#noël 2023

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Paulina Porizkova

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Joyeux Noël à vous tous 🎄⛄️

Merry Christmas to everyone 🧑🏻‍🎄 🎁

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Avenue Montaigne…

[minikim]

Bonjour ! Pour patienter jusqu’à Noël je vous propose chaque lundi une histoire de Bulle « à suivre » ! Voici la 2ème partie où l’on découvre une Bulle plutôt coquette ☆ Pour comprendre pourquoi il y des étoiles qui flottent au-dessus du lit de Bulle, je vous invite à lire l’histoire « Veilleuse » que vous retrouverez facilement en consultant les posts précédents ! RDV lundi prochain pour la suite !! --- Et pour recevoir des BD de Bulle avant tout le monde, je vous invite à découvrir La Lettre Dessinée, une infolettre illustrée que j'envoie chaque trimestre à mes lecteurs les + fidèles ♡ Pour en savoir + sur cette newsletter, vous pouvez suivre ce lien : https://www.minikim.net/la-lettre-dessinee/ - C'est gratuit !

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[l-ours]

Bonnes fêtes de la part de l'équipe et des vignerons de Vi Natural !

[hecatt]

Bûche glacée

Un de mes passes temps 🍰

Pour Noël, avec ma grande sœur, à l’occasion du repas du réveillon, on se partage les tâches « je prépare les salades et toi le plateau fromage », « ok, je prends le saumon et toi les huîtres »…

Mais c’est vrai qu’on aime bien faire chacune une bûche!! Et cette année, j’ai tenté la bûche glacée entremet

Une mousse vanille, insert mangue/passion, biscuit génoise, craquant au coulis de mangue et pour la déco une chantilly chocolat !!

Je suis plutôt fière du résultat et encore plus de lors de la coupe avec l’insert coulant …

J’espère que vous avez passé un beau Noël et que bien sûr vous avez été gâté !!

Joyeux Noël 🎄

[4nuttyaddict]

Joyeux Noël !

[alaingrafcolson]

メリークリスマス 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐮 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐍𝐨𝐞̈𝐥

En cette fin d'année,

Je vous souhaite de belles fêtes,

Réunies en famille ou entre amis,

Dans la joie et la bonne humeur.

Que Noël vous apporte le meilleur

Tout ce que vous souhaitez,

Du bonheur, de la santé,

Et de la réussite dans vos projets.

Que cette magie de Noël

Envahisse votre cœur,

Et vous donne des étoiles

Dans les yeux pour toute l'année.

メリークリスマス 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐮 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐍𝐨𝐞̈𝐥

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COMMANDES DIRECTES : contactez nous par MP ! 

Pour Noël, cette année nous proposons à la ventes nos premières poupées de feutrine !!! <3

Celles des photos sont à l'effigie des personnages de la (génialissime) série télévisée Good Omens, Aziraphale et Crowley, réalisées d'après le patron de Pepeluiv (www.etsy.com/shop/pepeluiv)! 

Nous vous vous donnons non seulement l'opportunité d'obtenir vos propres poupées de feutrine Good Omens, mais vous proposons également de réaliser des POUPÉES PERSONNALISÉES (représentant des personnes de votre entourage, des personnages de fiction de votre choix, des divinités...).

Ces poupées mesurent 13 cm et sont faites à la main par nos soins, nous n'accepterons donc qu'une quantité très limitée de commandes pour les fêtes afin d'être sûr.e.s de pouvoir honorer nos engagements et vous faire parvenir les produits fini dans les temps pour Noël !

Nous vendons les poupées Good Omens à 35€ pièce, 65€ le lot de deux poupées. Les poupées personnalisées sont à 50€ pièce et nécessitent que vous nous envoyiez des références visuelles (photos, images...). Les frais de ports éventuels sont estimés entre 1,66€ et 2,82€ en lettre suivie (en France).

CONTACTEZ NOUS EN MP POUR COMMANDER 

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cookies and tea

synopsis: what happens when you bake too many cookies? you give them away, of course!

genre: fluff

characters: zhongli x gn! reader, neighbour! zhongli

warnings: reader is referred to in 2nd pov, errrm not proofread

a/n: hehe happy christmas<3 this is also a work for écrin de litterature's christmas event🤩 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2023 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

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regret. that was the word that could best describe your current predicament, having baked one too many batches of cookies. and with all the friends in your vicinity out of town, the only thing you could do in order not to have the past three hours of hard work in the kitchen go to waste was to make that treacherous first trip down the street to your neighbour’s house with a box of gingerbread cookies as a holiday greeting.

the regret started to subside, however, the second your neighbour opened his door, and a pair of curious amber eyes peered down at you. 

“hello, how may i help you?” his smooth voice rumbled– your brain blanked. it took a moment before you realised you were staring– at which you cleared your throat in embarrassment.

