Forwarded from Amazing World Of Gumball: The Courthlace Chapter.
Tonight, the kitchen was never meant to be peaceful. Mistlesoir's Shinyu moved around like he had everything under control, Letheris' Dohoon kept trying to manage the chaos, and the three Youngjaes: Courthlace's Youngjae, Greesacht's Youngjae and Mistlesoir's Youngjae—were clearly more interested in joking around than actually cooking. Vermillion's Hanjin and Doucheron's Hanjin jumped in to help and somehow made it louder, while Scalden's Kyungmin and Mirthwood Kyungmin got dragged in without knowing what their job was.
The noise never stopped. Someone cut things wrong, someone forgot what they were doing halfway through, and someone almost burned everything with the heat turned way too high. Everyone talked over each other, no one listened, and the kitchen slowly turned into a disaster—ingredients mixed up, tools everywhere, and problems stacking up by the second.
Then Meirhart's Jihoon showed up with his dessert. It was supposed to be the sweet ending, but instead everyone stepped back on instinct. The color was wrong, the shape looked dangerous, and it honestly didn’t seem edible. There was a short pause before laughter burst out. The food failed, the kitchen was wrecked, but the chaos? Completely successful.
The noise never stopped. Someone cut things wrong, someone forgot what they were doing halfway through, and someone almost burned everything with the heat turned way too high. Everyone talked over each other, no one listened, and the kitchen slowly turned into a disaster—ingredients mixed up, tools everywhere, and problems stacking up by the second.
Then Meirhart's Jihoon showed up with his dessert. It was supposed to be the sweet ending, but instead everyone stepped back on instinct. The color was wrong, the shape looked dangerous, and it honestly didn’t seem edible. There was a short pause before laughter burst out. The food failed, the kitchen was wrecked, but the chaos? Completely successful.
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Forwarded from The Heritage of Cherrilane.
Cherrilane’s Sangwon and Mistlesoir's Anxin decide to take a slow walk through the city at night. Neon lights spill onto the quiet street as Sangwon lingers for a second, glancing back at the camera with a soft, playful grin before moving on. Anxin walks beside him, hands tucked in his pockets, matching the rhythm of the streetlights and passing cars. No rush, no destination —just footsteps echoing on the pavement, late-night air, and the city setting the pace.
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Mistle's Keonho:
Seonghyeon, woi upchar yok kita ganteng bat jir
Mistle's Seonghyeon:
Ayo upchar
Mistle's Keonho:
Upchar in
Mistle's Seonghyeon:
Ok wait
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ㅤㅤ
❆ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
ㅤ BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ㅤㅤ────❈ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." ☆ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @ReverieOfAmity, @Courthlace, @FamilieSchumann, @berthouven, @TheLangforth, @ThePendleton, @CasaOfRuiz, and @Samniont: let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
ㅤㅤㅤ By holm and hearth,
ㅤ @MISTLESOIR
ㅤㅤ
❆ THE LAST MISTLETOE LETTER 🌲
ㅤ BY IVY, SNOW, AND STARLIGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Ce Qui Glace, Garde."
ㅤㅤ────❈ FROM THE GLACIENT VALES OF LYRITHA | "Where the Auroral Drowse Lies Low." ☆ Enshrined beneath a sleepbound sky and flanked by frost-laden everboughs, Lyritha glimmers carved of ivoried silence, star-thistle air, and old hymns half-remembered. In this sepulchral hush, we send a hushfold vow pressed in snowmelt ink & imbued with longing and lucence.
To @ReverieOfAmity, @Courthlace, @FamilieSchumann, @berthouven, @TheLangforth, @ThePendleton, @CasaOfRuiz, and @Samniont: let the hush enwreathe you in vellum-glow and silken quiet, every flurry descending as a sanctified oblation, the marrowroot of solstice clasping you in ineffable balm. Even as carols fade into aurora and shadows steep the eaves, devotion abides.
ㅤㅤㅤ By holm and hearth,
ㅤ @MISTLESOIR
ㅤㅤ
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Forwarded from LNGSHOT4SHO. #16thTrackOfLouis
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ㅤㅤ ㅤTIME’S THIEF 🚹 BLEEDING PASS
ㅤㅤㅤHANGING ON THE JEANS, (
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMESS AMONG_XXX ─────
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ➕:⚡️ ROØTED STREƏT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ #POCKET20NEFOROHYUL
ㅤㅤWe Pause to Rule Axiom World. Whatever,
ㅤㅤ ㅤ Don’t Due Halt for BeingTrendy.
ㅤㅤ Living On Our Own—Recede is Barred.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤTIME’S THIEF 🚹 BLEEDING PASS
ㅤㅤㅤHANGING ON THE JEANS, (
20TH.)ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMESS AMONG_XXX ─────
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ➕:⚡️ ROØTED STREƏT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ #POCKET20NEFOROHYUL
ㅤㅤWe Pause to Rule Axiom World. Whatever,
ㅤㅤ ㅤ Don’t Due Halt for Being
ㅤㅤ Living On Our Own—Recede is Barred.
MEANDERING DOWN THE CITY AS YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE POCKET LEFTㅤ