#and brown floors. roman shades

[levi-seijuro]

Family Room Enclosed Santa Barbara Example of a large, enclosed family room in the beach style with a brown floor and cork flooring, blue walls, no fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.

[what-should-we-call-1d]

Enclosed Family Room in Orange County Example of a large mountain style enclosed light wood floor and brown floor family room design with gray walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and a tv stand

[eluascinnamon]

Enclosed New York Mid-sized mountain style enclosed family room design example with beige walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace, and no television.

[birdcageromance]

Contemporary Bedroom - Bedroom Example of a large trendy master porcelain tile and gray floor bedroom design with white walls

[shslsyoko]

Transitional Home Office

[richtigezahnpflege]

Dining Room in Boston

[ravasz]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         tom glynn-carney,  29,  demi man,  he/they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  MARTYN  of  house  STARK,  the  LORD  of  WINTERFELL.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  COURAGEOUS  and  STUBBORN  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  archery and poetry.  if we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of the muffled sounds of laughter behind closed doors, the feeling of being watched, talking too loud and too fast, frost bitten autumn leaves, hurried steps on marble floors.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE STARK.

basic information.

official  name:  martyn stark.  noble  title:  lord of winterfell.  date  of  birth: august 18th  age:  29.  birthplace:  winterfell, westeros.  home:  winterfell, westeros.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  demi man.  pronouns:  he/they.  orientation:  pansexual panromantic.  monikers:  the winter sun.  languages:  common.  accent:  northern.

physical information.

faceclaim:  tom glynn-carney.  ethnicity:  the first men.  hair:  brown.  eyes:  brown.  height:  five foot seven inches.  build:  lean with a hint of definition in his biceps.  scent:  sandalwood, cherry and vanilla.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  pollen. neurological conditions: hand tremors as a result of the lake incident.  scars:  one over their right eyebrow after a childhood accident, a couple over their arms and legs from when they broke some bones falling off their horse.  distinguishing  features:  glint of mischief in their eyes, constantly searching for an opportunity to annoy someone, a distinct smirk on their face whenever they’re getting yelled at.  clothing  style:  the usual northern aesthetic with softer shades of blue and grey, though Martyn does prefer to venture outside of the box sometimes, wearing more elaborate embroidery, with long tunics that go just under their knees and almost serving as a skirt, belts fastened around their waist for a more feminine silhouette.

personality.

positive traits: bold, observant, intelligent

negative traits: selfish, stubborn, manipulative

label:   the jester.   mbti:   estp.   enneagram:   the enthusiast.   element:   fire.   star   sign:   leo.   temperament:   sanguine.   moral alignment:   chaotic good.   character   inspirations:   roman roy (succession), dandelion (witcher), oberyn martell (got) deadly   sin:   lust.   heavenly   virtue:   prudence.   godly   parent(s):   apollo, loki. developmental disabilities: ADHD.

drives.

hobbies:  poetry, singing, drawing.  religion:  the old gods.  alliance:  house stark, the north.  personal goals:  tbd.  would they choose family or power?  family.

familial ties.

parent one:  ruling lord jon stark, deceased. parent two:  dowager  lady  leona  stark  neé  karstark. spouse:  n/a.  sibling one:  ruling lord theon stark. sibling two: liege lysen stark, deceased.  sibling three: lady arya stark.  sister-in-law: ruling lady shirei stark neé manderly. niece: lyanna stark, four. nephew: benjen stark, two

direwolf.

name: dusk. fur color: copper with some grey and white. eye color: amber

Much like his owner, Dusk is never in his expected place, running off as soon as he loses interest in any situation whatsoever. Martyn had never expected him to be anything different, their bond only strengthening each time they find their way back to each other again. Many a times has Dusk helped the young lord play pranks on others, and even though Martyn knows well that a direwolf is the farthest from a toy, they both seem to find amusement in their games together. He is loyal, intelligent, and though he might not be the strongest out of the other direwolves, he finds a way around any obstacle without any help needed.

history.

