the restaurant's food was super delish! it made our mouth melt like buttercreams.. 🫠 today, Velthrone's Wonyoung and Grachter's Eunchae decided to have a delightfully delicious meal together as a treat for our bound as best friends! it all began with Eunchae texted Wonyoung with, “Hey! wanna have a meal together at xxx? the food looks super delish! 👀” and as soon as we sat down, the aromas of food filled the air. our table was filled with delicious food: beef steaks, pasta, and refreshing drinks!

we spent time by talking and chatting about daily life while having a meal hehe! 💕 it was totally the best feeling ever.

tonight was calm and a little windy as Soigné’s Dohoon and Velthrone’s Stella walked along the beach, the sand cool under our feet.

we didn’t plan anything (real) just messed around near the water, letting the waves chase us every time they got too close. he splashed me first, and of course i splashed back twice as hard, both of us laughing as they tried to outrun the next wave x3 .. us took turns stepping into the shallow water, daring each other to go a little closer before running back when the tide rolled in faster than expected. iiit was silly, simple, and funn! It wasn’t fancy, but the night felt special, and exactly what we needed.. ♡

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ㅤㅤAn otter frolics around the spacious sky,
ㅤㅤjoyful rhythms overflowing in his heart.

ㅤㅤNovember 25, mostㅤㅤ🦦ㅤ
ㅤㅤsplendid river splash.ㅤㅤㅤ ビーバー!

ㅤ Motions as graceful as an otter diving into
ㅤ the marine vastness, dancing exquisitely
ㅤ without drifting reflections, using the tides
ㅤ as a guide for the cadence of movement.

In Messy Hugs, Loud Laughter, And
Chaos That Somehow Feels Right.

𐂡 .. Vitality is not conjured through mere racket. It’s about presence, about showing up when things start to fall apart. Everyone in De Crowther has their own space without dimming another’s light. For you, the unique and bright one this is home. 合 II. OPENING GATE—& The hallways room are still waiting for their next keeper to join the beautiful mess.

Not by the thunder of noise do we measure belonging. Here are the stations, aligned with the vintages of your days:
           𖥠 The Parents          1980—1994
           𖥠 The Aunty-Uncle  1995—1998
           𖥠 The Eldest             2000—2002
           𖥠 The Middle            2003—2006
           𖥠 The Youngest        2007—2010

Rowdy Alive. 📺 ‘09:23──Has your heart been struck by that sweet, delirious lightning: the kind that whispers to join us in syllables? (OUR TAKEN LIST.) ⓘ If your muse chamber still lies unclaimed, the family’s warmth will look for you. Scrawl your invocation in the proper form and send it to @CrowtherRobot.

So…I heard there’s a room left in this madhouse? I’m (name) or (account ID) if you’ve seen me wandering online. Carrying the face of (muse name), born in (year of birth). Ready to claim my corner, splash a little chaos, and add warmth that never really quiets down as (figure)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ      R.Hㅤ    /        ✷
          QUIETER NOW: THOUGH THE SILENCE WONT
          LAST. “Mischief stirring” / Someone singing at
          an ungodly hour. Stories spill through the night,
          the marrow of their chaos: tender, untidy love.
          In that sweet disorder, may you find your laughter,
          your corner in @DeCrowther, your kin.