Hype me and my friends that had been celebrated this early xmas, monnies!
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are you curious about what we’ve been up to lately..? yes, you’re right! birthday party preparations for KYA. we’ve been getting ready since this hour, all for the fifteenth birthday of calsearth’s kya, sarchner’s kya, clardforge’s kya, and reiss’ kya. the four of them are about to turn fifteen together. majerle’s sanghyeon somehow only helped by finishing the food before the party even started, while majerle’s woonhak played around and said, "gw bantu doa ajalah!" dewmourne’s seonghyeon arrived with heart-shaped crackers, smiling and saying, "maaf telat, nih hadiah nya 1 bagi 4 aja ya?"
hefflins’ ian got busy with slime bought out of fomo(bocah fomo beli slime, yaudah namanya juga bocil) saying, "weh seru amat slime nya yak, mau main gk?". velthorne’s sarang took mirror photos with a giant lollipop "WEH LOLIPOP NYE KEREN, FOTO AH” / while soigné’s leeseo happily posed with her cute shaped balloons. mertzlan’s ian and calsearth’s nahyun took turns photographing each other in their white-and-pink outfits. diaz’s sarang and monroe’s ella stayed calm and quietly chatting together.. maybe introverts..? or maybe just tired of our chaos, hehe ;D
in the end, we celebrated together! we ate, took countless photos, and turned the preparation moments into memories. soon, the four of them calsearth’s kya, sarchner’s kya, clardforge’s kya, and reiss’ kya—will officially be fifteen, hehe. 🍽️♥️
hefflins’ ian got busy with slime bought out of fomo
in the end, we celebrated together! we ate, took countless photos, and turned the preparation moments into memories. soon, the four of them calsearth’s kya, sarchner’s kya, clardforge’s kya, and reiss’ kya—will officially be fifteen, hehe. 🍽️♥️
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In the gracious sincerity of the Parisian sun and the glacé savour of daylight patisserie, Rue Saint-Dominique tranquilly hums with the soft rhythm of cherish and passion. Each single step paints a little piece of reminiscence the kind that remains, with a flutter in the heart and a smile that could not abide but flourish.
Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @Ostendl, @HouseOfLuthien, @RuhmerAhl, @TheLachaise, @TheEdurne, and @Ellvius.
Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.
Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe
Somewhere in the corners of Paris, with the same feeling lingers a wish for beautitude. To the souls who share this warmth @Ostendl, @HouseOfLuthien, @RuhmerAhl, @TheLachaise, @TheEdurne, and @Ellvius.
Let every month be another curtain of delicate, another vista of merriment and familiarity. For even the smallest star cascades to eulogize a moment delibrate to be memorized as a humane encore from the universe, for the ones who believe in amour’s opera. Melodrama, xyr spout, yet it’s the caliber that feels everlasting in a dainty theatre written by euphoria, hope, and togetherness.
Genuinely,
@MaisonDeMonroe
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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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Forwarded from the ellsword : mushrooms legacy!
hear the bliss chime of the warp-dash! to solemn passengers peering stars and cracks of dawn dreams: behold the ellsword, the village beyond the flagpoles and the clouds. 🍄🏰 *:·.
𖡎 the portals chirp again and come hither new cherish to hare through the brickwork skies and ochroid tunnels of sight. we are seek those who run toward clutter havoc with chitters and compile fondness similar to secluded stars, who finds alliance even in castles halve derelict.
confer parley the blueprint of invade lands prior sending your warpnote upon a ballet doux : ellsword.
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aim your coins chandelier
your pavement aisle pikes.
we bide for at the final flag
@theellsword ♥︎ IN 8-BIT!
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𖡎 the portals chirp again and come hither new cherish to hare through the brickwork skies and ochroid tunnels of sight. we are seek those who run toward clutter havoc with chitters and compile fondness similar to secluded stars, who finds alliance even in castles halve derelict.
ㅤ.. ⌕ ⊹₊ ⋆ our crusade inquiry greeting hails these years of date: parents (1980-1995) auncles (1996-1998) eldest (1999-2002) and the middles (2003-2005) sort of heavens.
confer parley the blueprint of invade lands prior sending your warpnote upon a ballet doux : ellsword.
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aim your coins chandelier
your pavement aisle pikes.
we bide for at the final flag
@theellsword ♥︎ IN 8-BIT!
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Forwarded from Family of Velthrone; The Conjurer's Ancestry
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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.
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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.
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Forwarded from The Fast Lane: House of Foster.
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🏁 ...BOUND BY ASPHALT (’&.) OATH WITH SOULS CONVERGE INTO A NEW BLOODLINE... ✧✧✧
Born beneath neon-lit streets and the thunder of untamed engines, this is not merely a race but a rite of passage. Steel hearts synchronize with the pulse of the city, drafting trust at impossible speeds.
« 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘸, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. »
Stand By The Family Through Every Turn.
ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE DON, Eldest: 2000 - 2003.
ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE ENFORCER, Middle: 2004 - 2006.
ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE WILDCARD, Youngest: 2007 - 2010.
Revved Emotions: TAKEN LIST.
Built From Nothing, Bound By Greatness,
We ride Together, We Fight Together,
We Survive Together.
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This road welcomes the bold, the broken, and the becoming. As new members cross its threshold, they inherit more than speed, they inherit a legacy of chosen family, bound by asphalt, sealed by trust, and driven toward forever, go through @FosterRobot.
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🏁 ...BOUND BY ASPHALT (’&.) OATH WITH SOULS CONVERGE INTO A NEW BLOODLINE... ✧✧✧
Born beneath neon-lit streets and the thunder of untamed engines, this is not merely a race but a rite of passage. Steel hearts synchronize with the pulse of the city, drafting trust at impossible speeds.
« 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘸, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. »
Stand By The Family Through Every Turn.
ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE DON, Eldest: 2000 - 2003.
ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE ENFORCER, Middle: 2004 - 2006.
ㅤㅤ(📣.) THE WILDCARD, Youngest: 2007 - 2010.
Revved Emotions: TAKEN LIST.
Built From Nothing, Bound By Greatness,
We ride Together, We Fight Together,
We Survive Together.
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Greetings, Foster Family. I, (name & username), am ready to roll in and join. My muse, (muse), born in (birthline), is geared up to ride with the crew—not just for the speed, but for the loyalty and family that define Foster.ㅤ
This road welcomes the bold, the broken, and the becoming. As new members cross its threshold, they inherit more than speed, they inherit a legacy of chosen family, bound by asphalt, sealed by trust, and driven toward forever, go through @FosterRobot.
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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.
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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.
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