Some evenings are never really planned, yet somehow they become the ones you remember the most. Tonight it was mimom, bibob, and the eldest line of our family— Koko Loren, Kakak Fay, Koko Malakai, Koko Reign, Koko Maleki, Abang Soren, and Koko Byren making memories together. A simple dinner that turned into coin games, supermarket wandering, and an unexpected little trip to the beach. A small, chaotic, spontaneous family evening, and we loved every second of it. And for the middle lines and our maknae who stayed at home tonight… sorry kids, looks like mimom and bibob accidentally kidnapped the eldest line for this adventure. Let's have another family outing together next time, okay? 🤍
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Forwarded from THE SCHMIDT.
What started as a simple plan somehow felt a lot like a date. Sethlore’s Heeseung had only meant to accompany Schmidt’s Jay to watch F1 at the arena, surrounded by the roaring crowd and the thunder of engines tearing down the track. Schmidt's Jay was completely absorbed in the race, cheering at every overtake and explaining strategies with bright excitement, while Sethlore's Heeseung found himself smiling more at Schmidt's Jay reactions than the race itself. When the final lap ended and the noise of the arena slowly faded, neither of them seemed ready to go their separate ways, so they wandered off to dinner together. Between shared laughs, easy conversation, and the lingering thrill of the race, the night quietly turned into something warmer than either of them had planned.
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Forwarded from Le Chantier Mills : Maison des Échos.
HAVE YOU HEARD? THEY SAY A GATE HAS BEGUN TO OPEN. DO YOU HEAR IT CALLING?
No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
No one can say exactly when it happened. Only that somewhere beyond familiar paths, in a forest spoken of as rumor rather than place, something shifted. A door that had long remained closed was left ajar, wide enough for the right people to notice, welcoming the possibility of home.
A home breathes with old magic: places by the fire left waiting, names yet to be remembered, laughter missing from the long table beneath the lantern light. The forest seems to be holding its breath, as if aware that something, or someone, is meant to arrive.
Could it be the part of you that’s been longing to go? Find your place at @LeChantierMills here:
(don’t forget to check our taken list)
• Aunties & Uncles (1995–1998)
• Oldest line (1999–2002)
• Middle line (2003–2006)
• Youngest line (2007–2010)
Should you wish to step closer, you may follow the path to @TheMillsBot and write:
Hello, Mills! My name is (MUSE), born in (…), and I feel drawn toward a home I have not seen, yet somehow know.The call knows before you do, and those who belong will always find their way through the trees. You arrive exactly where you’re meant to be.
Forwarded from HOUSE OF IGNAREV: The Ashen Shadow Theatre.
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ㅤㅤ UNDISTURBED AS THE UNWAVERING BOULDER,
ㅤㅤnow as mirthful laughter ／ now as somber farewell—
The hearthfire burned with vigor, its gentle warmth pervading the room glowed on the children's faces, lighting up their innocent, unaffected smiles. (1980 TILL 2009)
ㅤ❛❛ In the end, a child must grow up,
ㅤㅤand they must surpass their
ㅤㅤparents. Only thus may a family
ㅤㅤflourish. I (Father.) look forward
ㅤㅤto hear what 'family' means.🫀 ❜❜
ㅤㅤㅤBefore long, the fire had faded and the house was completely still, illuminated only by a lone beam of moonlight slipping through a break in the curtains and falling across a cup of slowly cooling tea. The one principle she demanded above all was loyalty—any treachery was met with a sentence of death. 𓇢☾࿐࣪
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14th March 2026.
ㅤㅤ UNDISTURBED AS THE UNWAVERING BOULDER,
ㅤㅤnow as mirthful laughter ／ now as somber farewell—
The hearthfire burned with vigor, its gentle warmth pervading the room glowed on the children's faces, lighting up their innocent, unaffected smiles. (1980 TILL 2009)
ㅤ❛❛ In the end, a child must grow up,
ㅤㅤand they must surpass their
ㅤㅤparents. Only thus may a family
ㅤㅤflourish. I (Father.) look forward
ㅤㅤto hear what 'family' means.🫀 ❜❜
May The Tsaritsa Bless You.
My comrade, 'tis I, (YOUR NAME), alias (YOUR MUSE + YOUR LINE) has retrieved from our duty in Liyue.
ㅤㅤMessage Sent From: @IgnarevsMailBot.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore long, the fire had faded and the house was completely still, illuminated only by a lone beam of moonlight slipping through a break in the curtains and falling across a cup of slowly cooling tea. The one principle she demanded above all was loyalty—any treachery was met with a sentence of death. 𓇢☾࿐࣪
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14th March 2026.
Forwarded from 𑣲 🐈⬛️ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟎𝟎.𝟒𝟑 ₊˚◌ LUNAR PHASE 𝒐𝒇 TIKE LUNELIA 𝅦 ۪ ࣪
ㅤㅤ the 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 meets the 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥
🪽🐈⬛️𓏲 ๋࣭ two worlds mixed together
the chime hangs in the clammy squall. stitching the inaction to the cumbersome fragrance of crushed peonies and damp universe ࣪ ˖ 𓂋
arguing with
thus angel
house of
the nocturne
🪽🐈⬛️𓏲 ๋࣭ two worlds mixed together
the chime hangs in the clammy squall. stitching the inaction to the cumbersome fragrance of crushed peonies and damp universe ࣪ ˖ 𓂋
arguing with
thus angel
house of
the nocturne