the afternoon started with a simple plan to βjust look around,β but somehow Coatheβs Yujin and Caelthwynnβs Sarang ended up carrying way more shopping bags than either of them intended. every time Caelthwynn's Sarang said she was only browsing, she somehow found something else she wanted to buy, while Coathe's Yujin kept picking random things off the shelves and asking, βwhat if i get this?β only to put it back five seconds later. they spent hours wandering between stores, stopping for snacks whenever they got tired and arguing over which items were actually worth buying. at one point, Coathe's Yujin held up the most ridiculous accessory imaginable and said, βbe honest, this suits me, right?β earning an immediate βabsolutely notβ from Caelthwynn's Sarang. by the time they finally left the mall, both of them were exhausted, arms full of shopping bags, and already laughing about how a quick trip somehow turned into an entire day out.
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wynnies, tebak yang mana yang bunga??
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γγγTiny home filled with luck,
γγβ‘.. γ@Caelthwynn! πγπΥ. .Υπ¦―
γγγMorning settles softly into our little den, carrying apple-sweet light and the quiet warmth of your smile. It lingers like sunlight on wooden floors, gentle and unhurried, as if the day itself chose to celebrate @PromiseSeason, @Eeljes, @LoreOfLourette, @HouseOfSteinwalds, @Altefiore, & @Thenoirveth! Where the little den hums with stillness; each hour steeped in quiet bloom.
Every month, every moment: a gentle reminder that love can feel like home. The world slows down to the rhythm of usβa sanctuary built of arms and whispers, happy-go-lucky my constant hush of peace αΆ» π π° .α Χ π
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γγγTiny home filled with luck,
γγβ‘.. γ@Caelthwynn! πγπΥ. .Υπ¦―
γγγMorning settles softly into our little den, carrying apple-sweet light and the quiet warmth of your smile. It lingers like sunlight on wooden floors, gentle and unhurried, as if the day itself chose to celebrate @PromiseSeason, @Eeljes, @LoreOfLourette, @HouseOfSteinwalds, @Altefiore, & @Thenoirveth! Where the little den hums with stillness; each hour steeped in quiet bloom.
Every month, every moment: a gentle reminder that love can feel like home. The world slows down to the rhythm of usβa sanctuary built of arms and whispers, happy-go-lucky my constant hush of peace αΆ» π π° .α Χ π
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Forwarded from Anarchy With The Lorth; Resist Until The End.
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RAISED ON NOISE. POWERED BYCHAOS.
CALLING ALL THE ONES DOWN TO RAISE HELL.
Rebelling to ride with the tribe, Darkness lit by the warmth-of-kin. This was where the forgotten get remembered, and the invisible finally get seen. The spot you've been low-key chasing forever and the thing you've been searching for on quiet nights. We're wrapped in shadow, but don't get it twisted. We are color, too wild to name, too bold to show. Wondering what the fight's for? Thought so! Here it is. Scouting for... β (Parents: 1979β1993.) (Aunty & Uncle: 1994β1999) But don't get lost in curiosity, peep what's already locked in on the Taken List. Miss the mark? We'll send you running aimlessly.
Think you're cut out for this? Then move, don't wait for permission! Just send us your curiosity through @LorthBot. and we'll be waiting for your burning rebellious spirit. Rebels move different. Always have.
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RAISED ON NOISE. POWERED BY
CALLING ALL THE ONES DOWN TO RAISE HELL.
Born To Be The Glitch In Your System.xXx. 00-20-0025. WE LIGHT THΓSE ON FIRE. πΊRebelling to ride with the tribe, Darkness lit by the warmth-of-kin. This was where the forgotten get remembered, and the invisible finally get seen. The spot you've been low-key chasing forever and the thing you've been searching for on quiet nights. We're wrapped in shadow, but don't get it twisted. We are color, too wild to name, too bold to show. Wondering what the fight's for? Thought so! Here it is. Scouting for... β (Parents: 1979β1993.) (Aunty & Uncle: 1994β1999) But don't get lost in curiosity, peep what's already locked in on the Taken List. Miss the mark? We'll send you running aimlessly.
Hey Lorths! This feels like the move. I'm claiming my place as (Mother, Father, Aunty, Uncle), ready to ride with the tribe. Name's @.Username ( Nama Muse) born in (Line Muse). Accept me⦠or run. I'm coming either way.Think you're cut out for this? Then move, don't wait for permission! Just send us your curiosity through @LorthBot. and we'll be waiting for your burning rebellious spirit. Rebels move different. Always have.
