#centerpiece ideas

[fotograzio]

Harvest Palette: Gourds and Pumpkins Still Life by Wayne S. Grazio Via Flickr: A vibrant display of autumn's harvest, featuring an array of pumpkins and gourds arranged on a bed of straw. This still life captures the essence of the fall season with its rich textures and colors, complete with some natural cobwebs.

[merrybrides]

Bud Vase Centerpiece Ideas

When it comes to dreaming up show-stopping wedding table decor, we tend to think of sky-high, blooming displays or bountiful florals that cascade onto the floor. While bud vase centerpieces may not be the first thing that comes to mind, the impact that these small arrangements have on creating a captivating tablescape should not be underestimated. It’s all about styling – these petite beauties can be presented alone or in clusters, with taper candles or votives, and with luxurious fabrics or natural accents. Whether your aesthetic is classic elegance, natural romanticism, or modern chic, we’ve rounded up pretty ideas for using bud vases in your wedding centerpieces.

[art-sciencedesigns]

Gathering-Inspired Tablescapes – Idea #4118

[thegnomelord]

Devotion in Steel

How They Worship You After The Hunt: Dottore, Childe, Zhongli.

So this is based off This idea I had about a cyberpunk reader in a cult!Sagau genshin, so this is just me testing the waters. I spent wayyy too much time on this one lol but this brainrot is still going strong.

CW: Suggestive themes, cult/yandere characters, reader is GN, mentioned gore for Zhongli part. First time writing Yandere's so tell me how it goes lol.

Dottore: Silent Curiosity

He does not worship you openly; he doesn't sing hymns about your mercy or your cruelty, nor does he press his face into the ground whenever you pass, like certain archons wishing for redemption. His worship is quiet. To the unworthy, the way he touches you — with clinically cold hands, examining every gear, and bolt, and piston with the same calculating gaze reserved for one of his machines — may as well be the highest form of sacrilege. Who is he to act as if you are just another of his toys? Who is he to not even say a single word to you? Who is he to touch and pull on your mechanical components like some urchin child toying with an object they do not realize is precious? But they can't do anything, because You do not see it their way. You do not stop or punish him, you encourage him; it isn't rare to find you two alone, him on his knees with your arm held in his hands, silently watching the moving mechanisms beneath your plating as you explain the intricacies of your mechanical form to him in that synthetic voice of yours that makes his bones tremble. His touch is clinical, precise, but it is by no means cold; His worship is conveyed through his actions. With reverence he cleans the dirt and grime from the seams in your armor, happy to stay on his knees for hours, days even, so long as not a single speck of dirt is left to mar your perfect body. With piety he polishes every gear, with admiration he oils every piston, worshiping even the smallest piece in your body like it is a holy relic. To Dottore, being able to see technology millennia ahead of his own and learn of knowledge yet undiscovered would have been bliss. But to feel it beneath his fingers? To feel it in his bones as that artificial voice of yours reveals the world's secrets? Heaven.

Tartaglia: Eager Veneration

Once, Tartaglia had only known of you from the stories his parents had told him; of a loving creator, a place of safety and solace in this harsh world. Later, when he fell into the Abyss, Skirk told him new stories of you, passed down to her by the denizens of the Abyss — ones his parents wouldn't have dared to utter lest they tempt Celestia to punish them for heresy. So when you descended, full of harsh edges and your body geared for battle, he embraced you as you were. He would have loved you regardless of your appearance, but something about the mechanical version of you made sense to him; Children resemble their parents after all, why should you have appeared like the demure little thing the tapestries depicted you as when Teyvat could be harsh, and cruel, and cold? He remembered his parents teachings, tried to be respectful like the other acolytes, on their knees, with their heads pressed to the ground. He would have done so happily, would have kneeled before you until he was nothing but bones, would have slaughtered countries in your name... yet the abyss gnawed on his bones, needing your attention like a babe needed a parent. So when you showed him favor? When you offered him to touch the divine metal of your cybernetic body? He couldn't stop himself. Anxiety tempered his eagerness, he did not seek more than what you offered him, yet his hands still glided over your skin and metal with the same energy as the little gears beneath your outer shell. Trembling fingers traced old dents and scratches that ripperdocs had neglected to fix, words of absolute devotion leaving his lips as he put his head to your chest, listening to the tik tik tik of mechanical organs beneath your chassis. But your weapons enchanted him the most. It reminded him so much of the Foul Legacy hiding under his skin; the promise of danger and death lurking beneath the surface, ready to be used as soon as a threat appeared — a similarity between you two that no one else could claim. He could spend days simply kissing and lavishing the seams in the armor, feeling where fake skin transitioned into metal which hid your weaponry from the world. Though you never allowed him more than a look, he yearned to touch them, to kiss the sharp blades, to feel his bones bend under your mechanical strength, to feel the monowire burn through his skin... Please, won't you let him? He survived the Abyss, he promises that he's tough, he can handle the pain... just this once, let him worship you, all of you, please?

