[néktar]

Username + ID: néktar + 217991
Name: yua
What's their trinket?:


antique spoons, the smaller the better!

[ford]

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[augestines]

Username + ID: augestines + 732485
Name: lunelle
What's their trinket?: tiny bells!
each chiming with its own gentle magic. When strung together or placed in a box, they sound like fairy laughter caught in silver. soft and fleeting, as if the air itself is telling a story only you can hear.

[Nanorat]

Username + ID: Nanorat #41722
Name: Mila
What's their trinket?: Mila is renowned among the hotel owners for being a notorious soap snatcher, because she collects Mini Soap Bars from all over the places she's ever travelled to! Its a passion bordering obsession for her, so much that she stays in each hotel for 1 day only, even if she's staying in the city for weeks, and after a successful soap snatch she moves on to the next "hunting ground" hotel. She just cant help loving those tiny tiny bars of soap. They're so cute!! And come in so many shapes too, they're different in each hotel and all the variety just turns the "gotta catch them all" mode for Mila.


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[honee bee]

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[Teleo]

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[calimaricutlery]

Username + ID: calimaricutlery + 1097472
Name: Aure
What's their trinket?: wind chimes! on sunny and breezy days they love to watch the light reflect through the glass and the chimes sound off of each other, they love to find ones where the glass has pretty patterns or the chimes are engraved, and their favourite is a mosaic one that reflects through lots of colours!image credit

[catyclaws]

mark! so cute.

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mark!!

[Rabbit]

Username + ID: Rabbit + 623629
Name: Sotio
What's their trinket?:

"Maybe it's interesting to some, and maybe a little odd to others. I know that. Some people say it's a waste of money or that I should spend my time collecting something more useful. But I like it-- I think that's enough.

I collect keys.

Not the kind you use for your car or your front door, but the old ones. The kind that probably haven’t opened anything in a hundred years. Some are tall and thin, with fancy little loops at the top like a crown or a clover. Others are short and stubby with rust around the edges, like they’ve been through something important. They’re all metal, and they always feel heavier than you think they will when you pick one up -- sometimes not physically, but emotionally.

I find them at antique stores or flea markets in whatever town I end up in. Sometimes I trade for them, if someone has one and doesn’t mind letting it go. A few, very few, I find left behind—abandoned on the street or on the floor. I never take anything that still looks like it belongs to someone. That’s important to me. These keys are abandoned, forgotten. They don't have a home anymore, so I give them one.

I keep them in a box until I have enough to make something out of them. I like turning them into windchimes. It’s not fancy—I just use string or wire, sometimes little bits of chain, and tie them together at different lengths. I hang them on a wooden ring and put them outside my window, on the little porch. I wonder what they would say to each other as they clink and clash, spilling secrets of their life, or talking about their use.

I think that’s what I like most -- not knowing what they were for, but still being able to imagine it. What kind of door did this one open? Was it for a jewelry box, a library, a dusty old attic? Maybe a gate in the middle of nowhere. Or a music box. Or a drawer someone hid letters in. I’ll never know, and that’s okay; I like guessing.

Some people collect stamps or coins or postcards. I collect keys. And when the wind blows through my porch and I hear them singing, it feels like the whole world is reminding me to pause and breathe for a moment -- to stop and enjoy the little things we have when the times get tough. That thought makes me happy.

And honestly? That’s reason enough for me."

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