#Wooden framed art print

[thebutterflyboy]

Bought a print to put in this lovely wooden frame, that I have had empty for years.

[fashionbehold-us]

Enhance your home decor with personalized quote wall art. Our canvas prints has wooden frame offer a unique look to any room. Create a custom wall print that reflects your style and personality. Shop now for exquisite wall art! https://fashionbehold.com/products/personalized-quote-wooden-canvas-print

[gustedesign]

Barely Controllable

[medo57]

Framed Blossoms of the Cosmos,Posters with Wooden Frame,

"Immerse yourself in a surreal fusion of nature and the cosmos with this breathtaking poster. Featuring a cascade of vibrant flowers ascending into a starlit sky, this artwork evokes wonder and serenity. Framed in a high-quality wooden border, it brings warmth and sophistication to any space, making it the perfect centerpiece for your wall decor collection."

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[nounoustouzy]

Watercolor Bloom of Spring - Posters with Wooden Frame

Bring your artwork to life on these posters made from high-quality photo paper (250gsm). These posters come with a pine wood frame for a natural look and come with a protective acrylic glass cover for long-lasting home decor. Their natural wood frame is available in black and white and you can choose between a satin or matte finish for your paper. Available in three sizes, and vertical orientations to best suit your art. Sawtooth hanging hardware included (except for the 11.7" x 8.3" size which has a small metal hole on the back instead).

- High-quality 250gsm photo paper in a satin or matte finish

- Pine wood frame with a protective acrylic glass cover

- Natural wood, black and white frame color options

- Three sizes

  8.3" x 11.7"

  11.7" x16.5"

  20" x 28"

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[ziadartoo]

Artistic Wooden Framed Poster - Abstract Tree Ring Design

wooden frame. These eye-catching pieces add a vibrant touch to any room, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Ideal for home decor enthusiasts, art lovers, or anyone looking to elevate their living space. Perfect for personal use or as thoughtful gifts for housewarming parties, birthdays, or holidays like Christmas and New Year. Each poster is designed to not only showcase striking colors and designs but also to blend seamlessly with a variety of interior styles, making it a versatile addition to your home.

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[mohmedsamy]

Sunset Lake - Posters with Wooden Frame

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Product price $29.01

Made to bring custom style into any home, these personalized posters are a great tool to enhance your surroundings. Featuring a hand-crafted wooden frame, these print-on-demand posters accommodate your designs are printed with top-tier Mimaki UV inks, and come ready for hanging right out of the box.

.: Materials: 200 gsm semi-gloss coated paper, clear Perspex insert cover .: 18 sizes to choose from .: Horizontal, vertical and square options available .: Hand-crafted wooden frame .: Ready for hanging .: Made in UK from globally sourced parts

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Wooden Frame

[azzalaart]

Blackened Sparkling floral art Clock

Featuring a design of sparkling flowers intertwined with geometric circles and a mandala motif. This 10" Round Wall Clock with a black wooden frame is a unique and high-quality addition to your home décor.

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[thepanvelite]

Transform Your Home Decor with Classic, Metal and Gilded Frames

Picture frames: diverse options elevate interior design and personal style.

Welcome to the world of interior design, where every detail counts and the right picture frame can transform a room from ordinary to extraordinary. Picture frames are more than just borders for your photos; they’re a reflection of your style, a complement to your decor, and a statement piece that can tie a room together. Let’s dive into the diverse world of picture frames and discover how they…

[indgem]

Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Wooden Ashoka Pillar Replica - Indian Heritage Décor

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[hebaelansary]

Golden Dreams Under the Stars Poster with Wooden Frame

Transform your space with the captivating beauty of the "Golden Dreams Under the Stars" poster. This enchanting artwork features a graceful woman standing beneath a glowing full moon, surrounded by a celestial expanse of shimmering stars. Encased in a sleek, handcrafted wooden frame, this piece brings timeless elegance and a touch of magic to any room.

Whether you’re a dreamer, a stargazer, or simply someone who appreciates breathtaking art, this poster is the perfect addition to your decor. Its golden tones and celestial theme evoke feelings of serenity, wonder, and inspiration, making it an eye-catching focal point in any setting.

Why Choose "Golden Dreams Under the Stars"?

