Whoβs ready for Christmas Eve?
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Jangan lupa kasih hadiah natal ke aku. This is what I looked like when I asked for a gift at the door. ππ
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Christmas Eve at home. whatβs on your plate tonight? π
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Forwarded from Rosier of Gateau: Amaranthine Kin of Limerence.
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( Λ π₯¨π§£β ) COME IN FROM THE
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25 β 26 of December 2025
Snow may fall quietly outside. But inside, warmth rises with the scent of baked bread and melting chocolate. Soft lights glow above wooden tables, laughter settles into corners, and time slows just enough to let hearts feel at home.
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Inside Rosierβs bakery: may Christmas starts gently warm, familiar, and made to be remembered. πβοΈπβΉ ΰ£ͺ
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( Λ π₯¨π§£β ) COME IN FROM THE
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25 β 26 of December 2025
Snow may fall quietly outside. But inside, warmth rises with the scent of baked bread and melting chocolate. Soft lights glow above wooden tables, laughter settles into corners, and time slows just enough to let hearts feel at home.
γ € This season begins before the celebration in shared glances over cocoa cups, hands dusted with flour and sweetness where comfort matters more than noise.
Inside Rosierβs bakery: may Christmas starts gently warm, familiar, and made to be remembered. πβοΈπβΉ ΰ£ͺ
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Forwarded from PalatinateβYonks: Norburyβs House.
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γ €γ €γ €γ €THE POST OF AURIC DECEMBER
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In the deepest hush of winterβs breath, where lanterns gleam like kept promises: Norburyβs Post Box Wishes awakens.
It calls upon every heart that longs to deliver what speech could not shoulder.. the gratitude left unspoken, the warmth that trembles to be known, the name we whisper into the dark hoping it hears.
This is the corridor where letters transcend paper, where sentiments are escorted by starlight and arrive without ever losing their courage.
Join the passage of these closing days:
26 December β βGleam of Decemberβ
γ €Send forth your Christmas darlings:
γ €affection folded neatly between lines
γ €of joy.
30 December β βMirage Midnight Galaβ
γ €Release a New Yearβs vow:
γ €resolutions, confessions, exhilaration
γ €dressed in midnight silk.
As the season folds into its quiet glow, let your words enter this amber passageway. In Norburyβs realm, every message finds its shore and returns as gentle solace. Release your letters, and let December settle with what your heart finally lets go.
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γ €γ €γ €γ €THE POST OF AURIC DECEMBER
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €When Words Become
γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €γ €Their Own Constellations
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In the deepest hush of winterβs breath, where lanterns gleam like kept promises: Norburyβs Post Box Wishes awakens.
It calls upon every heart that longs to deliver what speech could not shoulder.. the gratitude left unspoken, the warmth that trembles to be known, the name we whisper into the dark hoping it hears.
This is the corridor where letters transcend paper, where sentiments are escorted by starlight and arrive without ever losing their courage.
Join the passage of these closing days:
26 December β βGleam of Decemberβ
γ €Send forth your Christmas darlings:
γ €affection folded neatly between lines
γ €of joy.
30 December β βMirage Midnight Galaβ
γ €Release a New Yearβs vow:
γ €resolutions, confessions, exhilaration
γ €dressed in midnight silk.
As the season folds into its quiet glow, let your words enter this amber passageway. In Norburyβs realm, every message finds its shore and returns as gentle solace. Release your letters, and let December settle with what your heart finally lets go.
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When everyone enjoying their Christmas Eve, Mistlesoir's Heeseung is down on a hunt or perhaps just to chase the sin he committed. Yet tonight feels a bit quiet. Would you like to be one of my prey, Misty?
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