trigger warning: cold water/ice exposure, hypothermia, parental death 

As second son to the ruling lord of Winterfell, Martyn had been brought up just like any other member of the noble house of Stark, if not with less focus on duty and accomplishments. And what else was a lordling to do other than relish in the lack of responsibilities and enjoy their complete influence? They acted out, played tricks on staff, ran away, no amount of activities could calm their mind. One cold morning, at no more than ten years of age Martyn had sneaked out, finding the crisp air after a snowstorm filling his lungs soothing, the silence grounding. Their memories of the next moments are still obscure after almost two decades, only filled in by their family and guards once they woke up in their bed. (TW starts here:) They didn't realize they were standing in the middle of a frozen lake, covered by snow. They could still feel the sensation of their stomach dropping as the ground shattered beneath them. They'd never felt that cold before in their life. They're not sure they will ever feel the true warmth of their childhood again. (TW ends here.)

Coming into their adult age, they had found solace in drawing and painting, getting into trouble for having chalk or dry paint on their hands at dinners, and disappearing for hours on end to spend time sketching the architecture of the castle, or the woods.

Much to their advisors' exasperation, it turned out that Martyn was far too good at charming guests, especially when they came to the North for diplomatic reasons and thus, the lordling had been tasked to attend every dinner to lighten the mood and soften whatever blow the ruling lord had prepared. It wasn't much of an assignment, however it had just enough responsibility for Martyn to not feel so left out of things, and to not feel the crushing weight of duty at the same time.

The death of their father came suddenly and without any warning, and in the ascension of his brother Martyn helped as much as he could, trying to keep himself busy in order to not be left alone with his own thoughts as the mere idea of that made him feel like he would crumble from grief. He still hadn't processed his father's death yet, even after a year. He doesn't talk about him, only when he's drunk on wine enough to forget about the conversation the next day.

The death of their sibling Lysen broke something in him that he didn't even know he had--

tba.

headcanons.

They are known to seduce as many people into their bed as they can. They had been the reason for the departure of many a staff and guard, not because of a souring relationship, but mostly because they were found out.

Voice of an angel, can play the lute quite well.

They're not the best at close combat. That said, their fighting style focuses on agility rather than strength, with double short swords and daggers. Their proficiency would be in archery. Their talents in warfare lie more in strategy.

Their body temperature is very cold, they gotta be warmed up by hugs i fear...

Speaking of, after the accident they were bedbound for a couple of weeks, and their direwolf Dusk, known for running away a lot, has instead stayed by his bedside the whole time, curling up around him and giving him some of his warmth.

They are terrified of open water and swimming. They always ask for their baths to be scorching hot, and they need help from staff to do something as minuscule as washing their hair. They don't talk about this, or the accident in the lake, but there definitely are rumors going around about it.

The only things that don't make them instantly petrified as soon as they touch water are the hot springs in the godswood of winterfell which, whenever he's home, he visits frequently.

The idea of an independent north intrigues him very much. Above all, family is everything to him. And he does think that a free north would be best for his family. However he strives for a clean break from the south, with the least bit of bloodshed. Some might call him naive for the idea, but he thinks it might be possible, with the right compromise.

Has been to the Wall before when his father threatened to send him to join the Night's Watch so that he'll learn how to behave properly. Has been beyond the Wall as well, but only for about an hour or so.

They have a sweet tooth. Always seen munching on cakes and tarts and whatnot.

His swords are named: Frostfang and Ember

tba.

[thehues-home]

Custom Draperies for Diverse Room Styles: Matching Aesthetics with Function

Custom draperies are an integral part of home design, offering the perfect blend of style and functionality tailored to each room’s unique character. Whether you’re aiming for a contemporary look in a modern living area, a cozy atmosphere in a rustic bedroom, or a sophisticated ambiance in a formal dining room, custom drapes can enhance the overall aesthetic while fulfilling specific practical needs. Here’s how to match custom draperies to various room styles effectively.