“ah– hi, i’m from, uh, next door,” you gestured lamely, “i made too many gingerbread cookies for christmas, and i was wondering if you’d like to have them?” you mentally pat yourself on the back for not stuttering and making a fool of yourself in front of someone so handsome– what?

your neighbour smiles. “nice to meet you, neighbour, and that sounds like a delightful offer. i was just wondering where the rich aroma came from– it appears to be from that box. those are the cookies, then, i assume?”

“mhm!” first try! SCORE! you grin, holding out the box to him. “take it as a festive greeting– merry christmas!”

he gracefully accepts the box. “thank you very much– ah, it seems like a lot, and i’ll be honest, i don’t think i’ll be able to finish it… would you like to come in and share it together? i’ve just finished brewing some osmanthus tea– we could savour these treats over tea. ah! my apologies, where are my manners?” he holds a hand out to you, “my name is zhongli, it is an honour to make your acquaintance, dear neighbour.”

regret was a word you no longer knew– not when you were faced with a visage like his and that gentle smile that made your knees weak.

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Julia - Bûche De Noël

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Ecrin De Literature Holiday Gift

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A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I do hope you enjoy this gift of mine.

NOW! I EISH YOU A GRAND AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

Layla leaned against you as the fire crackled and your heartbeat soothed her frayed nerves.

Finally… She was on winter break…

A respite from the constant grind on her mind and body that was her work.

Now, she can have some small bits of Rest and Relaxation.

She had everything she needed for it.

A nice soothing sound, a warm room, blankets, and her favorite meal in her belly.

Layla yawned, the many factors she had just listed and her own overworked mind and body leading her to become more and more drowsy with each passing second.

“Hey…” Layla muttered.

“Yeah?” you quietly responded.

“Can we stay home tomorrow… just… doing this? Just, staying like this?” Layla asked.

“Of course we can, I would love nothing more than to do so.” You responded to her, placing your hand on her head and running it through her hair.

Furina watched you intently from her seat across from you at the dinner table.

Or it would be more accurate she watched you as if she was a cat and you were the most interesting thing in the world.

This is how she looked at you all day, every day.

Furina knew that she was completely infatuated with you.

And tomorrow, on the last day of the holidays, would be when she sprung her plan.

A plan involving the little black box in her dresser.

However, she needed this to be perfect, so she needed to be smooth about it.

“Hey, you want to go out to see the marriage courts with me tomorrow?” Furina asked.

In response to this, Furina berated herself by yelling “Smooth as goddamned sandpaper!!!” in her head.

You swallowed the last of your food before speaking.

“Sure, I would love to go out with you. Also, Yes, I will marry you.”

Furina lost all sense of composure at this, and began a weak attempt to cover up her plan which seemed to have been instantly figured out.

“Furina, my lovely, lovely, wife. We share a dresser, a room, and a house. Do you really think that you could hide an engagement ring box under my clothes and I wouldn’t notice?” You asked Furina, calling her wife as naturally as if you were breathing air.

This, of course, made Furina even more of a mess.

Kokomi felt antsy.

She had been forced to take a day off.

True, it was a day off with you but the lady Sangonomiya had grown accustomed to the war time workload.

Stacks of paper to the roof, couriers running into her office, reports being sent for her to read, and the writing of speeches to boost morale.

“Kokomi, relax.” you told her as you hung the decorations.

“Wha- I am relaxed!” Kokomi stated with a pout, lying through her teeth.

“Love, I can hear the gears turning in your head. You are more tense than that Kujou General right now.” you stated in response to her atrocious lie.

“I- I- *Sigh* I can’t hide anything from you can I?” Kokomi asked as she allowed her shoulders to slouch.

“No, you can not. Also, can you come here real quick?” you asked of the great priestess of Watatsumi who quickly complied.

“What is it that you require?” Kokomi asked as she walked next to you.

“Would you please look upwards?” you asked your love.

And above your heads, was a single sprig of mistletoe.

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✎ baubles & gratitude wishes. ft. diluc x gn!reader content. festive fluff! labelled gn!reader but if you find otherwise please let me know so i can adjust! tw for kisses, sickening sweet stuff with diluc (hehe) assuming that christmas lights exist in canon au... w.c. 1.2k words

notes. this man will not leave me alone ! so when i spun n got him i was like damn, he rlly isn't letting me drop him.. maybe 'm still a diluc girlie at heart <33 this is my first entry for ecrin’s christmas event! taglist - always open, send an ask! @ryuryuryuyurboat @soleillunne @rainswept

at the heart of the winery stands a manor, decorated with dark wood beams and emitting the warmest orange glow into the chill of the night through its many glass windows. it is the peak of winter in teyvat and whilst every nation has a different winter, mondstadt in particular suffers from the dropping cold temperatures and lingering frost that kisses every surface it touches. after years of living in mondstadt with your beloved husband at his late father's winery, you'd grown accustomed to the weather in mondstadt - and most especially how it changes in the blink of an eye.

you sit on one of the plush velvet couches that litter the winery's manor, all deep red in colour to match the ragnvindr family's oddly specific red theme - not that you minded it. it was one of the many things alongside the weather that you had grown accustomed to. another one of those things was your husband's quiet, stoic attitude.

