Tales of The Winter Seasons: The Edurne Familie.
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ㅤ 𝜗𝜚ㅤAmidst the icy realm where snowflakes dance, lies a haven where familial ties enhance—a sanctuary of warmth. In this wintry abode, souls glee, as snowfall echoes the beauty of our realm. @EdurneMails@EdurneBot@EdurneSFSBot.
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Forwarded from ILLIT VENTURE.

ㅤ ㅤ ⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗
        ㅤ ㅤ 愛が溢れる - ☀️

ㅤ  Exuberant lust deliberately leakage outwardly
License, revamp into a subtle current that is
works imperceptible yet faithfully gnaws at the
corners of the soul. ‧₊˚ ⛲️ ‧₊𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐
ㅤ  Sunday Morning becomes a silent witness; 𑁍ࠬܓ

The morning light falls gracefully between hope
And doubt. A story begins, opening a silent path
Between us, them, and the secrets of how works
The universe works. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
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☃️: propitious day has dawned upon us, and we are all the more jubilant for it. we trust everyone finds delight in commemorating their anniversaries.

now, incandescent moonlit reappear between dusk midnight that beckons them, it's time to extend our heartfelt felicitations to @PromiseSeason @Godrict @sunwooterrain @KissOfLoove @HusvomMeiers @Altefiore @Eeljes and @DORNHEIL this moment, 12nd; marks the zenith of the jubilance your camaraderie brings. we are appreciative of your unwavering bond and aspire to see it endure further.

ㅤㅤ|cultivate trust in those seated beside
ㅤㅤ|you, for genuine friendships stand
ㅤㅤ|test of time! ⊹

and as the final verse is inscribed upon the parchment of poetry, it expresses sublime and euphoric wishes for you all. we, with hearts brimming with gladness, will partake in the revelry, sharing in the mirth and spreading cheer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗𝜚 heartfelt ink, @TheEdurne.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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       Capricious, 1-05.. Gates Unlocked
       E.G. “Proper State.” The Assemble
       (XI: ENCOUNTER YOUR FACTION.)


   “SAINT──I.” .. | ’& [Call Up.]

Forget shared last names or family trees. The Wilkins built our connection on something deeper: shared commitment to one another. Thereabout, most important relationships in our lives are often the ones we actively mulch, and that those bonds can be incredibly strong, particularly when societal norms try to dictate how we should connect. Sometimes the world tries to squeeze us into molds, tell us who we’re supposed to be. While extending our reach to those splintered from aforementioned alliance, we’re seeking for new family members with this faction and specifically seeking Mother Figure only for parents necessitates role.

ㅤ✼ ABNEGATION FOR
PARENTS: 1990-1994 
ㅤ✼ DAUNTLESS FOR
AUNCLES: 1995-1999 
ㅤ✼ ERUDITE FOR
ELDEST: 2000-2003
    ✼ CANDOR FOR
MIDDLE: 2004-2006 
ㅤ✼ AMITY FOR
YOUNGEST: 2007-2010

Afore, we encourage you to thoroughly research our backgrounds and taken list before reaching out. This will help you determine if our values and approach align with your own. Therefore, should you accept our invitation to join The Wilkins, please indicate your confirmation by ringback @TheWilkinsBot alongwith form provided below:
Wilkins, attend! Drawn hither by the auspices of (Your Muse + Line Muse), and bearing the cognomen (Your Username), I present myself, longing to be selected into your kinship as the (Mother/Uncle/Son/Daughter). Gratitude be thine!
State By @TheWilkins
Forenoon Attendance.
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Gritnoise! Today I, Gritner’s Anton, went out for hotpot brunch with my friends, Roesjad’s Wonbin, Edurne’s Wonbin, Caintje’s Wonbin, Sveic’s Anton, Walst’s Wonbin, Rocheveil’s Wonbin, and Scythe’s Anton & Sohee. We didn’t plan much, just followed hunger and ended up around a table that slowly filled with steam, noise, and comfort. The broth kept bubbling, my phone stayed face down, and everyone talked over each other like we always do.

Edurne’s Wonbin was halfway through telling a story when Sveic’s Anton accidentally spilled the sauce, everywhere. For a split second there was silence, then chaos. Roesjad’s Wonbin grabbed tissues, I laughed too loud, Caintje’s Wonbin tried to save the table, Rocheveil’s Wonbin wouldn’t stop teasing, Scythe’s Anton just smiled, Scythe’s Sohee made it worse with jokes, and Walst’s Wonbin kept saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” while laughing anyway.

Nothing big happened, really. Just food, laughter, and time slowing down. And somehow, that was everything.
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