#chesterfield wing chair

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Mastering the Art of Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs

Unraveling the Elegance and Comfort of Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs

When it comes to timeless elegance and unparalleled comfort, few furniture pieces rival the classic Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs. These iconic pieces have adorned living spaces for centuries, exuding sophistication and charm in equal measure. In this comprehensive guide, we delve deep into everything you need to know about Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs, from their rich history to their exquisite craftsmanship and enduring appeal.

A Brief History of Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs

The origins of the Vintage Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs can be traced back to the 18th century, where they first gained prominence in the affluent households of England. Named after the fourth Earl of Chesterfield, Philip Stanhope, these distinctive pieces of furniture quickly became synonymous with luxury and refinement.

Timeless Design and Impeccable Craftsmanship

What sets Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs apart is their timeless design and impeccable craftsmanship. Characterized by their deep button-tufted upholstery, rolled arms, and distinctive wingback silhouette, these chairs exude an air of sophistication and opulence.

Crafted by skilled artisans using only the finest materials, each Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chair is a testament to quality and attention to detail. From the sturdy hardwood frame to the plush cushioning and premium leather or fabric upholstery, every aspect of these chairs is meticulously crafted to ensure both comfort and durability.

Versatility in Style and Functionality

One of the most remarkable aspects of Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs is their versatility in both style and functionality. Whether placed in a traditional study, a contemporary living room, or a cozy reading nook, these chairs effortlessly elevate any space with their timeless elegance.

Moreover, Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs are not just a feast for the eyes but also a haven of comfort. With their generous dimensions, ergonomic design, and plush cushioning, they provide unparalleled support for lounging, reading, or simply unwinding after a long day.

Choosing the Perfect Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chair

When selecting a Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chair for your space, several factors come into play. Firstly, consider the overall style and aesthetic of your room to ensure a seamless integration of the chair into your existing décor.

Next, pay attention to the size and scale of the chair in relation to the space available. While Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs are known for their generous dimensions, it's essential to strike the right balance to avoid overwhelming the room.

Finally, explore the myriad upholstery options available, from luxurious leather to sumptuous fabrics, to find the perfect match for your personal taste and lifestyle.

Caring for Your Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chair

To maintain the beauty and longevity of your Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chair, proper care and maintenance are crucial. Regularly vacuuming the upholstery, wiping down the leather with a soft cloth, and fluffing the cushions can help preserve its pristine condition for years to come.

Additionally, be mindful of placing the chair away from direct sunlight and heat sources to prevent fading and damage to the upholstery.

Elevate Your Living Space with Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs

In conclusion, Chesterfield Sofa Lounge Tub Wing Chairs are more than just pieces of furniture; they are timeless classics that embody elegance, comfort, and craftsmanship. Whether you're looking to add a touch of sophistication to your living room or create a cozy reading corner, these iconic chairs are sure to make a statement in any space.

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[jomiddlemarch]

The shapes a bright container can contain!

IV. “This is a carriage house?” Hermione asked after first standing silent for a good two minutes, a length of time that seemed far longer when a witch was known to hurl herself into a squid-infested loch in early winter.

“You speak as if you have an extensive experience of real estate,” Draco retorted. 

“It’s quite a bit more house than I’d imagined,” she said. To exceed Hermione Granger’s imagination was a feat and Draco decided he’d follow the Muggle adage and begin as he meant to go on.

“Did you expect it to still contain carriages? Or horses? Tack?” Draco said. “Did you want a pony? That could be arranged, though I think an Arabian or an Abraxan hybrid—"

“No. Of course not,” she said. “But this is quite lovely. So thoughtfully appointed.”

“Thank you,” he said.

“Your wife had exquisite taste,” Hermione said.

“Yes, she did,” Draco replied. “You can see it in the main house. This was my project.”

“Oh, I see. I didn’t mean to imply,” she broke off. Somehow, this was what flustered her, this bit of gauche maladroitness, though she was staying in the home of a former Death Eater, a man who still bore the brand of a genocidal maniac on his forearm. She didn’t blush however; her eyes only widened and she seemed to lose what color she had. Draco decided he’d look after her well enough blushing became an option again.

