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Today is supposed to be harmless. Saturday morning, Vermillionโs Miyeon came to Mistlesoirโs Woonhak house thinking itโd be a chill visit. She didnโt even finish taking her shoes off before the family dog decided she was todayโs cardio. Screaming, laughing, runningโshe barely survived the hallway. Mistlesoirโs Woonhak watched her like it was comedy show.
โAnyway, letโs cook first.โ it's him.
Mistlesoir's Woonhak approached the stove with so much confidence. He turned the heat up way too high, stared at the pan like it would obey him, and boomโfire. Not a small one. A dramatic, attention-seeking flame. Mistlesoir's Woonhak froze. Vermillion's Miyeon jumped back, before Mistlesoir's siblings from another room yelled, โWHY IS IT LOUD?โ Only then did they realize and in a hurry grabbed a towel, waved it once, realized that was a bad idea. Laughing still anyway.
Later then, the fire was gone, the kitchen smelled like stress. Mistlesoir's Woonhak was eating the food like nothing traumatic had occurred while Vermillion's Miyeon still laughed until her stomach hurt, mentally filing this under things I will bring up forever.
Both cook and.. cooked.
โAnyway, letโs cook first.โ it's him.
Mistlesoir's Woonhak approached the stove with so much confidence. He turned the heat up way too high, stared at the pan like it would obey him, and boomโfire. Not a small one. A dramatic, attention-seeking flame. Mistlesoir's Woonhak froze. Vermillion's Miyeon jumped back, before Mistlesoir's siblings from another room yelled, โWHY IS IT LOUD?โ Only then did they realize and in a hurry grabbed a towel, waved it once, realized that was a bad idea. Laughing still anyway.
Later then, the fire was gone, the kitchen smelled like stress. Mistlesoir's Woonhak was eating the food like nothing traumatic had occurred while Vermillion's Miyeon still laughed until her stomach hurt, mentally filing this under things I will bring up forever.
Both cook and.. cooked.
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Forwarded from House Of Etherhail: Beyond The Horizon.
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๐ฎ. Lend thy essence to our call! Amidst aetherial tides where stardust entwines with echoes of eternity, a realm of fleeting embers and whispered fates awaits. Here, time dances on astral winds, weaving a symphony for those who seek solace in the cosmic abyss.
โ FIREBORN (Mother Figure)
โก โพ LINE 1985-1992
โ WATERWEAVER (Uncle & Aunt Figure)
โก โพ LINE 1994-1998
โ EARTHWARDEN (The Eldest)
โก โพ LINE 1999-2002
โ WINDSEEKER (The Middle)
โก โพ LINE 2003-2005
โ STROMBRIGER (The Youngest)
โก โพ LINE 2006-2010
Come forth and weave warmth among families, embracing joy and togetherness. Join us on a journey through time, where laughter echoes and camaraderie flourishes. Here, merriment unfolds like dawnโsoft, radiant, and enduring. Before you embark, take a moment to behold the TAKEN LIST, a scroll seeking new souls to enrich our ever-growing tapestry.
(&) .. An Invitation To Our Etherhail Dominion.
๐ฎ. Lend thy essence to our call! Amidst aetherial tides where stardust entwines with echoes of eternity, a realm of fleeting embers and whispered fates awaits. Here, time dances on astral winds, weaving a symphony for those who seek solace in the cosmic abyss.
โ FIREBORN (Mother Figure)
โก โพ LINE 1985-1992
โ WATERWEAVER (Uncle & Aunt Figure)
โก โพ LINE 1994-1998
โ EARTHWARDEN (The Eldest)
โก โพ LINE 1999-2002
โ WINDSEEKER (The Middle)
โก โพ LINE 2003-2005
โ STROMBRIGER (The Youngest)
โก โพ LINE 2006-2010
Come forth and weave warmth among families, embracing joy and togetherness. Join us on a journey through time, where laughter echoes and camaraderie flourishes. Here, merriment unfolds like dawnโsoft, radiant, and enduring. Before you embark, take a moment to behold the TAKEN LIST, a scroll seeking new souls to enrich our ever-growing tapestry.
