(Earth-1048, New York)
Just your friendly neighborhood brotherhood beneath the city lights. Nothing to see here...
or is there?

The spider web stretches out, hidden somewhere beyond the skyline, yeah at least for now. But when the newspapers had spread the information, that they were wanted to join Leutwin. Uh, don't let the nerdy look fool you because it's not joining the Intelligence Agency, but to become the Friendly Neighborhood, a new identity within themselves. They always prioritize the manners that must be established between them, which is able to blend with their energy, able to respect the Leutwin rules and keep the web intact, and this is open for 1998-2009 male only. Twins are not permitted, so make sure to check the taken list before stepping forward. If those criteria fit you and got that nerdy hero energy? Yeah, we're looking for you. Just suit up! and get the format here.

        

jalan jalan

dengan sepatu

roda ku

kiri kanan

ikuti irama

lagu

udah siap belum?~~~

Last night felt like something pulled straight out of a dream we didn't want to wake from. It all started with Melvnoir's Ryujin being dramatically bored and sending out the call. And just like that, the girls said yes without a second thought. Greesacht's Ryujin swooped in with the most iconic energy: table already booked, not a single detail left to chance. Reedwart's Ryujin waved off any worry about the bill like it was nothing, which — okay, we are so keeping her. And just like that, Melvnoir's Ryujin and Cathéct's Ryujin locked eyes for half a second before going “𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛!” in perfect unison, the way only people who share a single brain cell can. The night carried itself from there: steaks that were honestly criminal, whiskey sipped slowly, and laughter that echoed just a little too loud for a classy table. Wouldn't trade it for anything.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVARNISHED OF MEMORY
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(13th of June.)  :  Letter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhere the brush still breathes?

It hung where time moved slowly—dust drifting like whispered prayers, golden light flickering across its worn frame. The painting, old as memory, stared back not with eyes, but with something deeper, the ache of what once was. Brushstrokes, though cracked, still breathed with intention. And still, it spoke. To those who dared linger. To @Scenier, @YJFluence, @LegacyOfDustborne, @Dewmourne, @Thirensoles, @MaisonOfNethers and @Soulstice17 who stood before it in reverence, their reflections caught within the canvas’s quiet ache. No one remembered the artist’s name. But the soul? The soul remained—trapped, blooming, eternal. Proof that some beauty outlives even the hands that made it. With endless gratitude to all who wandered here, where this splendid memory shall forever cradle every journey taken and every generous spirit shared—bathed beneath the moonlight of joyful minds.

Signed in light and longing,
@KinOfGreesacht

Hype ulang tahun Ateuonty Tzuyu Greesacht!