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(🏮../ 10) THE CHOUREN HOUSEHOLD AND A SEAT AT THE TABLE: we’re made of both of old traditions and new dreams, of familiar stories and places that once felt foreign.

Cheerful laughter echoes throughout every corner of the house. A harmony that never fades despite the arrival of hardships, drawing each member ever closer together. Thus are created countless portraits of moments destined never to be forgotten. Orlando, 1999's. We, @TheChouren seek and invite souls of cheerful disposition, those who shine brightly from within or without, much like the gentle radiance of the sun itself.
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ㅤㅤ✺. PARENTS 1980–1995
ㅤㅤ✺. AUNTS & UNCLES 1990–1999
ㅤㅤ✺. THE ELDEST 2000–2002
ㅤㅤ✺. THE MIDDLE 2003–2006
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Having witnessed the harmony that flourish within thy household, I have grown desirous of joining thee as a cheerful soul. I, (username + muse), born upon (line), stand ready to become part of the warmth, togetherness, and cherished bonds shared amongst thy family.

Kindly inspect the taken list ere submitting thine application, to ensure that thy muse remaineth available. Thereafter, direct the aforementioned format unto @ChourenBot/@TheChourens

乔伦 🪭 AND PERHAPS THAT WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PART OF OUR STORY: Not for that all was ever perfect, but because amidst the chaos, the misgivings, and the humble days that came and went, there was ever laughter waiting beyond the corner. There was always a family cheering too loudly, loving too deeply, and reminding us that home was never just a place.

Right after the whole family came home from hunting, tonight Mama Geldart and Geldart's James continued their coffee hunt across the city, guess what coffee we tried, Geldies?

Spending time as a mother and a child who is starting to grow up, even though in the past he was still taken to and from school to math tutoring, it turns out that now Geldart's James can be his mother's coffee drinking partner. We certainly didn't go home empty-handed, the snacks entrusted to us by the youngest vampires were safely brought home! ☕️🌙💳

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\ . . ✽ A LITTLE FOREST NOTE
FOR PHARITA ˚₊‧꒰ა 🦌 ໒꒱

Among the flowers, every little leaf keeps a story of its own, today belongs to one special deer. 𝓟𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓪 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂-𝓸𝓷𝓮, and the whole garden seems to bloom a little brighter for her. ───• 🌼

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⸎ RAISED ON NOISE. POWERED BY CHAOS.
CALLING ALL THE ONES DOWN TO RAISE HELL.

born to be the glitch in your system.
xXx. WE LIGHT THØSE ON FIRE. 🔺

Rebelling to ride with the tribe, Darkness lit by the warmth-of-kin. This was where the forgotten get remembered, and the invisible finally get seen. The spot you've been low-key chasing forever and the thing you've been searching for on quiet nights. We're wrapped in shadow, but don't get it twisted. We are color, too wild to name, too bold to show. Wondering what the fight's for? Thought so! Here it is. Scouting for... ⎋ (Aunty: 1990—1999) And (The rebels: 2000—2011.) But don't get lost in curiosity, peep what's already locked in on the Taken List. Miss the mark? We'll send you running aimlessly.

Hey Lorths! This feels like the move. I'm claiming my place as (Aunty, Child), ready to ride with the tribe. I, (Name + Username), am using (Muse) + born in (Line Muse). Accept me… or run. I'm coming either way.

Think you're cut out for this? Then move, don't wait for permission! Just send us your curiosity through @LorthBot. and we'll be waiting for your burning rebellious spirit. Rebels move different. Always have.

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