe friendship breakup or from your boyfriend. I think it's hard to go through a breakup but but it takes time like maybe weeks, months but it gets better later on. Believe in yourself that you can do anything ✨️ and you will . You know BELIEVE is something that will help you in life so much that when you'll look back you'll say it was worth the struggle. 
          Take care ❤️
          Stay safe ✨️
          Lot's of love ❤️ 
          REMINDERS:-
          -make sure you eat your meals on time 
          -drink enough water
          -Take some sunlight 
          - read some novels
          - spend time doing self care
          - spend time with your loved ones  #Lifesshots 
          Love you sweetheart *gives you hug and cup of coffee/anything you love to drink*
          Bye ✨️❤️
          

“We were like the mall before the internet, it was the one place to be.”
          
          Aviothic (n.) - The strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.
          
          ‘The Aviothics’ is a Wattpad-Discord based community that offers various services such as graphics, editing, reviews, and much more! 
          From projects to events for all, ‘The Aviothics’ make work and fun a priority!
          
          Current Status: HIRING!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/338866426-%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%A1%F0%9D%90%9E-%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%AF%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%A1%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%9C%F0%9D%90%AC-%F0%9D%90%87%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%91%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%86

❅◟Looking to help others improve their current skills?..⨳
          
          ✸↷@-SnowFall_Community- is hiring trainers for their newest project SnowFall Studies! We're providing lessons in varying levels of experience (i.e. beginner, intermediate, and advanced) for graphics designers, writers, editors, and more Wattpad affiliated roles! If you think you have what it takes to become a leader and teach others, check out our training book!We are hiring trainers and trainees both! What are you waiting for? ... ⿴
          
          ⭓◟→ *NOTE: beware that completing the interview process can be time consuming. Looking to help others improve their current skills? ⪩,★
          
          LINK : https://www.wattpad.com/story/317699083-snowfall-studies

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (10th january 2023) 
          
          
          collapsed gravity, standing time;  a future unattended, a past repeated. crinkled boats, suffering ink wells; where words end, feelings begin. snow from moon, smudges that sting; the torment of blood a maze refined. 
          
          tree of pain, rehearsed branches of hope; frolicking miracle, a shadow of the banished. cozen jasmine, 
          mutable vases; toes wild, lambent homelessness. mineral cheeks, kiss of citrus; you are fire with flames that hug. 
          
          a galaxy of maple lakes, a century of strings; kite of contact, a warm pendulum. inherent catapult, beauty a candle flicker; an archipelago of petals, a bee of sedation.  tinsels of wisteria, needles of kin; vermillion heaven, welcoming hell. 
          
          frozen spring, olive bricks; swings glaucous, pomegranate unhealthy. conifer vigilant, love that condenses; taj mahal of twilight, a philocalist spirit. never you open before the awaken, a heart that carries orchids; bloom before the broken, the ones who do not know burial. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          [ if you wish to read an explanation for this token, please grace my message board with your honoured presence. i assure you it shall be worth your time (: ] 
          

a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)  
          
          steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft. 
          
          a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission. 
          
          jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias. 
          
          violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements,  frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (22nd december 2022) 
          
          grasp the knuckles, hold fear like gold; there is passion in black, there is a spectrum of truth in all thunders. process the baubles of celebrations tenderly, venture early through mishaps terrible; where one sorrow settles, another blossoms. 
          
          track the flames of joy and homes of tender buttresses; enjoy tunnelling paths like worms, enjoy the sport of fulgence. a rainbow of paroxysms,  with fleeting edges of juvenile feathers; two rights rarely understand one another. 
          
          distinguish snow between its home and the second, what is consumed by it is eaten by another. forge the candelabrum, halt at fatal essences; where a mind breeds heartbeats like cactus water. 
          
          swept by silence, kept by roars; what is a mind then except for a fragment of frosted tomorrow? an envelope ensconced like an island dipped in fever, carriage of blood melted in a tide of camphor. it is rough, it is a battle; what is any weapon inside a cave, a cave of darkness?  
           #adropofhumanity