Zhongli: Desperate Absolution

Zhongli is afraid; to touch, to breathe, to even exist near you. How can he not be, when he is the reason for your missing parts? Your aching joints? When he was the one who harmed you, who tainted your holy body with his hate and prejudice? When he was so prideful as to forsake his creator because they did not fit his own imagination? When the truth was revealed, the real impostor laying dead and your mechanical frame speckled with drops of your golden blood, he understood he was in no place to anything but bow and pray your fury would be swift and merciful, though he did not deserve it. Yet even as he knelt before you, head bowed so low it was flush with the ground and eyes shut tight, not daring to even glance at your metallic feet, a part of him still yearned for a chance at redemption; to earn back the chance to worship you, to earn your forgiveness through devotion. He would do anything for it; Kiss and lick the dirt off your mechanical feet, be at your beck and call till the end of time... If you wished to regain your lost parts — he would scour the far reaches of Teyvat until he found all the metal pieces you had lost, and those that were permanently damaged? He would carve his bones into shape, until they fit... If you told him to forfeit his flesh like you had done — he would claw at his skin until not a single scrap of meat hangs off his bones. He would happily wander the earth as a skeleton, grafting pieces of old Khaenri'ahn technology to himself until he resembled you, just so you could inflict the same wounds he had done to you... Yet you did no such thing. Even as his thoughts gained a voice, escaping his mouth through muffled whimpers, all you did was watch him, your mechanical gaze racking over his shivering form as he tried to stop his hiccupping cries. Truly pathetic. Then your fingers found his chin, gripping him in a bruising as you raised his head to look at you. Your mechanical eyes reflected in the tears running down his cheeks, the metal joints in your fingers nipping at his skin. His eyes met your cold gaze, and he wondered what you will ask of him — His eyes? His tongue? His arms? The impostor would have demanded all that and more... He would give it in a heartbeat. But please, find it in your cold heart to forgive him.

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are you normal or do you wake up every day and think about this

[hexslvt]

keep forgetting abt the last two paci's i made, i had finally went to put them together a couple days ago but realized i glued the centerpiece on upside down on one so i needed to redo it :< hopefully i remember tomorrow

[tilbageidanmark]

A Cheese Plate

[onaida]

I made these centerpieces for my works 6th graders luncheon I think they turned out so cute

They are based on a set of plays they performed this year!

[witchcraftingboop]

After three years, it has finally happened. Lily the Tiny Tyrant knocked my big ass obsidian crystal ball off the dining room table. By some small miracle instead of rolling straight off the edge and shattering on the floor, it rolled right into a padded chair and stayed there. So it hasn't broken (small blessings), and all my crystal balls have been moved from center stage on the table to a wee padded box I got for Christmas. (Lily, you asshole, you're ruining The Vibes)

[beautifulrelaxingplace]

[clayismyart]

Spread the light....

https://clayismyart.etsy.com/listing/572531180

[shelterskimmer]

*goes to sleep hoping to wake up in that collar chained to the wall*

giggles cutely as i chain ur limp body up in my living room ^_^

[art-sciencedesigns]

Gathering-Inspired Tablescapes – Idea #5025

[aromacaque]

queer love stories are so compelling. they can hold so many layers

[shaadiwish]

Sometimes, the tiniest feature can actually change the way the wedding looks. Let’s talk about centrepieces that surround the tables where the guests

[floristusa]

Thanksgiving Centerpiece Ideas : How to Create a Stunning Floral Arrangement

Thanksgiving is the time of the year when friends and family come together to celebrate what really matters - gratitude, love, and connection. A beautifully designed centerpiece is a warm and welcoming gesture that sets the tone for the celebrations. A centerpiece doesn't have to be elaborate or expensive. Even simple Thanksgiving flower arrangements thoughtfully crafted with seasonal elements can be eye-catching and act as a lovely focal point on your dining table.