Forwarded from Housefolk of Doucheron: Ones ‘Gainst the Shadowdeed.
#SneakPeek of date that I, Doucheron's Junghwan, and Schouvert's Gaeul spontaneously decided on, since it's our special day (iykyk😜). This noon, we spent what felt like hours there, just us, giggling like teenagers as we're pointing out the silly things we'd never actually bring home.
We went home with our hearts feeling truly warm, those moments we shared were as sweet as the ice cream we ate. We hope seeing us makes y'all feel warm too. 🤍
We went home with our hearts feeling truly warm, those moments we shared were as sweet as the ice cream we ate. We hope seeing us makes y'all feel warm too. 🤍
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Commemorating the transition of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ .. ❲ ANOTHER MONTH ❳ ..
“.. ♤ ” as time progresses, like the turning pages of a book, we witness the days slipping away, the weeks flowing by, and the months continuing to dance in an endless cycle. Each new day is a fresh chapter in the drama of life, beginning with the natural orchestra: birdsong as melody, sunlight as stage, and the scent of foliage as actors.
ㅤ In this journey, we become faithful spectators
ㅤㅤㅤ enjoying the never-ending spectacle
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ► of the universe in action. 𖠿
And amidst the grandeur of the cosmos, here we welcome the new moon by celebrating the mensiversary of our mutuals, namely: @TheWalst, @HeimOfDuillmoe, @TargaryenEmpire, @TheFerrovi. We learn from each transition, each phase, and each pattern carved into the fabric of time. And we are touched by the enchantment of eternity, where every moment is a new painting created by the brush of time.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Wohlgelaunt,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Die Schouvert. 𐂂
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Commemorating the transition of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ .. ❲ ANOTHER MONTH ❳ ..
“.. ♤ ” as time progresses, like the turning pages of a book, we witness the days slipping away, the weeks flowing by, and the months continuing to dance in an endless cycle. Each new day is a fresh chapter in the drama of life, beginning with the natural orchestra: birdsong as melody, sunlight as stage, and the scent of foliage as actors.
ㅤ In this journey, we become faithful spectators
ㅤㅤㅤ enjoying the never-ending spectacle
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ► of the universe in action. 𖠿
And amidst the grandeur of the cosmos, here we welcome the new moon by celebrating the mensiversary of our mutuals, namely: @TheWalst, @HeimOfDuillmoe, @TargaryenEmpire, @TheFerrovi. We learn from each transition, each phase, and each pattern carved into the fabric of time. And we are touched by the enchantment of eternity, where every moment is a new painting created by the brush of time.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Wohlgelaunt,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Die Schouvert. 𐂂
Forwarded from [DISBAND] Diaries of Hudgens: Household Beats in Manhattan.
ㅤㅤDIARIES OF HUDGENS; A Household on the Corner of Chaos and Love. 🏘.. 🗽
The brownstone door swings wide for the very first time. From rooftops to kitchen floors, a new chapter stirs: a house where stories echo down hallway tiles and secrets skip across pavement cracks.
ㅤㅤThe sidewalks know
ㅤㅤour names, and every
ㅤㅤwindow frame holds
ㅤㅤa memory. 🚏
This is no ordinary family; this is a storm of siblings, a laughter-filled tenement tucked between deli corners and laundry signs. So if you're hearing the clatter of our lives and it calls you closer — answer it. Knock the door. Step inside.
A QUICK NOTE: Please do check our taken list here. We don’t do double households. This isn’t your second stop — it’s the home. ♥️
See you under the streetlights, future Hudgens.
This corner’s waiting
for you, @DiariesOfHudgens. 🌟
The brownstone door swings wide for the very first time. From rooftops to kitchen floors, a new chapter stirs: a house where stories echo down hallway tiles and secrets skip across pavement cracks.
ㅤㅤThe sidewalks know
ㅤㅤour names, and every
ㅤㅤwindow frame holds
ㅤㅤa memory. 🚏
[📼 ] 1991–1996 for our Oldest Line.. the grounding roots of this noisy tree.
[🌹 ] 1997–2003 for our Middle Line.. the whirlwind hearts and midnight snackers.
[🎻 ] 2004–2009 for our Youngest Line.. loud, and always running late.
This is no ordinary family; this is a storm of siblings, a laughter-filled tenement tucked between deli corners and laundry signs. So if you're hearing the clatter of our lives and it calls you closer — answer it. Knock the door. Step inside.
Dear Hudgens, I am (Your Name), bringing along my muse (Muse Name— Line Muse) & (Your Username). Your flyer? It hit like a Manhattan breeze, unforgettable. I’m ready to join the fray, and call this place mine.Send it to, @TheHudgensBot
A QUICK NOTE: Please do check our taken list here. We don’t do double households. This isn’t your second stop — it’s the home. ♥️
See you under the streetlights, future Hudgens.
This corner’s waiting
for you, @DiariesOfHudgens. 🌟
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Forwarded from De Crowther Familie : There Will Be Chaos.
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ᅟimagine a place dappled in golden light, where laughter tumbles like leaves in a brisk autumn wind, carefree and bright. a space where time seems to dance, slow and jolly, and hearts beat with a rhythm that skips a beat now and then. do peek at the FAMILY LEDGER ‘fore knocking on the door!
ᅟ〄 The Bell Rings For: ..
│ᅟThe Father Figures (80—94)
ᅟThe Aunty-Uncle (95—98)
│ᅟᅟThe Middle (04—06)
ᅟThe Youngest (07—10)
ᅟif your soul hums with quiet wonder and your pockets jingle with joy, perhaps you're THE-MISSING-LINC we've been waiting for. (@CrowtherRobot.)
ᅟᅟᅟ(0/11) then let it be knøwn:
ᅟthe heartbeat that wandered too far, now finding its way to @DeCrowther🪽. come forth, kindred spirit. The hearth is warm, the kettle’s on, and your seat at the table waits.
ᅟimagine a place dappled in golden light, where laughter tumbles like leaves in a brisk autumn wind, carefree and bright. a space where time seems to dance, slow and jolly, and hearts beat with a rhythm that skips a beat now and then. do peek at the FAMILY LEDGER ‘fore knocking on the door!
ᅟ〄 The Bell Rings For: ..
│ᅟThe Father Figures (80—94)
ᅟThe Aunty-Uncle (95—98)
│ᅟᅟThe Middle (04—06)
ᅟThe Youngest (07—10)
ᅟif your soul hums with quiet wonder and your pockets jingle with joy, perhaps you're THE-MISSING-LINC we've been waiting for. (@CrowtherRobot.)
Ahoy! the cherished of our ever-growing clan, I, (name) &. (@username), with a heart full of joy and mischief, seek to join your lively band of dreamers. as (muse), ready to share in the chaos, the laughter, and the warmth, I arrive, born in the year of (your birth year). should you find a space for one more tale-spinner at the table.
ᅟᅟᅟ(0/11) then let it be knøwn:
ᅟthe heartbeat that wandered too far, now finding its way to @DeCrowther🪽. come forth, kindred spirit. The hearth is warm, the kettle’s on, and your seat at the table waits.