Modern Living Rooms: Sleek and Functional

In a modern living room, where simplicity and clean lines reign supreme, custom draperies should complement the space without overwhelming it. Opt for minimalistic designs that blend seamlessly with the room’s contemporary vibe. Fabrics like linen, cotton blends, or even sheer materials offer a crisp look while allowing for ample natural light. Floor-to-ceiling drapes can accentuate high ceilings and create an illusion of greater space. Choose neutral colors or subtle patterns that enhance the modern aesthetic without drawing too much attention. Incorporating features such as hidden curtain tracks or grommet rings can add to the sleek, uncluttered look.

Rustic Bedrooms: Cozy and Inviting

For rustic bedrooms, custom blackout curtains should enhance the room’s warm, earthy feel while providing necessary privacy and comfort. Fabrics with a natural texture, such as burlap, linen, or heavy cotton, can complement wooden furniture and stone accents. Consider using drapes with a soft, cozy feel that invites relaxation and restfulness. Rich, warm colors like deep browns, muted greens, or rust can accentuate the rustic charm. To enhance the overall ambiance, opt for curtain styles that incorporate elements like fringed edges or embroidered patterns, which can add a touch of artisanal craftsmanship.

Formal Dining Rooms: Elegant and Refined

In a formal dining room, custom curtains should reflect the elegance and sophistication of the space. Luxurious fabrics such as silk, velvet, or brocade can add a touch of opulence to the room. Choose drapes with intricate patterns or rich colors that complement the dining table and chairs. To create a refined atmosphere, consider features like ornate tiebacks or tassels. The length of the drapes can also play a significant role; puddled curtains on the floor add a sense of grandeur and formality. Ensure that the drapes are lined properly to maintain a polished look and to provide additional insulation and privacy.

Coastal Living Areas: Light and Breezy

In coastal living areas, where the emphasis is on creating a light, airy environment, custom draperies should reflect the relaxed and breezy nature of the space. Fabrics like sheer linen, light cotton, or chambray can enhance the sense of openness and tranquility. Opt for light, pastel colors or soft, beach-inspired patterns that evoke a serene atmosphere. Consider using drapes with a casual, relaxed style, such as simple panels or roman shades, which can be easily adjusted to manage the bright natural light. Adding subtle nautical elements or woven textures can further enhance the coastal vibe.

Home Offices: Functional and Professional

In a home office, custom draperies need to balance functionality with a professional appearance. Opt for custom drapes that offer good light control to minimize glare on computer screens and maintain focus. Fabrics with room-darkening or blackout features can be particularly useful. Choose neutral or subdued colors that promote concentration and do not distract from work tasks. A clean, tailored design with minimal embellishments will contribute to a professional and organized look. For added convenience, consider installing drapery systems that allow for easy adjustment, such as motorized or cordless options.

Conclusion

Custom draperies are more than just window coverings; they are a key component in creating a cohesive and functional design scheme for any room. By selecting fabrics, styles, and features that align with each room’s specific aesthetic and practical needs, you can achieve a harmonious balance between style and function. Whether enhancing the sleek lines of a modern living room, the cozy charm of a rustic bedroom, or the refined elegance of a formal dining room, custom drapes can elevate your home’s ambiance and functionality to new heights.

[homehacksideas]

A deluxe closed walk in closet design basking in natural light that streams in through the wooden framed windows covered in brown roman shade. This walk-in closet offers dark wood cabinets with high gloss drawers and doors blending in with the beige carpet flooring. Source: Easy Closets #walkinclosetideas #walkinclosetdesigns

[chloehazeljane]

“Bella” by Chloe HazelJane

Original Post On: chloehazeljane.com

Katherine poked her head through the space beneath the porch, her dark curls falling from their pins and brushing the dirt. She had never seen anything like the small creature that had darted past her and under the manor house, and she wasn’t one to leave a stone left unturned.

Bridget would have screamed if she had seen the small girl lower herself to the ground, her stomach down as she stared into the darkness. “That dress is brand new silk! All the way from Paris!” she would complain. “Young ladies are not meant to be dirty.”

As if Katherine would mind. Her father would only chuckle and tell the nursemaid to calm herself. They could buy Katherine new dresses. What they could not buy was her childhood. “Allow her to play as she pleases,” Benedict would say in his fading English accent, beaming at his daughter. “She will only be this young once. If we didn’t want our silks to be dirtied, we would not dress children in them.”

