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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2025 7:21 pm
We're not just dreamers
We're the kind that comprehends
We gather up our forces
She's busy hearing voices again
Pneumonic screamers came to gather up our friends
If giving in is pointless, then, get out of bed
Or this might be the end  ๐Rษvenclษw Thฤฑrd Yeษษพ ๐ Amษteuษพ Libษพษษพiษn ๐ Seeษพ ๐ *เฉโฉโงโหเผบโเผป*เฉโฉโงโหAnaรญs was thankful she'd gotten more comfortable with Clover's hugs since she definitely welcomed this one after all the confusion. She couldn't help her smile at her bubbly's friends usual excitement as she went on to introduce her (our?!) mother, pinking yet again at hearing that she'd apparently head allot about her. She was a bit surprised to hear about her-their!-father and more so once the words set in that they had just met this summer. At least she wasn't the only one going through a whirlwind! Before the man could speak however, Clover continued on by explaining what had happened once they separated at the platform which only sparked more confusion because what did she mean they were kicked out a grove?!
Luckily, Peona managed to calm her friend a bit by saying they had time to hear about all the changes and to let the, her-their, the man! To let the man introduce himself. Anaรญs lightly pat her friend's hand in a consoling manner and couldn't react to hearing her news about their move before the man introduced himself as Sigmund and said that she could call him Papa as well but only if she wanted to. It was a tempting offer, the teen couldn't lie, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so. Not yet. So she just shyly nodded and offered him a small grin. "It's nice to meet you. B-both of you!" she hastily added looking back over at Peony. "I'm um, I'm really thankful that you're doing this for me." Anaรญs trailed off slightly, a bit embarrassed as she didn't really know what to say. Unfortunately there wasn't a book of good conversation starters with a new family (yes she had checked and many of them involved dating which was just, no.)
Voices hearing you loud
We're taking the sound back with us
Now, I'm hearing you loud
We're coming around
Just give us more
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2026 2:08 pm
 Isolde 'Izzy' CroweUnsorted โ First Year โ Eleven Years Old โ Single
Her eleventh birthday had tasted like ash and fear.
All morning, the Henderson boys had made her pay for existing. Kyle (fifteen) and his younger brother Liam (thirteen) had perfected the art of making her life hell. They forced her to do their chores โ scrubbing their filthy trainers, taking out the bins in the pouring rain, cleaning the bathroom they deliberately trashed.
Whenever Mrs. Henderson asked why things werenโt done, the boys blamed โthe creepy new girl.โ If Izzy protested, they pinched her hard enough to bruise, twisted her arm behind her back, or threatened to burn the only photo she had left of her mother. โFreak,โ they called her. โWitch.โ โThing that shouldโve died in that fire with your mum.โ
By late afternoon, Kyle had grown bored of the usual torments. He snatched the silver locket from around Izzyโs neck while she was washing dishes, the chain snapping painfully against her skin. He dangled it over the stairwell railing, laughing as she begged him to give it back.
โYou want it, freak? Go fetch.โ He dropped it, and the locket fell toward the hard tiled floor below, where it would certainly be ruined beyond repair. It was then that something inside Izzy snapped.
The lights in the entire house flickered and died with a loud pop. A vicious, unnatural wind tore through the hallway, even though all the windows were closed. The locket stopped mid-air, suspended for a heartbeat, then shot backward โ straight into Izzyโs outstretched hand, as though yanked by an invisible string. The metal was warm against her palm.
โBloody hell,โ Kyle cursed as he staggered back. Liam tried to shove Izzy, but the heavy wooden banister beside him groaned and splintered violently, forcing him to stumble away. A mirror on the wall cracked in a perfect spiderweb pattern without being touched. Every cupboard door in the kitchen downstairs flew open at once, crashing against the walls.
โOi! Whatโs going on up there?โ Mrs. Henderson screamed from the bottom of the stairs. When the lights finally came back on, she found her two sons pale and shaken, and Izzy standing perfectly still at the top of the stairs, clutching her locket as though it were the only solid object left in the world. Silent tears cut clean tracks down her dirty cheeks, but her face was eerily calm.
That was the final straw, and by 8:30 p.m., the social worker had arrived. There would be no more warnings. No more foster homes. Ms. Patel looked exhausted and guilty as she helped Izzy gather her few belongings.
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The car pulled up to the curb outside the old red-brick building just after 9:30 p.m. Rain hammered on the roof. The social worker, a tired woman in her forties, let out a long sigh and turned around in her seat. โIโm sorry, Isolde. This is the only place with an open bed tonight. Youโll be safe here,โ she said, trying offer assurance she didn't really feel. The placement appeared on her phone where she was certain there was nothing the moment previous, and a location she honestly wasn't familiar with.
Izzy said nothing. She unbuckled her seatbelt, picked up her bag, and stepped out into the downpour. The rain was merciless, persistent, insistent, and cold. Ms. Patel watched the small girl walk up the steps. She almost got out to help, but something in Izzyโs quiet, straight-backed posture stopped her. Instead, she waited until the girl reached the heavy wooden door.
Izzy stood there for a long moment, rain streaming down her face, mixing with the tears she refused to acknowledge. Her mid-back-length dark brown hair clung wetly to her shoulders and back. The silver locket was hidden safely under her damp jumper again, warm against her skin.
