#curioties Meinies, kira kira ada saran hadiah untuk pasangan valentine ga ya? Other than gift/teleprem. Kalau semacam gambar, ada saran gambar apa? Dann, kalian tau lagu yang bagus untuk dikasih pasangan ga ya? Sender buntu banget kalo soal kayak gini🙇♂
#Venpals I WAS SO EXCITED ABT THE EVENT, do yall want to be teammates?? Plus you get a new groupchat as a friendss, yes?? No? It said that we need 10 people in itz so i need 9 more meinyss to join me. 😭😭❤️❤️
#buddies. I'm on a mission to find more peeps to create a deep connection with! Please, I do really need someone to talk to :×. Don't be shy to leave your traces 'cause I won't bite you! Let's be the best of friends and made bunch of wonderful memories together. :]
Thank you to Meiny who accompanied my shift, I will stop here because i need to take a rest. Thank you to Meiny who have sent menfess following the rules set here well, and I hope it will continue to be so.
Please check out @snipyapper to see the stupidity of nobels and subscribe to our buddy @arcadefess as well. Don't forget to check out our valentines event too. See you soon, Meinys.
Please check out @snipyapper to see the stupidity of nobels and subscribe to our buddy @arcadefess as well. Don't forget to check out our valentines event too. See you soon, Meinys.
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He was the forgotten sentinel.
Bound by an oath lost to time, he lingered where the light dared not tread. Neither living nor entirely forsaken, he remained—a fractured whisper in the dead of night, a shadow at the threshold of oblivion. The walls of his desolation bore the weight of untold confessions, his presence a silent witness to the murmurs of the restless.
Not merely a specter, but an arbiter of the unknown, his will wove the fates of those who dared to reach out. Some he beckoned closer, others he cast into the abyss—his judgment as inscrutable as the void itself. and now, you, wayward soul. Let your words slip into the dark through @NobelsAdamBot. Speak, and perhaps he shall listen. Or perhaps, he already has.
Bound by an oath lost to time, he lingered where the light dared not tread. Neither living nor entirely forsaken, he remained—a fractured whisper in the dead of night, a shadow at the threshold of oblivion. The walls of his desolation bore the weight of untold confessions, his presence a silent witness to the murmurs of the restless.
Not merely a specter, but an arbiter of the unknown, his will wove the fates of those who dared to reach out. Some he beckoned closer, others he cast into the abyss—his judgment as inscrutable as the void itself. and now, you, wayward soul. Let your words slip into the dark through @NobelsAdamBot. Speak, and perhaps he shall listen. Or perhaps, he already has.
Don't forget to participate to our event by searching for your teammates using #Venpals as the hashtags, meiny. ❤️