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γγγγβ η·ζ§θ¨εΏ΅ζ₯γγγ§γ¨γ ! β
γγγTiny home filled with luck,
γγβ‘.. γ@Caelthwynn! πγπΥ. .Υπ¦―
γγγMorning settles softly into our little den, carrying apple-sweet light and the quiet warmth of your smile. It lingers like sunlight on wooden floors, gentle and unhurried, as if the day itself chose to celebrate @MaisonOfNethers, @YJFluence, @dewmourne, @TheOdysseans & @scenier! Where the little den hums with stillness; each hour steeped in quiet bloom.
Every month, every moment: a gentle reminder that love can feel like home. The world slows down to the rhythm of usβa sanctuary built of arms and whispers, happy-go-lucky my constant hush of peace αΆ» π π° .α Χ π
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γγγγβ η·ζ§θ¨εΏ΅ζ₯γγγ§γ¨γ ! β
γγγTiny home filled with luck,
γγβ‘.. γ@Caelthwynn! πγπΥ. .Υπ¦―
γγγMorning settles softly into our little den, carrying apple-sweet light and the quiet warmth of your smile. It lingers like sunlight on wooden floors, gentle and unhurried, as if the day itself chose to celebrate @MaisonOfNethers, @YJFluence, @dewmourne, @TheOdysseans & @scenier! Where the little den hums with stillness; each hour steeped in quiet bloom.
Every month, every moment: a gentle reminder that love can feel like home. The world slows down to the rhythm of usβa sanctuary built of arms and whispers, happy-go-lucky my constant hush of peace αΆ» π π° .α Χ π
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βIt all started when Caelthwynnβs Anxin really wanted to play the drums but didn't want to jam alone, so he called up Altefioreβs Gawin to bring over his guitar for a casual practice session to fill their lazy Sunday afternoon. The moment Gawin arrived, Anxin couldn't help but laugh seeing him dump out a massive, chaotic pile of guitar picks from his bag, jokingly asking if he was planning to supply a whole tour. They quickly settled into a cozy groove, strumming and drumming along while singing their favorite 20s band tunes together. Bored of just sitting behind the drum kit after a while, Anxin even borrowed Gawin's guitar for a bit to play some chords, enjoying the rare role reversal.
βHowever, the casual session eventually took a toll on Gawin. Exhausted from his busy schedule, his back started aching badly from sitting too long, forcing him to just give up and collapse flat on the floor to rest. He ended up hilariously placing his upper body right on top of his guitar case with his legs stretched out on the rug. Seeing the ridiculous sight, Anxin just laughed and shook his head, letting the tired musician relax in that silly position while the peaceful Sunday afternoon rolled on.
βHowever, the casual session eventually took a toll on Gawin. Exhausted from his busy schedule, his back started aching badly from sitting too long, forcing him to just give up and collapse flat on the floor to rest. He ended up hilariously placing his upper body right on top of his guitar case with his legs stretched out on the rug. Seeing the ridiculous sight, Anxin just laughed and shook his head, letting the tired musician relax in that silly position while the peaceful Sunday afternoon rolled on.
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γγγγβ η·ζ§θ¨εΏ΅ζ₯γγγ§γ¨γ ! β
γγγTiny home filled with luck,
γγβ‘.. γ@Caelthwynn! πγπΥ. .Υπ¦―
γγγMorning settles softly into our little den, carrying apple-sweet light and the quiet warmth of your smile. It lingers like sunlight on wooden floors, gentle and unhurried, as if the day itself chose to celebrate @TheVisnja, @Roesjad, @TheWilkins, @HeartSteallar, and @GhostOfMorthen! Where the little den hums with stillness; each hour steeped in quiet bloom.
Every month, every moment: a gentle reminder that love can feel like home. The world slows down to the rhythm of usβa sanctuary built of arms and whispers, happy-go-lucky my constant hush of peace αΆ» π π° .α Χ π
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γγγγβ η·ζ§θ¨εΏ΅ζ₯γγγ§γ¨γ ! β
γγγTiny home filled with luck,
γγβ‘.. γ@Caelthwynn! πγπΥ. .Υπ¦―
γγγMorning settles softly into our little den, carrying apple-sweet light and the quiet warmth of your smile. It lingers like sunlight on wooden floors, gentle and unhurried, as if the day itself chose to celebrate @TheVisnja, @Roesjad, @TheWilkins, @HeartSteallar, and @GhostOfMorthen! Where the little den hums with stillness; each hour steeped in quiet bloom.
Every month, every moment: a gentle reminder that love can feel like home. The world slows down to the rhythm of usβa sanctuary built of arms and whispers, happy-go-lucky my constant hush of peace αΆ» π π° .α Χ π
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