Premium Design: Professionally printed on high-quality paper and framed with a durable wooden border for a polished, elegant finish.

Ethereal Aesthetic: A stunning depiction of celestial beauty, perfect for creating a dreamy and serene atmosphere.

Versatile Appeal: Blends effortlessly into modern, bohemian, or classic interior styles.

Perfect for:

Enhancing your living room, bedroom, or office with celestial charm.

Gifting to moon lovers, dreamers, and art enthusiasts.

Adding a unique, meaningful touch to your art collection.

Features:

High-resolution artwork that highlights intricate details and vibrant colors.

A sturdy wooden frame with a smooth finish, ensuring durability and sophistication.

Ready to hang, making it effortless to elevate your space.

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Don’t wait to own this exquisite piece of art. Bring the magic of the night sky into your home and let "Golden Dreams Under the Stars" inspire your everyday life.

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[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Welcome Home, Kento!

♡ featuring: nanami kento x reader

♡ synopsis: nanami can't wait to return home to his wife and kids. little does he know, there's a lot of love waiting for him behind the door.

♡ wc: 2.4k+

♡ tags: nobara and yuji are your children, fanon, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, salaryman AU

notes: took a break on the capitano fanfic im working on cause domestic kento got me acting unwell i miss him and need him so bad. canon break but idc nobara and yuji are his kids and no one can tell me otherwise. art by getoad on ig! comments and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

Nanami Kento’s work seemingly never ended.  

Caught between meetings and printer jams, the small talk he endured with simple one-word answers, and the folders piling on his cold metal desk in a cramped cubicle, he was exhausted. Air conditioners blew frigid in the office, making small accidents unbearable. 

The only warmth he experienced throughout his shifts was the art exhibit on the back wall and a wooden frame, sitting not too far from his grasp. Next to the bulky outdated computer was a picture frame of you, sweating radiance despite the fluorescent wall lights, hair disheveled with tired eyes in your hospital gown. You’re holding a newborn Yuji, chubby with a soft hint of pink fuzz on his head. A one-year-old Nobara chose to nestle next to you through the blood and amniotic fluid sticking to your hands. Somehow smiling—blearily, but still smiling so hard your eyes practically close. 

The scene was not pretty; it burned into his memory, committing to the wrinkles in his brain so that he’d never forget your screams and undying strength. Even the grip on his hand, imprinting the wedding band into his skin when you forced a final push. He never averted his gaze, stroking your wet hair and kissing your throbbing temple; if he could alleviate some of your struggle for a moment, share in your pain for a second, he’d do it ten times over. You’re the mother of his children, after all, his wife and soulmate. 

He met you at a small bakery on the corner of a forgotten street after a double shift. Back turning in knots, cranky as ever with permanently furrowed brows. And when he’d order his favorite pastry—a chocolate eclair—only for it to disappear in the hands of another customer, he was downright irritated. Turning to the offender, the kinks in his muscles suddenly melted at the sight of your apologetic smile. Your apology dissipated in his ears, not managing to reach his cognition as he studied your stunning glow in the dim yellow lighting of that cafe.  

Before you could finish your offer to buy him double, his mouth moved ahead of his mind; “Would you like to sit together?” 

That was forever ago, though. Prior to him falling in love, to your laugh breathing life and color into him once again. To you becoming the soul reason he clocked in every day at a dead-end job he settled for. He was putty in the palm of your hand, but could you blame him? You were his salvation from the bitter, grey world he walked alone for years, and now even the sun felt warmer with you around. 

So, when days become thoroughly tedious such as this one, his eyes tend to wander. Once, twice to his watch, then to the countless drawings from Yuji and Nobara stuck to the cubicle. Yuji and Nobara were two sides of the same coin, regardless of the weekly sibling rivalry where he had to stop them from tearing each other’s hair out. Nanami wasn’t a man who chose sides which usually resulted in him taking both drawings from their art competitions, to the dismay of the sore winners. 

The old Nanami Kento would’ve hunched over the desk, mindlessly typing away past his shift ending, until his buzzing lamp was the sole light left in the office. Currently, he was dying to go home, nearly dreaming of seeing your faces, your “welcome home” as he opened the door. His printed tie is lax around his neck, shirt unbuttoned a little too low with an ankle crossed over the other knee, like nothing matters besides holding you at the end of the day. The digital clock rings, breaking him out of a trance and knocking the pen he’d been fumbling with out of his hands. 

