Night fell slowly, and the world seemed to belong only to the two of them.

Geisler’s Jay was tuning the strings. Inside the cafe there is a music room, filled with people singing. Lorth’s Sunghoon sat beside him, watching without saying much. "You should play" Geisler’s Jay said suddenly. Lorth’s Sunghoon shook his head. "I prefer listening."

They moved outside to a small seating area under a tree, warm yellow lights. Half-finished iced coffee, UNO cards scattered. "You’re cheating" Geisler’s Jay accused as he placed a +4 card. Lorth’s Sunghoon chuckled softly. "Skill issue."

Time passed without them noticing. Random conversations, never really finished. At the end of the night, Geisler’s Jay leaned against the wall, his leather jacket slightly open. Lorth’s Sunghoon stood in front of him, silent for a few seconds. "If one day all of this ends" Lorth’s Sunghoon began. Geisler’s Jay cut him off, his voice soft but certain, "Then it’s fine. At least it happened." Lorth’s Sunghoon looked at him for a long moment, then gave a faint smile. "Yeah.. at least it happened." And that night became something hard to forget.

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(ⓘ─── SWASHBUCKLER) Cruising in the Gulf of Guinea. ⍀

The sands were still home silent trees. The day was calm our lives at ease. We rattled no more than passing breeze as we sang with the ocean's frequencies. Time had passed and we rode the waves ventured far out lost. Suffering for freedom on the East coast, we dedicated to find our lost pirates.

We have arrived by to steal the spotlight as we opening the gate for new faces to tenant in our beloved house. If you're intrigued to anchors your soul, take a look at our 'taken list' and pay attention if your heart races for adventure and family and your spirit is stirred, we’re seeking:

♝ MOTHER & FATHER (1980–1994)
ㅤStands as a pillar of strength and love.
ㅤShow up, even when the world   doesn’t.

♝ UNCLE & AUNT (1995–1999)
ㅤBring wisdom with a touch of fun.
ㅤOffers warmth, stories, and sweet
ㅤadvice.

♝ SISTER & BROTHER (2000–2009)
ㅤA best friend wrapped in family.
ㅤLeads with quiet courage and care.

Check the Taken List first. If the spot is still open, please send the message below to @Vansentrobot:

Ahoy! I, (Name + @ + Muse), offer my condolences and would like to become a (Mother/Father/Uncle/Aunt/Sister/Brother) in The Vansent's legacy. I set out to uphold this family's name and honor with all of my heart and composure. I hope my position is genuine and my presence has purpose.




The New Wave is who we are. A family created by fire, loyalty, and decision rather than blood. Would you dare dock with us? ⚓️
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The golden sun of Milan felt like a warm embrace as Lorth's Sunghoon and Wilkin's Wonyoung wandered through the heart of Italy's fashion capital. The city was a perfect canvas for the siblings, blending the old-world charm of Romanesque pillars with the sharp, modern lines of high-end boutiques.

​Lorth's Sunghoon leaned against a sleek black car, his leather jacket catching the light as he looked every bit like a cinematic lead lost in thought. Just a few steps away, Wilkin's Wonyoung moved with effortless elegance, her presence matching the grandeur of the Dior storefronts they passed.

​They eventually found a quiet spot on a marble staircase to rest, sharing a bowl of olives and a moment of stillness. While the Italian flag fluttered proudly above them, Lorth's Sunghoon and Wilkin's Wonyoung simply enjoyed each other's company, finding that even in a city as beautiful as Milan, the sweetest moments were the ones spent together.

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. ܁₊ ⊹ . ܁ ⟡ ܁ . ⊹ ₊ ܁.

𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞́𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐲𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲
𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳ê𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦: 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳
𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦
𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘤𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪è𝘳𝘦
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softly she pirouettes through cherub,
where seraphic mirth entwines with fate,
and saccharine whispers cradle the dusk
in fondest éclat of rosy delight. ೀ
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