Forwarded from The Moonlit Descent of Mistlesoir.
BLEACHED LUSTRE, ✶ WINTERBOUND TWILIGHT.
✷ Herein subsists a jovial festive obscured in masquerade, we convene chosen kindred: a menage manor founded upon sapience, tutelary allegiance, and lineal equipoise. Apiece presence therein attain freighted season-bound.
❊ CROWN OF SNOWLIGHT (1998 — 2001)
❊ MISTLETIDE VEIN (2002 — 2005)
❊ HOLLYBORNE KINDRED (2006 — 2009)
ㅤ(The Midwinter Ball: Masquerade
ㅤSeason.) ✉️ For the chosen umbrae
ㅤmay endure within sphere: the clan
ㅤpickled, roles demarcated, and
ㅤborderline latticed. Veils shall
ㅤwithstand in picket-vigil, luminance
ㅤwill recede, and the house shall
ㅤunbar the doors.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Glacierborne,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ @Mistlesoir. 🌲
BLEACHED LUSTRE, ✶ WINTERBOUND TWILIGHT.
A rustle slips beneath the masque, perches comes to abide upon hearts, / discern / genesis / home and haven.
✷ Herein subsists a jovial festive obscured in masquerade, we convene chosen kindred: a menage manor founded upon sapience, tutelary allegiance, and lineal equipoise. Apiece presence therein attain freighted season-bound.
❊ CROWN OF SNOWLIGHT (1998 — 2001)
❊ MISTLETIDE VEIN (2002 — 2005)
❊ HOLLYBORNE KINDRED (2006 — 2009)
ㅤ(The Midwinter Ball: Masquerade
ㅤSeason.) ✉️ For the chosen umbrae
ㅤmay endure within sphere: the clan
ㅤpickled, roles demarcated, and
ㅤborderline latticed. Veils shall
ㅤwithstand in picket-vigil, luminance
ㅤwill recede, and the house shall
ㅤunbar the doors.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Glacierborne,
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ @Mistlesoir. 🌲
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(THERE IS A KIND OF SILENCE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ THAT ONLY AUTUMN KNOW.) 🍁‧₊˚
Not empty, not cold — but full of stories untold, of names we hope to call, of homes we have yet to find. In the rustle of leaves ('&) the fading warmth of the sun, I find myself longing — not for a place, but for people. For voices that greet with care. For hands that stay.
𐚁 | .. For a family that feels──
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like shelter. This letter is for
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𐀶 you, who might 🍂🖋
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ knows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
Who has space in their heart to become something to someone. We are in search of a family — not perfect, but present. One that grows together, laughs softly, forgives often. A place where roles are more than names —through days both easy and hard. If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here — in this season of stillness and hope.
Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection — not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions. May autumn guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(THERE IS A KIND OF SILENCE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ THAT ONLY AUTUMN KNOW.) 🍁‧₊˚
Not empty, not cold — but full of stories untold, of names we hope to call, of homes we have yet to find. In the rustle of leaves ('&) the fading warmth of the sun, I find myself longing — not for a place, but for people. For voices that greet with care. For hands that stay.
𐚁 | .. For a family that feels──
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like shelter. This letter is for
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𐀶 you, who might 🍂🖋
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ knows howㅤ to ㅤ listen.
Who has space in their heart to become something to someone. We are in search of a family — not perfect, but present. One that grows together, laughs softly, forgives often. A place where roles are more than names —through days both easy and hard. If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here — in this season of stillness and hope.
Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection — not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions. May autumn guide us home.
Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
—THE DELAIRE ’s.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Forwarded from Morada Del Mar: Delmeist Familie.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ NAVIGATING / THE / VAST / OCEAN
ㅤㅤUNVEILING AN UNCHARTED MARINER
Ocean billows surge like an unrelenting conflagration, assailing with unbridled ferocity. Many a crew member faltered, electing to disembark at the next haven. Yet, we persist in our quest, harboring steadfast hope for one of indomitable spirit, capable of steering our vessel through the merciless tides.
✶ Sibling to uphold its passage,
ㅤㅤㅤBORN IN 1995-2010.
The Delmeist Dossier you must grasp before setting foot on the ship and embarking on this grand voyage. Once everything shipshape, we're ready to weigh anchor and send your letter to our mailbox: @DelmeistBot. The tides are shifting, and we're waiting for you to sail with us, mate!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ NAVIGATING / THE / VAST / OCEAN
ㅤㅤUNVEILING AN UNCHARTED MARINER
Ocean billows surge like an unrelenting conflagration, assailing with unbridled ferocity. Many a crew member faltered, electing to disembark at the next haven. Yet, we persist in our quest, harboring steadfast hope for one of indomitable spirit, capable of steering our vessel through the merciless tides.
✶ Sibling to uphold its passage,
ㅤㅤㅤBORN IN 1995-2010.
Hail, Delmeist Familie! I (Name & Username), born in (Year), and have chosen (Muse) as my cape. With due reverence, I submit this missive, expressing my wish to join your ranks and sail forth together. Grant me passage, that we may brave the tempests as one. I await your response with keen anticipation.
The Delmeist Dossier you must grasp before setting foot on the ship and embarking on this grand voyage. Once everything shipshape, we're ready to weigh anchor and send your letter to our mailbox: @DelmeistBot. The tides are shifting, and we're waiting for you to sail with us, mate!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @HouseOfEtherhail, @TheMorseviic, @TheDrysdale and @Rocheveil for the commemorative fetes.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Sethlore, @TheAusteense, @TheHansley, @TheDoucheron, @Delmeist, @MertzlanFamilia, @Monarchyson, @SylvanOth, @TheWyrmharrow, @TheHalton, @TheDanvery and @rebeIian for the commemorative fetes.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ
𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮: Wrapped The Winter Together ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 @Calsearth 🎄
ㅤ ☃️🧣 The season arrives quietly,
ㅤ carrying moments that ask to be
ㅤ felt rather than named.
ㅤㅤㅤ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
𝑇ime seems to soften in that softness certain thoughts begin to surface without urgency. Between the closing of one year and the hesitant opening of another, there is a brief stillness where words can exist without expectation.
This is a space shaped by calm nights and gentle reflections, where warmth does not demand attention and meaning lingers in the smallest pauses.
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎–𝟐𝟏 🎅🏻
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
ㅤ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.
ㅤㅤㅤ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
ㅤㅤㅤ
𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮: Wrapped The Winter Together ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 @Calsearth 🎄
ㅤ ☃️🧣 The season arrives quietly,
ㅤ carrying moments that ask to be
ㅤ felt rather than named.
ㅤㅤㅤ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
𝑇ime seems to soften in that softness certain thoughts begin to surface without urgency. Between the closing of one year and the hesitant opening of another, there is a brief stillness where words can exist without expectation.
This is a space shaped by calm nights and gentle reflections, where warmth does not demand attention and meaning lingers in the smallest pauses.
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎–𝟐𝟏 🎅🏻
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
ㅤ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞
ㅤㅤㅤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧.
ㅤㅤㅤ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
ㅤㅤㅤ
Forwarded from Tales of The Winter Seasons: The Edurne Familie.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Thursday, the 18th of December, 2025.
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gently⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻
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A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, we send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.
Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Parental Hearth. (1980–1991)
✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Aunts & Uncles. (1994–1998)
✧ The Lightbearers, Children. (2000–2008)
If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:
Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurne’s warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow.Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt,
Edurne Familie.
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