Immediately he starts shoving papers in his briefcase, some crumpling and folding at the edges. He throws his suit jacket on, clocks out with the same vigor and heads for the door. 

“Nanami, wait a second!” his boss hollers from his office. He steps out, and Nanami barely spares him a glance.  

“We’re short-staffed right now, I’ll need you to stay behind-” 

“No.” 

His boss stands dumbfounded, and it takes a few business days for him to register that his demand was denied. He brushes his balding combover and clears his throat, “Excuse me?”   

“I’m going home to my wife.” 

“This isn’t up for discussion-” Suddenly, Nanami shoots a glare that stops him dead in his tracks. His legs are glued to the floor, like the senses of prey in proximity to a vulture. He appears to be his standard nonchalance, but with the way his jaw clenched, and his eyes bore through him, perhaps retracting his words was the best decision for his safety. 

“U-understood. Have a good weekend.” 

The city streets are serene following sundown, a calm breeze picking up rustling leaves that began to fall. He checks his watch again; just in time for dinner. He hurries up the townhouse steps of the brick building and clicks his key into the mahogany door. 

“Ahhh!” 

“Yuji, come here!” 

“Wahhh, black flash!” 

All the lights in the living room and kitchen are on, and blankets are thrown haphazardly around the floor. The television plays an obnoxiously loud cartoon, but it’s evident none of them are watching it based on the army of colorful toys piled on the couch, and a suspicious stuffed wolf plush sitting on the stairs with its head lopsided. An odd lone cookie lays half-eaten on the floor, and the kitchen counters are strewn with crumby flour and sticky batter. The faint aroma of something sweet lingers in the entryway. 

The best part is you, his wife, chasing after Yuji and Nobara in his dirty button up teal shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You’re all dripping in water, trailing sodden footprints around the house. Nobara comes around the kitchen island in a bath robe and towel headband, bunny ears bobbing as she drags a leash toy behind her popping plastic balls of rainbow pigments.  

Yuji, on the other hand, is completely naked minus a comical formation of bubbles around his lower half. He’s chasing her with a toy car foaming with soap and it soars in the air as he laughs and chants sound effects, “bam, black flash!”, pretending to launch it at her. The lot of you are circling the kitchen island, chaotic laughing and shrieking as Nobara’s toy bangs into the stools and cabinets. Just then, a wind-up robot taps Nanami’s foot and falls over. 

“Yuji stop chasing her!”  

“Ahhh!” 

“RAHH!” 

He’s never felt more at home in his life. 

He drops his briefcase, shrugs off his jacket and shoes and joins in. Yuji may be able to evade your grasp, but Nanami was an entirely different beast. You finally manage to intercept Nobara and scoop her in your arms, shaggy robe eclipsing her small cherubic pout. Nanami rushes around the corner and snatches Yuji upside-down, tiny damp feet pressed at his chin with his arms dangling in the air. Amid the chaos you hadn't noticed him, but when your kind eyes meet, a bright smile warms his cheeks, like the first time you met—he's smitten all over again.  

“Daddy!” Nobara screams. 

Yuji squeals and struggles wildly in Nanami’s hold. “I win” he declares. 

“Noo you don’t, not fair!” He tries to escape but Nanami has an iron grip, and you place Nobara on the counter while you get Yuji. He passes him off to you, “Sorry, you’re covered in water now.” He tilts your chin and plants a chaste kiss, skimmed traces of yearning. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve been missing you all day.” 

“Really?” He hates when you ask that, because truthfully, he misses you incessantly. It borders on obsession. The second you leave his sight, he’s wondering when you’ll return, if he could go with you, should it be a family outing, should he follow you? He’ll stir in the thoughts that totally encompass you; you, you, you, until you come back to him. 

“Of course, my love.” Yuji grumbles an annoyed noise and tucks his head in your neck. “Trouble in paradise?” he adds, a tinge of sarcasm. You giggle, brushing the drenched strand of hair from your face, “Yuji really fought the bath today.” 

