House Of Steinwalds: The Road That Leads to Home.
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β€œThere is no place, like home.” As I clicked my ruby slippers, i intended to speak and repeat until i found home. / 🏰πŸŒͺ️πŸͺ„
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Forwarded from ROUZE: The Quiet Kin.
Steinwald’s Riki and Rouze’s Riki started the night under arcade lights, letting the noise, colors, and small wins carry the mood without trying too hard to make it something bigger. It was never about winning every round, being there, playing it through, and keeping everything easy like it naturally falls into place. Riki Steinwalds said, β€œLu serius mau main lagi, udah jam dua? Koko cece lu nelpon gua nih.” β€œYaelah, alay lu, baru jam segini,” The word Rouze’s Riki said. Small talks like that, but somehow making the night feel more alive.

After that, Steinwald’s Riki and Rouze’s Riki merely stepped through streets with no real destination, letting the energy settle into something calmer. The conversations came and went, mixed with silence that didn’t feel awkward at all. β€œCapek, kaki gua putus kayanya?”, β€œKok gantian lu yang alay, ini baru keluar dari mall… :),” no rush, no need to prove anything, just moving side by side, letting the shady stretch a little longer than it should.
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The night could scarcely have grown more remarkable within the gathering that brought together Steinwalds’ Ayah and Edurne’s Ayah, as they spent their hours among others of notable distinction. Laughter, flowing conversations, the pop of whiskey bottle caps, the pour of amber liquid, the bright chime of glass and crystal upon contact intertwined, all blending to fill the evening with a liveliness. For a momentβ€”no, for severalβ€”it felt as though one had stepped into a world slightly unmoored, suspended between a well-poured glass of wine, familiar faces, and conversations that blurred at the edges.

Yet however deeply they were carried into the atmosphere that filled the whole place, their thoughts would still wander, returning to wonder what their families might be doing in moments when their fathers were not there to watch over them. Well, still grateful for that night and all the great moments it held within.

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Tinnies.. I missed you! Did you have fun for today? πŸ˜† I hope everything's fine and good to you! Ily β™₯️
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tinnies, guess who? >\\\<
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(πŽπ… πƒπ€π˜π’ ππ€πŒπ„πƒ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 ππŽππƒπ’ π–πŽπ•π„π.)
By this day’s numeral, this letter is sent to consecrate the moment for those herein named, who stand today in their mensive hour. γ…€πŸŽ πŸŽŸ
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Turned, leaf by leaf, as a storybook abundant with manifold tellings, are the warm and time-worn endowments of enchantment we gather as remembrance. Thus, set forth is this salutation, consecrated in intent and reserved in love, for: @SoigneSolace, @lavoiresisters, @LaDimoraCarrasco @Carthwon & @TheVolkovich upon their marked and special day. May these words serve as a benediction rather than a greeting alone: to thicken the bonds already entwined, to beckon forthcoming recollections of deeper hue yet to be lived and lovingly kept, and to grace each ordinary day with inexhaustible regard and an ever-sustaining presence of careβ€”so that what has been may endure, and what is yet to come may unfold with kindness, constancy, and light.


𝘊𝘒𝘳𝘳π˜ͺ𝘦π˜₯ 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘡𝘒𝘭-π˜₯𝘦𝘸 𝘸π˜ͺ𝘯π˜₯𝘴,
@HouseOfSteinwalds. 🩢πŸͺ©
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γ…€πŸ“” THE HEFFLINS’ DIARY ENTRY #003
γ…€γ…€OUR GATE’S OPEN (APPARENTLY).


So, the elders said we should β€œopen the gate” and let more people in the family. And here we are, @TheHefflins are now accepting new members. Yeah, you heard that right, we’re expanding.

Here’s the lineup we came up with and somehow, it makes sense: Parents Figures (1980–1994), Aunty & Uncle Figures (1995–1999), Eldest Children (2000–2002), and Middle Children (2003–2005). You can peek through here to see our taken list tho! πŸ‘€

Dear The Hefflins, it’s me, (your name), using (your muse + line). I was just minding my own business when I spotted your post-it note on the neighbor’s wall. Congratulations, you’ve got yourself another troublemaker. πŸ‘ŠπŸ»

Send this through @HefflinsRobot. πŸ“¬

If you can survive a group chat that never sleeps, welcome hugs that come with sarcasm, and a family that laughs way too loud, The Hefflins want YOU. πŸ’₯

🏠 Gate’s open. Step in before someone locks it again.
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