Forwarded from The Wendissle Records: “A Secrets In Dusted Ink.”
Dinner started with Corwell's Jeemin claiming she wasn’t that hungry—cut to five minutes later and she’s already planning dessert -___-
She looked calm, elegant, borderline mysterious. You’d never guess she’s actually just waiting for Wendissle's Kya to finish choosing her sushi so she can steal a piece.
Kya, on the other hand, was in full focus mode—eyebrows slightly furrowed, chopsticks aligned, seafood dreams loading. She didn’t talk much either, just nodded once and went for the fattest salmon like a professional.
They didn’t need conversation; just existing in the same booth felt like enough.
One scrolled through her phone with the world’s most dramatic sighs, the other took her time placing sushi pieces like it was a strategy game.
— Jeemin & Kya: Weekend diaries, chapter dinner. 🧸
She looked calm, elegant, borderline mysterious. You’d never guess she’s actually just waiting for Wendissle's Kya to finish choosing her sushi so she can steal a piece.
Kya, on the other hand, was in full focus mode—eyebrows slightly furrowed, chopsticks aligned, seafood dreams loading. She didn’t talk much either, just nodded once and went for the fattest salmon like a professional.
They didn’t need conversation; just existing in the same booth felt like enough.
One scrolled through her phone with the world’s most dramatic sighs, the other took her time placing sushi pieces like it was a strategy game.
— Jeemin & Kya: Weekend diaries, chapter dinner. 🧸
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Forwarded from Glow where the zest Flows: Kwangerine Zestival! 🎪🍊
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The lights are dim, the stage breathes, and all that's left is one voice—yours. We’re setting the stage for a BOO SEUNGKWAN ONLY to join PAGUYUBAN, and the final spotlight seeks its rightful star. This isn’t just a casting call. It’s a summons for those who feel music in their bones and presence in their core.
(Notice) If you’ve ever longed to be part of something that feels like a final encore every time we gather—this is your opening cue and make sure you understand how the paguyuban system works.
(https://t.me/+auM1voJlkK4zMmZl)
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The lights are dim, the stage breathes, and all that's left is one voice—yours. We’re setting the stage for a BOO SEUNGKWAN ONLY to join PAGUYUBAN, and the final spotlight seeks its rightful star. This isn’t just a casting call. It’s a summons for those who feel music in their bones and presence in their core.
(Notice) If you’ve ever longed to be part of something that feels like a final encore every time we gather—this is your opening cue and make sure you understand how the paguyuban system works.
(https://t.me/+auM1voJlkK4zMmZl)
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KWANGERINE HADIR.
Tongkrongan jruk fenomenal, yg g fenomenal gsh join, phm-! *memberi paham dengan nada kak gem*
BY MENSIP TGL 1 BY
Main ch @kwangerines
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Ch arsip @kwangerinotes
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♥︎. “A Quiet Bond ; A tale behind cracked piano keys 𐚁
─── I. Once, the rain changed its
mind. Only the hush of wind
remained and tiny footsteps
along an old wooden hall,
delivering a letter from beneath
the stairs. 💌
✱ A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestine’s giggles, or Ernest’s sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TheEldraeth, @TheNorbury, @Tyunthera, and @TheVentresca love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
🏠🐻❄️🐹 @CorwellWorld.
─── I. Once, the rain changed its
mind. Only the hush of wind
remained and tiny footsteps
along an old wooden hall,
delivering a letter from beneath
the stairs. 💌
✱ A tender friendship... (&. woven through gentle hours. Every word, adorned with wistful laughter. Among clinking teaspoons and warm honeyed tea, the feeling never faded like Celestine’s giggles, or Ernest’s sleepy hums in his rocking chair. They become lullabies, become illustrations, become the pale moon at the window waiting quietly for us to return. For those being celebrated, @TheEldraeth, @TheNorbury, @Tyunthera, and @TheVentresca love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it arrives like a small cat: silent, soft, and unwilling to leave.
In the hush of silence,
something wordless lingered,
🏠🐻❄️🐹 @CorwellWorld.
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ㅤ ✷ .. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦.