“Don’t worry,” she murmured in careful Italian. She could see the creature, its eyes glowing as it stared at her from beneath the porch. “I will not hurt you. Promise.” She stretched out a hand. “And Papa says Lockharts don’t break promises.”

The creature stirred and began to inch forward. Katherine gave it a soft smile, beckoning it encouragingly toward her. She had never seen anything like it. Small, with a long spindling tail, a pink button nose, bulging green eyes, and matted fur that must have been several shades of orange but looked closer to brown now. Its ears were triangular, one of them torn at the edge. She figured the tear must have hurt. It looked fresh.

The creature gave a soft purr as it slunk into Katherine’s hand, and she swept it up, holding it close to her chest. It was filthy, covered from the top of its head to the pads of its paws in matted dirt, and its body was tense, even as Katherine held it with care. Straightened, she made her way inside.

Lockhart Manor was a large house in the Roman countryside, the inside decorated with deep shades of greens, reds, blues, and yellows amongst mahogany furniture and balanced by the sunlight that seeped in through an abundance of windows. Katherine pushed the front door shut behind her, and it clicked. She held the creature closer. She would hide it in her bedroom. If it stayed under the bed, Bridget and the maids would never notice.

“Where on earth did you find that?�� Katherine whirled around at the sound of Bridget’s voice, her face hot. Bridget stood at the foot of the twisted steps to the second floor, her nose wrinkled in disgust. She held out her hands and rushed forward. “That thing does not belong in the house. Give it to me.”

“No!” Katherine darted past Bridget, dashing up the steps and around the corner of the dimly lit hallway. Bridget’s footsteps followed close behind her, along with her scolding shouts.

She barreled into her father’s study, nearly tumbling on the red rug between his desk and the largest bookshelf in the room. He stood from his chair as Bridget stumbled into the room after Katherine, still reaching out for the creature.

“Master Lockhart,” she said breathlessly, as if only just realizing Benedict was there. “My apologies. I tried to stop her, but she’s really quite quick… She must have found that thing outside. I’ll take it back—”

Benedict held up a hand as he moved around his desk, towards his daughter. His dark, curly hair was in disarray as if he’d been running his hands through it, and his eyebrows were furrowed tightly over his eyes as he lowered himself to his knees on the rug. He wore only his shirtsleeves and simple black trousers. There weren’t even shoes on his feet.

“It’s only a kitten, Bridget,” he said calmly. His voice was deep but soft. “Katherine, darling, where did you get the kitten?”

“Outside.” Katherine tightened her grip on the kitten, though it seemed to be slowly relaxing in her arms. She pointed a tiny finger at the tear in its ear. “Papa, he’s hurt.”

Bridget made a noise from off to the side. “All due respect, Master Lockhart, but we really can’t keep it. Not if you’re serious about moving the household to Edinburgh—”

“Bridget, please. Leave us.” Bridget looked like she wanted to protest, but she didn’t, only muttering something about propriety as she exited the room.

Benedict lifted the kitten from Katherine’s arms and held it in the palms of his hands, examining it carefully. The kitten sat still, but its body was rigid. “She, I think,” he finally said. “I had a cat when I was a boy… Quite a beautiful creature he was.” With a soft grin on his lips, he looked back at Katherine. It was the first time she had seen him smile since her mother had died several months earlier. Since her mother had died and he’d started talking about moving to Scotland for a fresh start. Her family was in Italy but his was in England. With Maria gone, he should be closer to his roots, he had said. “You want to keep her, my diamond?”

Katherine smiled too, and her stomach began to dance. “Can I, Papa?”

“Of course.” He got to his feet and gestured for her to follow him out of the study, the kitten still in his grasp. “Now, what do you say we bathe her and give her a name?”

“Bella.”

Benedict chuckled. “Bella?”

“Because she’s beautiful, Papa.” Katherine paused. “Even if she’s really dirty.”

“Well then—” Benedict’s smile widened— “Bella it is.”