"if you keep staring at the fire like that, you'll hurt your eyes, love," his deep voice resonates from behind the couch, calloused hands placing themselves upon your shoulders, "what's on your mind?"

the sentiment of his question draws a small smile to your face, shaking your head in reassurance as you look up at the redhead, his hair tied neatly back in a ponytail. he quirks a brow, not buying it but he accepts it anyway, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“have you ever decorated the manor?” you ask with a hum, watching his brows furrow in confusion - of course he has, he thinks as he take a moment to glance around the living area he’s grown so used to, “for christmas, luc.”

ah. that changes his response quite quickly. diluc scowls for a moment before shaking his head, turning his ruby gaze back to you, the one he treasures so much. diluc isn’t stupid and quite frankly, he knows where this conversation is going. a sigh escapes his parted lips before a crack of a smile graces his pale face, framed so delicately by the loose strands of red hair he hasn’t tied back.

“i’ll ask adelinde to see if my father’s decorations are still in the attic.” he sounds reluctant but he drinks in the way that your face lights up, a sparkle glittering in your eyes at the prospect of decorating the manor with the one you love and he knows he can’t deny you now - not only for your sake but his own. diluc knows very well that you have him wrapped around your finger when every time you pout or give him those sorrowful eyes, he can’t help but feel his already fragile heart break.

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there’s a few crates littering the living room floor, filled with the late crepus’ decorations. the lids are covered in dust, save for the fingerprints left by diluc’s gloved hands from when he took the crates from adelinde, scolding her for attempting to do all the heavy lifting alone.

you sit amongst them, unaware of diluc's vermillion eyes that seemed to be trained on your childish delight as you sift through endless decorations - you never had the joy of meeting crepus but from the sheer amount of his decorations diluc had shoved into the attic in an attempt to bury old memories, you could gather that he was a brilliant family man. diluc notes that the glitter in your eyes never fades for even a second and for a moment, he ponders the times when he was once this excited to see these crates. it's melancholic, cracking a smile to his stoic face.

after many minutes going over the layout of the manor's ground floor space, you decided quite boldly that the tree should sit in the entry before the front door. diluc tries to hide his amusement at how serious you're taking decorating the manor but you can see it peak through when you glance at your husband only to see a sliver of a smirk on his face.

"i didn't expect you to like christmas this much," diluc mumbles as he finishes wrapping lights around the bushy evergreen spruce tree - upon your request, - thankful for his gloves when the needles poke at him as he works meticulously, "let alone decorating…"

"life is too short to not find the joys in seemingly mediocre tasks," you grin, two golden, glittering baubles in your hands as you begin to hang them on the branches. diluc watches, noticing that the heavier - and much larger - baubles are placed on the lower branches. after his observation, he copies, "besides, it's much more fun to see the tree whenever you come home and realise that your house is your home, your four walls and warmth."

diluc wants to cluck his tongue, sending a glance in your direction as the warm christmas lights decorating the tree illuminate your face but he can't bring himself to vocally retort his thoughts. you are his four walls, his home and hearth; the warmth he craves after long days of paperwork and tedious tasks or cold nights being mondstadt's mysterious unidentified hero. you are the one he comes home to and realises these things. he makes a soft noise in response to your words, continuing to hang baubles and the like on bushy branches.

he'll occasionally glance back at you. he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, radiating this exciting energy that glows with the tree as it comes to life. diluc takes these moments to gaze over you and drink in every last detail as if you'll disappear from his grasp after you both return to your shared chambers later that night, sliding into silk sheets and pressing your bodies together for warmth in the chill of mondstadt's winter nights. he drinks it all in as if he'll never see the shape of your nose again or the twinkle of your eyes. he traces the outline of your lips and counts any freckles you may have.

you're not silly, you caught diluc staring ages ago but now there's a glitter in his own ruby eyes that matches yours. two matching flames that keep each other ablaze. the next time you catch him staring, you're quick to shuffle closer to him, pressing against his chest as you rest your head on his broad shoulders. diluc tenses as he always does, his busy hands hanging the decorations they'd been holding before his arms wrap around you tightly. he presses his lips to your hair, nestling his nose in the familiar scent of the shampoo you always specifically request when adelinde goes shopping for necessities.

"merry christmas, luc." you mumble into the fur trim of his coat, your eyelashes fluttering shut in content when you bask in the scent of smouldering ashes from his pyro vision, the wine that he despises to drink and rain. he's your home.

"merry christmas, love." diluc responds softly after a few moments of silence, his eyes raising to admire the handy work of you both as he takes in the tinsel decorating shelves, placed neatly above the fireplace hearth and the lively golden tree at the centre of it all. it has been far too long since he's seen his manor decorated in such ways, he thinks with an ounce of a smile at the nostalgia you've ignited in his heart. you're his home too.

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