Mistlesoir’s Minju and Meirhart’s Sunoo. this feels like Sunday Morning can we sit with it together?~ 🪩👯
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Forwarded from Scythe Shore. 🐬
Under the glow of the city lights, Scythe’s Sunwoo and Mistlesoir’s Youngjae wandered through streets filled with neon and warm gold. Their fingers stayed intertwined, easy and sure, while laughter slipped between them as traffic lights blinked like distant stars. Sunwoo couldn’t help noticing how the city’s light softened Youngjae’s expression, the night turning even the smallest moments into something calm and gentle.
They ended their walk above the skyline, where glass buildings shimmered and the cool breeze brushed past them. Mistlesoir’s Youngjae took a few quick photos of the night, drawing out a shy smile from Scythe’s Sunwoo, who answered by lightly pinching Youngjae’s cheek—earning an annoyed but cute reaction in return. Standing side by side under the city lights, they lingered a little longer, feeling content, close, and perfectly in sync, before heading home with the night still lingering in their hearts. 🌃🤍
They ended their walk above the skyline, where glass buildings shimmered and the cool breeze brushed past them. Mistlesoir’s Youngjae took a few quick photos of the night, drawing out a shy smile from Scythe’s Sunwoo, who answered by lightly pinching Youngjae’s cheek—earning an annoyed but cute reaction in return. Standing side by side under the city lights, they lingered a little longer, feeling content, close, and perfectly in sync, before heading home with the night still lingering in their hearts. 🌃🤍
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Forwarded from DIARY OF THE HEFFLINS : A Page We Probably Shouldn't Post.
Hey, guess what happened tonight? Mistlesoir’s Shinyu ended up on a random late-night walk with Hefflins’s Dohoon. At one point, we stopped because there was a cat under a streetlight that looked exactly like Hefflins’s Dohoon, same eyes with a judging expression, and we laughed over it way too long!
Before heading back, we grabbed a small bunch of pretty flowers from a stand that was still open.. but honestly, Hefflins’s Dohoon outshined the flowers without even trying. So tell me.. do we sound cute or what?
Before heading back, we grabbed a small bunch of pretty flowers from a stand that was still open.. but honestly, Hefflins’s Dohoon outshined the flowers without even trying. So tell me.. do we sound cute or what?
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Forwarded from TWIXXBON #21stSnapOfJiwoo!
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𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙼 𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝚄𝙻𝙲𝙴𝚃 𝙴𝙾𝙽
𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽 𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙱𝙾𝙽 ⋆˙♡
｡🎀 *ﾟ🦌🎼 + .*
Hearts cadence tinkle in a placid
sojourn, wellspring a blissfulness
amidst Seol Sullyoon 22nd altruism
blast. Clement dewy in fête of her.
#DialingLove22Sullyoon
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𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙼 𝙻𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝚄𝙻𝙲𝙴𝚃 𝙴𝙾𝙽
𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽 𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙱𝙾𝙽 ⋆˙♡
｡🎀 *ﾟ🦌🎼 + .*
Hearts cadence tinkle in a placid
sojourn, wellspring a blissfulness
amidst Seol Sullyoon 22nd altruism
blast. Clement dewy in fête of her.
#DialingLove22Sullyoon
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Forwarded from Le Chantier Mills : Maison des Échos.
HAVE YOU HEARD? THEY SAY A GATE HAS BEGUN TO OPEN. DO YOU HEAR IT CALLING?
No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
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No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
Hello, Mills! My name is (MUSE), born in (…), and I feel drawn toward a home I have not seen, yet somehow know.The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
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