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(⚒☠︎───LA FAMILIA VANSENT)ㅤㅤ Leaving the old tides behind. ⍟ 

We have altered along with the stars. We float beneath moonlit sky, free from the shackles of the past, searching for the ghosts of our MOTHER, FATHER, UNCLE, AUNT, SISTER, AND BROTHER. They are remembered by the water. And we do, too.

A new era has begun. The Vansent, our home port and a haven for people who dare to love, live, and lead, is where the ship docks. For the new crew to embark on this voyage, we are casting ropes. Pay attention if your heart races for adventure and family and your spirit is stirred, we’re seeking:

♝ MOTHER & FATHER (1985–1995)
ㅤStands as a pillar of strength and love.
ㅤShow up, even when the world   doesn’t.

♝ UNCLE & AUNT (1996–1997)
ㅤBring wisdom with a touch of fun.
ㅤOffers warmth, stories, and sweet
ㅤadvice.

♝ SISTER & BROTHER (1998–2011)
ㅤA best friend wrapped in family.
ㅤLeads with quiet courage and care.

Check the taken list first. If the spot is still open, please send the message below to @Vansentrobot:

Ahoy! I, (Name + @ + Muse), offer my condolences and would like to become a (Mother/Father/Uncle/Aunt/Sister/Brother) in The Vansent's legacy. I set out to uphold this family's name and honor with all of my heart and composure. I hope my position is genuine and my presence has purpose.

The New Wave is who we are.
A family created by fire, loyalty, and decision rather than blood.
Would you dare dock with us?

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    LAYERS OF LOVE, BENTO OF JOY %   › 
ㅤㅤ𖤘  The #MunchWithJulyz 🍱 🍡
                    for JO and NICHOLAS

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ      𝟶:𝟶𝟶 ──◍───── 𝟷:𝟹𝟶

𖦹   ִ  ˑ  𖥻  A gentle breeze, laughter in the air, and bento boxes wrapped with care, sunshine meets sweet moments under the sky. 🌿 🍱 ✨

       Every bite tells a story, every smile
adds color. Here's to a day stitched in joy.

  ♡‌⠀⋅⠀⩇⩇:⩇⩇   🌸 𒀭 ʬʬʬ.nichojo.com ⋆ Ꮺ  ָ࣪ 

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THE LONGFIELDS HERALD ♘
Proclamation Of The Kinship
'& Our Foremost Open Gates.

From the highest pastures on Loughrey's estate. Afore, be known across the asylum and evergreen meadows, family is not always bound by the blood that courses through one’s veins, but also by the reins that held in warm hands and the breath that shared with steeds at dawn. Loyalty etch deep in hoofprints of our hearts. The illimitable champaigns for us makes matutinal nebulosity grasp the sward at daybreak and equine across the hilly topographies, our kin convenes—not by hereditary entitlement, but by elective horses. Our gates are not opened often. But today, the wind turns and the banners rise. And so, we say: “Come Forth!”

Cordial salute! I, (Username), feel drawn forth by the vinculum that connects as (Your Muse & Line). I present myself with deference to this house. I seek the station of (Father/Mother/Uncle/Aunty/Oldest/Middles/Youngest.) in this propinquitous lineage. Permit me retain at your portals and await your response.

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Priorly, you must conduct comprehensive perusal of our histories and taken list to discern if our ethos and methods accord with your own. Should you choose to join with us, please convey your assent through @LoughreyRobot: (Signed | Charity.)
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