“Black flash!” he yells, firing his baby fist in the air. Nanami makes a feigned noise of pain to throw his head back and clutch his heart. “C’mon now, let’s finish up” you tell him. As you’re dragging him down the hallway to the bathroom, his defiant wails fade to silence. 

Nanami cleans up the disarray with Nobara’s help. She throws the toys in the toybox, a proud look on her face while Nanami stacks the blankets in a lump on the couch and sweeps the crumbs from the floor. He felt a bit guilty putting a damper on the fun, but winding down the kids for bedtime was most important, and Nobara would gladly change into her dinosaur pajamas if that meant she could spend some time with dad.  

Yuji arrives as a tired, messy-haired but less stinky version of himself, wearing an alien onesie. You’d clearly won the great bath war. 

But a growing scent floods the kitchen, mild smoke emitting from the stove skillet. 

The skillet? 

Shit. 

“Ohh, no no no”, you run to grab a spatula and remove the skillet from the burner. The pancake facing you seems unharmed, perfect even with a nice fluffy texture. You fan the smoke away with a kitchen towel and Nanami approaches you. He looms over the pan, “Pancakes?” 

“Yeah, Yuji wanted pancakes and Nobara wanted chicken nuggets. So, we did both” you say, scraping the underside of it. The crackling of something crispy doesn’t do much to ease your doubts. “Looks good to me-” 

You flip the pancake, and it’s fully burnt.  

Solid black with a thin trail of smoke billowing. You both stare at it in silence. Then you look at each other, and Nanami bursts out laughing. Tears collect at his eyes, and he’s doubled over with his head on your shoulder, a hand around your waist. You sigh in defeat, “Does it still look good to you?” 

“I’ll eat it if it makes you happy.” 

“I’m not trying to kill my husband.” He hums and kisses your cheek. “I’m sorry, I tried to have dinner ready for when you got home. Lost track of time.” 

The last thing he’d want is for you to feel bad about such trivial matters. He hugs you from behind, whispering in your ear, “Don’t worry, it’s enough. Everything you do is enough.” Yuji abruptly hits his leg, and he peers down. “I wanna hug mommy too!” 

“Get in line. She’s my mommy right now” he teases. You giggle when Yuji tries to wedge between your bodies, and Nanami holds his head back like a bull charging at a fence. 

When they’re done eating their chicken nuggets, and he convinces Yuji that celery tastes better than pancakes, you snuggle up for the night. Weekends lasted later into the night, but regardless they had to stay on schedule. It was his favorite part of the week, where you dimmed the lights, he lit the fireplace and crowded on the floor of a striped blanket fort in the middle of the living room. Yuji rested his head on a pillow with his favorite wolf plush while Nobara laid on your stomach. 

“In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf” you start, holding the book with one hand. Nanami always opts to sit outside of the fort. One, because he’s too tall for it. And two, he likes to see your face reading peacefully in the rare tranquility of a hissing fireplace. You were so gentle and nurturing that at times he found it hard to pull himself away from your face, sinking in pure adoration. 

“One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and”, you wind up your hand and tickle Nobara. “Pop! —out of the egg came a tiny and very. Hungry. Caterpillar.” You tap her nose in line with the words.  

Nanami understood why the kids enjoyed your story time over his monotone one. He couldn’t get past the first page before Yuji started to complain and Nobara began to space out. “He started to look for some food” you dance your fingers down her spine like a caterpillar would, and she faintly smiles. 

Yuji normally falls asleep first, snoring like a grown man as he drools into the pillow. Then Nobara will drift quietly, to the point where you barely realize she’s dreaming. Then you, fighting sleep as you gaze up at Nanami, forcing yourself to make conversation in a half-groggy state. Your hair is jumbled and the shirt you stole from the hamper bunches at your waist. Here, he feels fulfilled. Irrevocably whole. 

“How was your day, sweetheart?” you drawl. His heart flutters at the pet name, caressing your face with his thumb. “The usual” he replies, just as soft and tender, “it felt longer today.” 

“Mm? Why?” He picks up on a croak in your voice, a sign you’ll be sleeping soon. “I couldn’t wait to come home.” 

A pleased noise rumbles at the back of your throat. “Let’s go to the beach. It’ll get too cold soon.” 

“Tomorrow?” 

