ㅤㅤ
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.

ㅤㅤ
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.)
ㅤㅤ

‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‌‎
‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎˙ · . . ❀˙ · . . · ˙ ❀ ˙ · . . ‎ ‌‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎
‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎
Commencement the five
and dime in the morrow with scorching fluorescént gleaming throughout, the sprouting shrubs seem to galvanize to bite the bullet
‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎
‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎#SunPetalsofA_NA ‎ ▸. 🌻 ་ ˚. 
‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎
Bear in mind the coleopteras: that glide in to stink the nectar, whilst a scattering sunflower nucleus collapse to salvage. Everlastingly wedge of the corsage is to be life bold and withstood, its miscellaneous ameliorate. ˚ﻬ⡱
‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‌‎

ㅤㅤ   ㅤ     ㅤ    ㅤㅤ   ㅤ     ㅤ    ㅤㅤ   ㅤ     ㅤ    
(ⓘ───SWASHBUCKLER) Cruising in the Gulf of Guinea. ⍀

The sands were still home silent trees. The day was calm our lives at ease. We rattled no more than passing breeze as we sang with the ocean's frequencies. Time had passed and we rode the waves ventured far out lost. Suffering for freedom on the East coast, we dedicated to find our lost pirates.

We have arrived by to steal the spotlight as we opening the gate for new faces to tenant in our beloved house. If you're intrigued to anchors your soul, take a look at our 'taken list' and pay attention if your heart races for adventure and family and your spirit is stirred, we’re seeking:

♝ MOTHER & FATHER (1980–1994)
ㅤStands as a pillar of strength and love.
ㅤShow up, even when the world   doesn’t.

♝ UNCLE & AUNT (1995–1999)
ㅤBring wisdom with a touch of fun.
ㅤOffers warmth, stories, and sweet
ㅤadvice.

♝ SISTER & BROTHER (2000–2011)
ㅤA best friend wrapped in family.
ㅤLeads with quiet courage and care.

Consider to tap this link for those who interested in becoming part of: VANSENT FAMILY

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

         
   MERTZLAN FAMILIA, UNVEILS
THE TWOFOLD GATE. (+888)—
051725. Lenient’ Siblingshood
With Reach The Threshold. 🩸

༒ .. BEHIND VEILED LASHES:
Some wail in fractured hysteria, while others croon elegies in voiceless requiems. Dreams are no longer havens: they are gloomy hallways of the subconscious and we nest in between, roving over paths in constant flux. Through the hush of night, our voyage winds, hunted by trembling murk that spooks e’ry tread. Tasks swathed in charade are snuffed in silence, beyond a realm that grants mercy nevermore.

Greetings, Mertzlan Família. In faith of what-it-takes, I am caught up in appropriate an behalf of Mertzlan Família. I, (Your Name) takes part in sets out of (Muse, Date Of Birth). Hither's my allegiance passer @Username and I’ll hang tight until the next steps.

(&.) Send out serialisé forms to @MertzlanRobot. We bid you heed the TAKEN LIST: names afore claimed by souls who shall erelong make you theirs. This call reserved for the souls birthed BETWEEN 1997—2011. When this voice touches the hollow in your heart, know this gate exists only for those who remember what they have lost. 🎴
      

ㅤ
𝘠𝘶𝘭𝘦-𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦.

ㅤㅤ ㅤVELTHRONE: CELESTIAL
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤCHRISTMAS. 🎄☃️

Avalanche has been descending for nights on end, shrouding e’ry colonnade in a pall of luminous quietude. Crystalline jingling glides through arcades. The first-years, wide-eyed with wonder likely believe Saint Nicholas himself has crossed our skies; scattering douceur from his ethereal sleigh. They know not that such chiming belongs to the argent bells bound to owls who ferry their summons through wintertide.

The Velthrone flaunts its obsolete doorway to all who wish to engage within the splendor of Celestial Christmas on December 20. Missives shall find their way to cherished ones, each accompanied by offerings wrought to stir the most swathed recesses of heart. Conjured graces shall canonise e’ry whim divulged into frost-bright air.

Dotingly bestowed upon augurers,
@TheVelthrone.
ㅤ