[spicycreativity]

Thank you for the ingredients, now I cook

Don't ask me what this AU is 😝 It's whatever you want it to be

cw for alcohol use, very slight blood mention, and some innuendo

Virgil's attempt at a chill Halloween get-together had spiraled out of control in spectacular fashion. He'd only wanted to watch movies with friends, but soon found himself at the head of a decades-themed rager (courtesy of Roman and Remus, of course).

Fortunately for him, as the twins had gotten more and more excited about the party, they had stripped more and more responsibilities from him. Over the course of a mere two days, Virgil had gone from Head of the Halloween Party Council (whatever the hell that meant) to Co-Head to "guy in charge of buying cups and wrangling together a '90's-themed costume."

He'd mostly checked out after that.

Halloween night found him one of the first guests at the party which gave him the relative advantage of watching his friends trickle in. Comfortable in his skater clothes and guyliner, he settled back with a cup of something green that Remus had made.

The twins flitted around in their respective outfits, strange opposing forces in the empty house. Roman, who had chosen the 2000s, was dressed in his Disney Channel finest: layers and layers and pink camo and a vintage baby tee he'd no doubt spent far too much money on. Remus, by contrast, wore shades of mud-crusted brown and a noose around his neck.

"What are you supposed to be?" Virgil asked, waving him over.

"1930s," Remus said, draping faux spider webs around Virgil's neck. "I'm a farmer who killed himself during the Dust Bowl." He tugged on the noose, sticking his tongue out demonstratively.

"Jeeze," Virgil mumbled into his cup, "sorry I asked."

Next to arrive was Virgil's favorite person in the whole universe. Clad head to toe in a suit of black and gold, Janus strode in like he owned the place, his glossy black cane tapping on the floor with each footstep. Remus, who appeared to be on alcohol duty, brought him a wine glass filled to the top with something shimmery and black.

"Virgil," Janus said coolly, sprawling on the couch perpendicular to Virgil. "Looking classy as always."

"You look like the human embodiment of 'creative accounting,'" Virgil said in lieu of a greeting.

"You look like you're willing to give me a great deal on the Brooklyn Bridge," Roman chimed in before Janus could so much as open his mouth to respond.

"You look like the name 'John D Rockefeller' makes you break out in hives," Virgil added.

Janus' expression shifted from calmly bemused to wrathful in an instant, but Logan's arrival headed off the argument before it could begin.

"Hi, Logan!" Remus said, bounding in with another Solo cup. "Nice pocket rocket."

"It's a pocket protector," Logan corrected, adjusting his tie.

Virgil sat back to appreciate the view. A simple white shirt and black tie were all Logan needed to sell the '50s nerd aesthetic, but he'd even parted and pomaded his hair and swapped his usual glasses for chunkier black frames. "Come sit by me, Lo!" he called. Anything to put a body between him and Janus.

Logan took it upon himself to strike up a polite, if awkward conversation with Janus, leaving Virgil to sit with his thoughts and the green apple drink Remus has given him.

It tasted like juice.

That could be dangerous.

Virgil sipped it and stared at the floor. Five people did not a rager make, so where was everyone else? Where was Patton?

"Hey, Roman?" he asked, catching Roman by the tail of one of his many fringe scarves. "Where is everybody?"

Roman jerked his scarf free and scowled at Virgil, but made no smart remarks. "I told everyone else to come later."

"Even Patton? That's kinda harsh, man."

"Of course not Patton." Roman closed his arms. "I don't know where he is."

"Oh."

"Anyway, you all were supposed to help with party prep before Remus started handing out booze."

"Oh, yeah." Virgil glanced into the depths of his cup like it might hold answers. "What's in here, anyway?"

Roman waved a hand. "I don't know. Vodka? Tequila? I just heard a lot of cackling and splashing and saw some empty bottles. I'd drink it slowly if I were you."

"That's the plan, Sebastian Stan."

Roman continued on his way, leaving Virgil to eavesdrop. Remus had joined the conversation now and it had taken a distinct turn for the unhinged, but Virgil couldn't be bothered to tune in. The room around him spun gently, reality pulsing in gentle waves— Fuck, he'd already drank too fast, hadn't he? Someone really should have put a warning on the cups.

