Louis Nyx thought he was only meeting Keonho Cherrilane and Wonyoung Delaire for a normal hangout. Instead, the room was dark, balloons covered the wall, and the second he stepped inside
“Surprise!”
Wonyoung smiled softly. “Happy birthday, Louis.” Keonho nodded. “Yeah, happy birthday.”
Louis went quiet for a second.
“Thank you. Really.”
Flashes went off, candles melted, and the room stayed loud with laughter while Louis sat there grinning like he’d lowkey never forget this one.
Louis barely reacted before smoke came from the kitchen.
Wonyoung sighed. “Tell him.” Keonho shrugged. “The first cake lost."
“You burned it hufttt” Luckily, Wonyoung had a backup cake ready, an adorable elephant cake with pink cheeks that looked made for a child.
Keonho stared. “He’s sixteen, not six."
“Close enough,” Wonyoung replied.
Louis looked at the cake and laughed. “This is actually perfect.”
Wonyoung smiled softly. “Happy birthday, Louis.” Keonho nodded. “Yeah, happy birthday.”
Louis went quiet for a second.
“Thank you. Really.”
Flashes went off, candles melted, and the room stayed loud with laughter while Louis sat there grinning like he’d lowkey never forget this one.
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hype uss delavess
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‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ/ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive (@TheWillems, @breezenine, @TheVolkovich, @cheerbeat, @TheGalvorn, @SoigneSolace, @LaDimoraCarrasco) transports of delight wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.
ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.
‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ/ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive (@TheWillems, @breezenine, @TheVolkovich, @cheerbeat, @TheGalvorn, @SoigneSolace, @LaDimoraCarrasco) transports of delight wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.
ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.
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Selamat pagi delav! apa yang akan kalian lakukan di pagi hari ini
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random pics
mwahh delaves
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ㅤㅤAutumn poem: (ii) ─── diary.
Gentle breezes and falling golden leaves guide our steps. Full of wonders that enchant our family, this place holds many beautiful verses, great wisdom, and will always shine. Our sincere congratulations to our esteemed neighbors on their profound happiness (@Wraitheight, @TheRuneshard, @TheStahlbaum, @Clardforge, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @HouseWellington, @TheCaintje, @Mondcroft). Filled with joy, they wield it with festive precision, their light igniting a golden flame for the future.
Here, so full of happiness, many ancient notes are neatly arranged, bearing the signature of the Delaire Family.
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ㅤㅤWarmly, @TheDelaire. 🍁🤎
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ㅤㅤAutumn poem: (ii) ─── diary.
Gentle breezes and falling golden leaves guide our steps. Full of wonders that enchant our family, this place holds many beautiful verses, great wisdom, and will always shine. Our sincere congratulations to our esteemed neighbors on their profound happiness (@Wraitheight, @TheRuneshard, @TheStahlbaum, @Clardforge, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @HouseWellington, @TheCaintje, @Mondcroft). Filled with joy, they wield it with festive precision, their light igniting a golden flame for the future.
Here, so full of happiness, many ancient notes are neatly arranged, bearing the signature of the Delaire Family.
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ㅤㅤWarmly, @TheDelaire. 🍁🤎
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Forwarded from DISBAND.
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📁.DRAFT: Quiet corner gave rise
to something steady: THE SVEIC. *
It wasn’t made to impress, just to exist. A spot that feels like home when the city rushes by too fast, where stories brush shoulders, some sticking around, some passing like graffiti on a wall that time can’t scrub away.
Certain corners await their rightful keepers: the Parents (’80–’94), the Uncles and Aunts (’95–’99), firm as the roadway that beareth the weight of years; the Eldest (’01–’03), bold enough to kindle connection; and the Youngest (’07–’10), bringing light where the night doth linger.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCLAIM YOUR SPOT!!
Scope the seats before you roll in, then drop your name to @sveicobot and stake your claim &. /⛐
ㅤㅤ MAY THE CITY’S HUM
ㅤㅤ LEAD YOU HOME.
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📁.DRAFT: Quiet corner gave rise
to something steady: THE SVEIC. *
It wasn’t made to impress, just to exist. A spot that feels like home when the city rushes by too fast, where stories brush shoulders, some sticking around, some passing like graffiti on a wall that time can’t scrub away.
Certain corners await their rightful keepers: the Parents (’80–’94), the Uncles and Aunts (’95–’99), firm as the roadway that beareth the weight of years; the Eldest (’01–’03), bold enough to kindle connection; and the Youngest (’07–’10), bringing light where the night doth linger.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCLAIM YOUR SPOT!!
Yo, Sveic! I’m (Name, Muse, Line, @Username). Steppin’ in to claim the spot as (Parents/Aunty Uncle/Eldest/Youngest). If this city’s rhythm matches mine, then maybe this is where I’m meant to stay.Scope the seats before you roll in, then drop your name to @sveicobot and stake your claim &. /⛐
ㅤㅤ MAY THE CITY’S HUM
ㅤㅤ LEAD YOU HOME.
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