( THE HALLOWED VERSE TO UNLOCK ETHERHAILโS PORTAL, TO BE WHISPERED UNTO @EtherhailRobot. )
Greetings! I stand before you, offering myself (your name + username) as the embodiment of spirit and story, embracing (your muse + line) with a yearning to intertwine our paths. I vow to walk beside you through every adventure and joy that awaits. Letโs carve our tale into the winds of time, where laughter, wonder, and camaraderie thrive. Here I am, ready to embark on this journeyโshall we begin?
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Forwarded from La Familia Samniont: The Scaffolding of Soul.
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คSTORY WRITE IN INK:
ใ คใ คใ คA PLACE WHERE LOVE IS EVERYWHERE
Golden hour light that stretches across the wooden floors, the smell of fresh coffee that finds its way under your bedroom door before youโve even opened your eyes, and the collective exhale we all take when the world outside gets too loud. The songs we love often mourn the rooms that stayed empty and the lives that never aligned, this is a call for the exact opposite. What we offers?
I. The Shared Table: A place where dinner
itโs about the extra chair that is always
pulled out for 2000โ2008 line, the stories
that are SIBLINGSHOOD until the
candles burn low.ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค
II. The Safety of Being Seen: A place where
you can be your most good self. The ease
of being see the TAKENLIST to the comfort
of knowing youโre home, @SamniontBot.
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Anything About The House We Will Share: We will share the specific, slightly annoying creak of the floorboard outside the bathroom. Arguing over whose turn to buy the good oat milk or deciding which candle smells the least.
A corner of the sofa that will eventually mold to your shape until everyone is safely tucked inside. The light is on, the kettle is ready, and The House You Will Share is waiting for its missing piece...
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คSTORY WRITE IN INK:
ใ คใ คใ คA PLACE WHERE LOVE IS EVERYWHERE
Golden hour light that stretches across the wooden floors, the smell of fresh coffee that finds its way under your bedroom door before youโve even opened your eyes, and the collective exhale we all take when the world outside gets too loud. The songs we love often mourn the rooms that stayed empty and the lives that never aligned, this is a call for the exact opposite. What we offers?
I. The Shared Table: A place where dinner
itโs about the extra chair that is always
pulled out for 2000โ2008 line, the stories
that are SIBLINGSHOOD until the
candles burn low.ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค
II. The Safety of Being Seen: A place where
you can be your most good self. The ease
of being see the TAKENLIST to the comfort
of knowing youโre home, @SamniontBot.
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Anything About The House We Will Share: We will share the specific, slightly annoying creak of the floorboard outside the bathroom. Arguing over whose turn to buy the good oat milk or deciding which candle smells the least.
Greetings, The Samniont! Your song reached me, and it sounds like exactly where I belong. Iโm hoping to join your harmony with (Your Muse) born in (Year of Birth). Iโm ready to step through the open door and trade the echoes for a home that is actually lived in and loved.
A corner of the sofa that will eventually mold to your shape until everyone is safely tucked inside. The light is on, the kettle is ready, and The House You Will Share is waiting for its missing piece...
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New style new hair. Who's willing to rock up with me? ๐ฅ
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Forwarded from PRYDE: Shades of XLOV
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐..
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ข.
๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ: 28th.
Debonair skirt, shell-pink boots. Blasรฉ keyrings and ear-popping ringing flip phones, uncounted souls thirsty for distinguished finesse whom glance the landscape through oval-framed sunglasses. Drrrrtttt... tinkling of techno-pop echoing through the town corridors, creating silver-toned carillon of eternal youth where being โover the topโ is the solely way to sense merry alive. Clink clunk! Splashy buzz from a decade that refuses to be eaten-away, forevermore gleaming in the embrace of understated appeareance.
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค๐ช๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐ โถ
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐..
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ข.
๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ: 28th.
Debonair skirt, shell-pink boots. Blasรฉ keyrings and ear-popping ringing flip phones, uncounted souls thirsty for distinguished finesse whom glance the landscape through oval-framed sunglasses. Drrrrtttt... tinkling of techno-pop echoing through the town corridors, creating silver-toned carillon of eternal youth where being โover the topโ is the solely way to sense merry alive. Clink clunk! Splashy buzz from a decade that refuses to be eaten-away, forevermore gleaming in the embrace of understated appeareance.
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ใ คใ คใ คใ ค ใ ค
ใ คใ คใ คใ ค
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