“Mhm”, you run your hand over his, leaning into his touch, “maybe we could invite Gojo and his kids.” 

“Hell no, that guy’s a nutcase.” You laugh, hushed and weak. He kisses your forehead. “Goodnight, my love.”  

“No, I’m not sleeping yet” you groan in spite of closing your eyes. “Then what are you doing, right now?” 

“Mm. Just resting them.”  

He smirks, aware of what happens right after that. He kisses your nose, then your velvety lips. He can’t shake the fact that he’d found someone like you, someone who’d love him unconditionally, accept his flaws and dry humor and stand by his side under any circumstances. It almost felt undeserved, like that bakery incident should’ve earned him a slap to the face instead of your sweet nature, swelling his heart and pulling him deeper. His only treasures, laid in front of him in a cozy cuddle pile.  

Before he could get up to turn the lights off, a soothing utterance of your voice, words he’d been waiting for since he opened the door. 

“Welcome home, Kento.” 

© mooishbeam - please don't steal, copy, or post my work to other platforms :)

[gustedesign]

"Inside The Mind" is a limited edition art print of 20, featuring a graffiti-inspired piece of a girl's face surrounded by letters, words, and passionate lines expressing her thoughts.

[medo57]

Lunar Shoreline Serenity,Posters with Wooden Frame,

"Immerse yourself in the beauty of a serene coastal evening with the 'Dreamy Coastal Escape' poster. This stunning artwork captures a tranquil beach illuminated by the soft glow of the moon and pastel hues of twilight. Gentle waves kiss the shoreline, while lush, colorful vegetation adds a whimsical touch to the scene. Encased in a premium wooden frame, this poster transforms any space into a peaceful retreat. Perfect for bedrooms, living rooms, or offices, this framed piece offers an elegant way to bring nature's tranquility into your decor."

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[nounoustouzy]

19th Century London Watercolours - Posters with Wooden Frame

Bring your artwork to life on these posters made from high-quality photo paper (250gsm). These posters come with a pine wood frame for a natural look and come with a protective acrylic glass cover for long-lasting home decor. Their natural wood frame is available in black and white and you can choose between a satin or matte finish for your paper. Available in three sizes, and vertical orientations to best suit your art. Sawtooth hanging hardware included (except for the 11.7" x 8.3" size which has a small metal hole on the back instead).

- High-quality 250gsm photo paper in a satin or matte finish

- Pine wood frame with a protective acrylic glass cover

- Natural wood, black and white frame color options

- Three sizes

  8.3" x 11.7"

  11.7" x16.5"

  20" x 28"

DISCOVER MORE DESIGNS HERE

[southern-gothic-comic]

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Panel 1: They arrive at a small, quaint town nestled at the foot of the mountains.

Panel 2: In the woods they come upon an abandoned wooden cabin. The encroaching trees have almost surrounded it and the roof is partially collapsed under one of them. It's not promising, the door is loose on one hinge and the windows are broken. Imogen, looking a little sunburned, sits wearily on the porch while Laudna looks in the window.

Imogen: Looks like an ol' huntin' cabin or something. Might not be a bad place to spend the night. Or a few days, even. Kinda over the whole campin' experience, if I'm bein' honest.

Laudna: We need somewhere to rest for a while. You were so recently ill, you shouldn't be climbing mountains. It could use a bit of work, but the walls seem sound enough. Let's look inside, shall we?

Panel 3: The inside is not any more promising, except to Laudna. Leaves are strewn about through the hole in the roof and there’s not much furniture apart from the bare frames of two bunkbeds and a wooden crate.

Laudna: Yes, I think we could fix this up nicely! It could be quite cozy in here for the winter! What do you think?

Imogen: Oh, the whole winter? Well . . . it is nice ‘n’ quiet out here.

Panel 4: Laudna begins rearranging what furniture there is.

Laudna: I saw horses in the town. You could find work in a stable, and I could mend things.

Imogen: Yeah . . . That sounds real nice.

Laudna: There's even a library! Maybe we'll find the information you're looking for.

Imogen: Well, I'd say that's a long shot, but we can try.

Panel 5: Laudna throws her arms around Imogen, crushing her against herself in a hug. Imogen gives a squished smile.

Laudna: Oh, I'm so excited! Our first home together.