She raised her small fist and knocked, and the sound was almost swallowed by the rain. A minute passed. Then two. Finally, the door creaked open, and a figure appeared in the doorway. Izzy looked up, hazel eyes steady despite the cold and the tears. โPlease โฆ can I come in?โ Her voice was quiet but clear. โItโs raining.โ
 "The horses on the cobbled stones go by, think I'll get one, one fine day
And ride into the countryside and very far away
But now as the daylight disappears, I best find a place to sleep
Think I'll slip into the bell tower, In the church just down the street
Maybe I can find a place I can call my home
Maybe I can find a home I can call my own"
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AliceInWonderland0921 Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2026 12:59 am
xxโด Wสแดสแด แดสแด แดกแด?? Wool's Orphanage
xxxโด Wสแด ษชs แดกษชแดส แดs?? No one yet
xxxxโด Wสแดแด's Gแดษชษดษข Oษด? Meeting our daughters
xxxxxโด Wสแดแด's ษขแดษชษดษข แดษด ษชษดsษชแด
แด แดแดส สแดแดแด
s? Dad jokes and worry
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2026 1:22 am
xxโพ Wสแดสแด Aแด I? Wool's Orphanage
xxxโพ Wสแด Is Wษชแดส Mแด? The Tewdwrs
xxxxโพ Wสแดแด's Gแดษชษดษข Oษด? I dunno!
xxxxxโพ Wสแดแด's Iษดsษชแด
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? I wonder what's special about today
Ophelia had been living at Wool's for a long time... or at least it seemed like a long time. Time was still pretty tricky to understand. Today was apparently an important day, so Miss Toni helped tie her fluffy hair into pigtails, adorned with bows. Once the girl got dressed in one of her favorite dresses and put on some clickity bracelets, it was time to start the day. She headed downstairs, looking around. There wasn't really anything different down here, so she wasn't sure why there was a big hubbub. The girl panicked and hid behind a wall when she heard voices in the entryway. She definitely didn't want to meet new people!
With bated breath, the blonde froze, trying to determine who the voices belonged to. Wait.... they sounded familiar! Ophelia peeked around the doorway seeing Missus Eira and Mister Emrys there. She debated on scurrying away, but instead she offered a little wave toward the grown-ups. They had been pretty nice to her, but they were still grown-ups! She wondered if they knew what the big news was? "Hi there," she whispered, offering a timid smile toward them.
{{Wearing :: Stripes and Polka Dots}}
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2026 6:15 pm
Lynx was wrapped in a giant blanket with a mug in hand. There was some visiting adults. Lynx recognized them. Perhaps they picked one of the little ones? Lynx had already figured they would end up aging out. They were a angsty teen and not a cute small sweet child. They wated the little was adopted. They still had a need for tons of love. They decided to at least say hi and set thier mug down but said bundled when then walked over. "Hey! Merry Christmas!" Lynx said in a over all festive mood
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2026 7:15 pm
xxโด Wสแดสแด แดสแด แดกแด?? Wool's Orphanage
xxxโด Wสแด ษชs แดกษชแดส แดs?? Lynx and Ophelia
xxxxโด Wสแดแด's Gแดษชษดษข Oษด? Meeting our daughters
xxxxxโด Wสแดแด's ษขแดษชษดษข แดษด ษชษดsษชแด
แด แดแดส สแดแดแด
s? Dad jokes and worry
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AliceInWonderland0921 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2026 1:19 am
xxโพ Wสแดสแด Aแด I? Wool's Orphanage
xxxโพ Wสแด Is Wษชแดส Mแด? Lynx & The Tewdwrs Mom? Dad?
xxxxโพ Wสแดแด's Gแดษชษดษข Oษด? Adoption?
xxxxxโพ Wสแดแด's Iษดsษชแด
แด Mส Hแดแดแด
? Why do they always say "official"?
Ophelia skittered a few feet away when another girl - one home on winter holiday - appeared nearby, wishing the grown ups a merry christmas. The younger girl looked between her and the grown-ups, who also said a merry christmas. Mister Emrys said they were officially meeting, but Ophelia was pretty sure she'd met these guys before. Many times, actually. But grown-ups were very strange, she'd learned. They then said they wanted to adopt both her and Lynx. They said it was official, and the younger girl tilted her head. Why did grown-ups like the word official so much?
Her dark eyes went wide when they offered their names again, this time saying they could also call them mom and dad. This was all very big news! Ophelia looked back over at Lynx, shuffling a bit nervously. "You're adopting us? Lynx a-and also me too? Fish-illy?" She wasn't sure what to do with two parents. She'd only ever had one before, and even then, he mum hadn't ever really spent time with her. She fidgeted with her hands, nervous about the whole situation. It was all very strange!
{{Wearing :: Stripes and Polka Dots}}
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2026 3:26 am
Lynx listened to the adults, They seemed a happy nervous? When adoption was mentioned Lynx's eyes got big. "Y-You guys want me?" Lynx said supprised. Ophilia sure she was a cutie. Lynx wasn't going to say no. "You sure I'm told I'm a handful" They replied with a half snarky half nervous smile. They really did want someone to call mom and dad. Therapy taught them it wouldn't be erasing their first ones.
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AliceInWonderland0921 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2026 2:15 pm
xxโด Wสแดสแด แดสแด แดกแด?? Wool's Orphanage
xxxโด Wสแด ษชs แดกษชแดส แดs?? Lynx and Ophelia
xxxxโด Wสแดแด's Gแดษชษดษข Oษด? Meeting our daughters
xxxxxโด Wสแดแด's ษขแดษชษดษข แดษด ษชษดsษชแด
แด แดแดส สแดแดแด
s? Dad jokes and worry
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