The elements of life, bound to sacred purpose, leave a remarkable imprint on all living souls: @ZhouSeason! The gates now open for the stewards of each season. Decree is extended to each soul graced by the goddess. To the sacred seasonal guardians—this call is unmistakably yours.
ㅤ⬧ MOTHER FIGURE ( 1990-1992 )
ㅤ⬧ AUNTY & UNCLE ( 1993-1998)
ㅤ⬧ CHILDREN ( 1999-2006 )
Such an opportunity comes but once. Its purity remains unchanging, like the icy river beside the cliff’s edge. Before you send your request, kindly refer to the TAKEN LIST first.
Send your message to
our mailbox: @ZhhouBot. / ☘🧧
With heartfelt regards,
@ZhouSeason.
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ㅤ ✷ .. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦.
The elements of life, bound to sacred purpose, leave a remarkable imprint on all living souls: @ZhouSeason! The gates now open for the stewards of each season. Decree is extended to each soul graced by the goddess. To the sacred seasonal guardians—this call is unmistakably yours.
ㅤ⬧ MOTHER FIGURE ( 1990-1992 )
ㅤ⬧ AUNTY & UNCLE ( 1993-1998)
ㅤ⬧ CHILDREN ( 1999-2006 )
Such an opportunity comes but once. Its purity remains unchanging, like the icy river beside the cliff’s edge. Before you send your request, kindly refer to the TAKEN LIST first.
Send your message to
our mailbox: @ZhhouBot. / ☘🧧
O keepers of the seasons! I'm [@Username &. Muse with Line], and I am honored to step into the role of [Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Children Figure]. With heartfelt regards,
@ZhouSeason.
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Forwarded from Palatinate—Yonks: Norbury’s House.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPALATINATE YONKS:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE CALL TO RETURN. ㅤ
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Some bonds are not of blood, but of reverence, silent vows passed like tides through time. The House of Norbury calls only those who feel the rhythm, who know the hush of lineage within. The turtle leads, not in haste, but in truth. As it bears its shell, so do we carry memory, layered, lived, unbroken.
This is no summons of status, but of stillness. A quiet invitation to walk alongside something enduring.
𑆅 ... Those born of 1994–1998
ㅤㅤㅤare now called Ocean Sentinels.
𑆅 ... Those born of 1999–2010 rise as the
ㅤㅤ Young Kin: Bearers of Shell, Harmony, Dawn.
If the cadence feels familiar, if the words rest upon your spirit as if remembered, then you have already heard the call.
Deliver this vow to the shellkeeper: @TheNorburyBot.
Your name shall be held—not broadcast, but remembered, within the SCROLL OF KIN.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ With shell steady and spirit still,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE NORBURY.🤍
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPALATINATE YONKS:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE CALL TO RETURN. ㅤ
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“Begins anew—not as mere inhabitants of time.” ㅤSome bonds are not of blood, but of reverence, silent vows passed like tides through time. The House of Norbury calls only those who feel the rhythm, who know the hush of lineage within. The turtle leads, not in haste, but in truth. As it bears its shell, so do we carry memory, layered, lived, unbroken.
This is no summons of status, but of stillness. A quiet invitation to walk alongside something enduring.
𑆅 ... Those born of 1994–1998
ㅤㅤㅤare now called Ocean Sentinels.
𑆅 ... Those born of 1999–2010 rise as the
ㅤㅤ Young Kin: Bearers of Shell, Harmony, Dawn.
If the cadence feels familiar, if the words rest upon your spirit as if remembered, then you have already heard the call.
I come not for crown nor acclaim, but for continuity. I am (Name & ID), born in (Birth Year) of (Muse), and I have felt the pulse of something ancient. I ask not to lead, nor to follow—but to walk within. Shellbound, and ready.
Deliver this vow to the shellkeeper: @TheNorburyBot.
Your name shall be held—not broadcast, but remembered, within the SCROLL OF KIN.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ With shell steady and spirit still,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE NORBURY.
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heyoy! good night, owell! i wasn’t planning to do anything today tbh... but the sky was being cute! 🐹🍀 so i walked a bit, listened to a silly playlist, and now i’m craving strawberry milk for no reason 🥣 here’s a few moments before i turn into a blanket burrito again :p 🐛🩷
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