Virgil sat back just as Logan leaned forward, giving him the sickening impression that the world was moving in fast forward for a split second. Whatever Logan, Janus, and Remus were talking about, they'd gotten invested in it.

Virgil couldn't really bring himself to care. He stared straight ahead at the entry way, his gaze fixed on one of the giant rubber spiders taped to the door.

He was the only one who noticed when the door opened.

This gave him a few key seconds to adjust to the shock of seeing Patton's outfit in all its glory. He'd been expecting '80s technicolor and swishy fabric, not... manwhore couture.

Patton had obviously cropped his shirt and shorts himself; the crooked lines wobbled dangerously, showing off a daring expanse of thigh and belly— was that a two-inch inseam? Shaggy golden hair gleamed on his thighs and stomach, most prominently in the form of a happy trail that disappeared into the hem of his denim cutoffs. His cropped tee had once borne some sort of logo, but now the only remaining ink showed the top halves of the letters 'XXL.' Virgil swallowed and didn't let his gaze linger as he looked down and found just what he'd expected: knee high tube socks and a pair of roller skates.

It was all he could do to keep his jaw from dropping as Patton rolled into the sitting room and promptly crashed into the back of an armchair with a blithe "whoops!"

Everyone looked up at once and the room went deadly quiet. A heartbeat passed and the sound of shattering glass split the air.

Virgil flinched, head whipping instinctively toward the source of the sound, and found Janus gripping the bloodied stem of a wine glass, blushing furiously. Shards of glass rested on his legs and on the arm of the couch, an inky black stain creeping over the upholstery.

Virgil slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud, but Remus evidently had no such qualms; he tipped his head back and howled, tears already pooling at the corners of his eyes. "I think..." he started breathlessly, gesturing spasmodically at Patton, "I think Janus... likes your costume!" He dissolved into a fit of hysterical laughter, threatening Virgil's desperate grip on his decorum. Lunging to his feet, he grabbed Remus by the lapels and yanked him deeper into the house before laughter overtook him.

"Did you see his face?" Virgil asked, grabbing Remus' shoulder to keep from losing his balance. "Oh my god!"

"Stop," Remus choked, finding his own balance against the wall. He was laughing so hard he could barely get the words out, each one a desperate squeak. "Stop stop stop. The fucking— the wine glass!"

They both sank into stifled incoherence again. Virgil's abs were starting to ache and he steadied himself with a few deep, shaky breaths.

The sound of footsteps on the hardwood startled him into genuine composure and he yanked Remus into a bedroom just in time for voices to emerge from above the heavy thump of rollerskates against the floor.

"...sorry I startled you, Janus!" came Patton's easy tone. "Is it just the one cut on your finger?"

There was a long pause before Janus spoke, and the tension was enough to make Remus squeak and stuff a fist into his mouth. "It... I, um..." He cleared his throat. "I can't tell."

"Ooh, you know what helps?" Patton asked rhetorically. "Putting it in your mouth. Here, I'll show you."

"That won't be necessary!" Janus said, far too loudly and with none of his usual composure. "I'll just... pressure."

"He has to be doing that on purpose," Virgil whispered.

"If you're sure!" Patton said cheerfully. "Oh, here's the bathroom. Okay, give me your hand. I'll get you aaall taken care of."

"I'm sure you will," Remus whispered before covering his mouth again.

Still shaking with stifled laughter, Virgil smacked him in the arm.

The sound of the bathroom door shutting marked the end of the little show. Virgil sank to the floor, finally giving in the hysterical laughter he'd been so desperately staving off.

Whatever else happened tonight, he'd certainly gotten his money's worth.

Constantly tortured by the mental image of Patton rocking up to the function in full-on 80s roller skates, knee-high tube socks, teeny tiny little bitty denim cutoffs, diy college tee crop top, hairy legs and dad bod on full display and Janus tenses up so much his wine glass shatters in his hand

[safequeersex]

Family Room in New York

[lawlietisawesome]

Enclosed Living Room

[totheexperts]

Bedroom Master

[missroxelot]

Master Bath (Los Angeles)

[chelseafcazul]

Dining Room Kitchen Dining (Boston)