Good evening, everyone. The world outside was cloaked in a serene blanket of snow, isnt it? My boyfriend, Foster’s Keonho, he’s wrapped in a snug sweater. Just like a caterpillar. He look so cute, my adorable baby. Foster’s Keonho estled beside me, Sarchner’s Seonghyeon. On the plush couch, our fingers intertwined as we savored the enchanting ambiance created by twinkling lights and the sweet scent of pine. Together, we adorned the Christmas tree with shimmering ornaments and delicate lights, our laughter echoing softly in the cozy atmosphere. It was a night filled with laughter and warmth of Christmas, just the two of us. I love him. Merry Christmas, everyone. Wishing you a Holly Jolly Christmas.
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheGritner, @KinofGreesacht, @Calsearth. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @TheGritner, @KinofGreesacht, @Calsearth. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
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Forwarded from House Of Etherhail: Beyond The Horizon.
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🔮. Lend thy essence to our call! Amidst aetherial tides where stardust entwines with echoes of eternity, a realm of fleeting embers and whispered fates awaits. Here, time dances on astral winds, weaving a symphony for those who seek solace in the cosmic abyss.
❈ FIREBORN (Mother Figure)
⟡ ☾ LINE 1985-1992
❈ WATERWEAVER (Uncle & Aunt Figure)
⟡ ☾ LINE 1994-1998
❈ EARTHWARDEN (The Eldest)
⟡ ☾ LINE 1999-2002
❈ WINDSEEKER (The Middle)
⟡ ☾ LINE 2003-2005
❈ STROMBRIGER (The Youngest)
⟡ ☾ LINE 2006-2010
Come forth and weave warmth among families, embracing joy and togetherness. Join us on a journey through time, where laughter echoes and camaraderie flourishes. Here, merriment unfolds like dawn—soft, radiant, and enduring. Before you embark, take a moment to behold the TAKEN LIST, a scroll seeking new souls to enrich our ever-growing tapestry.
(&) .. An Invitation To Our Etherhail Dominion.
🔮. Lend thy essence to our call! Amidst aetherial tides where stardust entwines with echoes of eternity, a realm of fleeting embers and whispered fates awaits. Here, time dances on astral winds, weaving a symphony for those who seek solace in the cosmic abyss.
❈ FIREBORN (Mother Figure)
⟡ ☾ LINE 1985-1992
❈ WATERWEAVER (Uncle & Aunt Figure)
⟡ ☾ LINE 1994-1998
❈ EARTHWARDEN (The Eldest)
⟡ ☾ LINE 1999-2002
❈ WINDSEEKER (The Middle)
⟡ ☾ LINE 2003-2005
❈ STROMBRIGER (The Youngest)
⟡ ☾ LINE 2006-2010
Come forth and weave warmth among families, embracing joy and togetherness. Join us on a journey through time, where laughter echoes and camaraderie flourishes. Here, merriment unfolds like dawn—soft, radiant, and enduring. Before you embark, take a moment to behold the TAKEN LIST, a scroll seeking new souls to enrich our ever-growing tapestry.
( THE HALLOWED VERSE TO UNLOCK ETHERHAIL’S PORTAL, TO BE WHISPERED UNTO @EtherhailRobot. )
Greetings! I stand before you, offering myself (your name + username) as the embodiment of spirit and story, embracing (your muse + line) with a yearning to intertwine our paths. I vow to walk beside you through every adventure and joy that awaits. Let’s carve our tale into the winds of time, where laughter, wonder, and camaraderie thrive. Here I am, ready to embark on this journey—shall we begin?
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Forwarded from La Familia Samniont: The Scaffolding of Soul.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSTORY WRITE IN INK:
ㅤㅤㅤA PLACE WHERE LOVE IS EVERYWHERE
Golden hour light that stretches across the wooden floors, the smell of fresh coffee that finds its way under your bedroom door before you’ve even opened your eyes, and the collective exhale we all take when the world outside gets too loud. The songs we love often mourn the rooms that stayed empty and the lives that never aligned, this is a call for the exact opposite. What we offers?
I. The Shared Table: A place where dinner
it’s about the extra chair that is always
pulled out for 2000—2008 line, the stories
that are SIBLINGSHOOD until the
candles burn low.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
II. The Safety of Being Seen: A place where
you can be your most good self. The ease
of being see the TAKENLIST to the comfort
of knowing you’re home, @SamniontBot.
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Anything About The House We Will Share: We will share the specific, slightly annoying creak of the floorboard outside the bathroom. Arguing over whose turn to buy the good oat milk or deciding which candle smells the least.
A corner of the sofa that will eventually mold to your shape until everyone is safely tucked inside. The light is on, the kettle is ready, and The House You Will Share is waiting for its missing piece...
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSTORY WRITE IN INK:
ㅤㅤㅤA PLACE WHERE LOVE IS EVERYWHERE
Golden hour light that stretches across the wooden floors, the smell of fresh coffee that finds its way under your bedroom door before you’ve even opened your eyes, and the collective exhale we all take when the world outside gets too loud. The songs we love often mourn the rooms that stayed empty and the lives that never aligned, this is a call for the exact opposite. What we offers?
I. The Shared Table: A place where dinner
it’s about the extra chair that is always
pulled out for 2000—2008 line, the stories
that are SIBLINGSHOOD until the
candles burn low.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
II. The Safety of Being Seen: A place where
you can be your most good self. The ease
of being see the TAKENLIST to the comfort
of knowing you’re home, @SamniontBot.
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Anything About The House We Will Share: We will share the specific, slightly annoying creak of the floorboard outside the bathroom. Arguing over whose turn to buy the good oat milk or deciding which candle smells the least.
Greetings, The Samniont! Your song reached me, and it sounds like exactly where I belong. I’m hoping to join your harmony with (Your Muse) born in (Year of Birth). I’m ready to step through the open door and trade the echoes for a home that is actually lived in and loved.
A corner of the sofa that will eventually mold to your shape until everyone is safely tucked inside. The light is on, the kettle is ready, and The House You Will Share is waiting for its missing piece...
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @AmphitriteCosmic, @MaisonDeMonroe, @thesveic. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET —
SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @AmphitriteCosmic, @MaisonDeMonroe, @thesveic. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
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Forwarded from La Mavie Vine.
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Good eve, guys! Guess what? Me and my friend Sarchner’s Leehan in sleek black fits, feeling comfy and confident at the same time, not trying to impress, not trying to explain. How do we look tonight? Kinda slaying, right? LOL. Just me and my friend, eating yummy food all day (so happy). It’s rare for us to actually have free time and hang out like this. Maybe we’ll do this again next month? ^___^
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Good eve, guys! Guess what? Me and my friend Sarchner’s Leehan in sleek black fits, feeling comfy and confident at the same time, not trying to impress, not trying to explain. How do we look tonight? Kinda slaying, right? LOL. Just me and my friend, eating yummy food all day (so happy). It’s rare for us to actually have free time and hang out like this. Maybe we’ll do this again next month? ^___^
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