“It’s all right. Why don’t I give you a tour of the place, get you settled,” he said. He wanted to offer her his arm, to feel her hand on him and keep her steady, but he suspected she would actually be as offended as she’d imagined he might just have been. He walked closer to her than would ordinarily be considered polite and kept the pace slow.

“This is the sitting room,” he said, gesturing around them. Two large chesterfields upholstered in dark green velvet sat on either side of a coffee-table strewn with periodicals and some art books, a bowl hewn from the base of a cypress at the center, filled with green apples. Squashy silk pillows in an array of jewel tones were tucked at either end of the sofas, a cashmere throw draped in a corner. A pair of club chairs bracketed the large fireplace, and an ancient Persian rug was underfoot. Long windows were surrounded by bookshelves, the bookshelves full of neatly arranged books that appeared much-handled. 

“It’s lovely. Looks very comfortable,” Hermione said. He beckoned her to follow him as he walked across the space and miraculously, she followed, her wand-hand empty.

“This is the kitchen. The table seats six, though it’s easy enough to enlarge it if you wanted to have more people over. You should have as many people over as you like,” Draco said. The table was a generously sized oval made of beautifully patinaed mahogany and he thought she would have preferred something sturdy and practical, a scrubbed oak. She’d want to set it with mismatched plates, a potluck with dishes randomly assembled or better yet, Indian takeaway with plenty of samosas.

“Is there a Transfiguration spell that preserves the wood better?” Hermione asked. 

“There’s a leaf. Though any standard Transfiguration you’d cast would be fine. It’s not a priceless antique,” Draco said.

“It looks like a Sheraton,” Hermione remarked. “I suppose that’s not priceless to you. It’s just Muggle.”

“It’s a fake. A fake Sheraton,” Draco said, shrugging, trying not to feel flustered and failing. “I like the look of Georgian furniture, but I didn’t want anything that would feel like a museum piece. I had enough of that, growing up. Except that that furniture was also cursed half the time.”

“Half, huh?”

“Closer to three-quarters in the North Wing. Dreadful place and you can’t even burn it to the ground,” he said. 

“A pity. I guess. This is the kitchen proper?” she said, moving past him into the room with its soapstone worktops, slate floors, sage green painted cupboards fitted as neatly as a ship’s galley, though there was plenty of space. A marble slab for pastry, a great hulking Aga prepared to cook a roast and warm the whole house, and tucked behind—

“That’s a butler’s pantry,” Draco said, as she poked her head around to peer in the narrow space.

“You thought this place needed a butler’s pantry? Is there a butler?” she asked, then paused, a look of bemused horror on her face. “Good Lord, is there a butler?”

“There’s no butler and no House-elves either, before you get yourself worked into a tizzy,” Draco said. He’d have liked to have Tizzy herself serving, earning the ample wage they’d negotiated, but he’d known that no matter how comprehensive the benefits, Hermione would be distressed to be waited upon by a creature in a toweling jumpsuit, unable to convince herself she wasn’t taking advantage. “I thought butler’s pantry sounded better than glorified closet. I will now pause to allow you to make some comment along the lines of me being a posh git.”

“You’ve made that unnecessary now,” Hermione said, horror passed, smiling again.

“There’s a butler’s pantry because I needed a defined space I could configure for electricity to work. Neville said you have very strong opinions about the Panis tosti charm—”

“It’s shite,” she interrupted. “Utter bollocks. It’s a travesty to call what it does toast and everyone knows it and won’t admit it. Molly Weasley has five different toasting forks because the charm is such shite—”

“As I said, Very Strong Opinions, duly noted. Also, he said you have slightly less Strong Opinions on toasting forks, I believe they hearken too much to the Edwardian period for your taste, and so I had to make sure there was some part of the house where you could make a proper piece of toast in a toaster,” Draco explained. He opened the little hatch that concealed the toaster. “There’s also a charging station for any devices that need it.”

“Oh my goodness,” she said.

“You probably won’t short it all out if you cast a spell, but I’d try to keep it to a minimum and no wandless. When you channel magic through your hands directly, it warps the wards I put up,” he said.

“You did a lot of work,” she said. “Went to a lot of trouble.”

“What part of looking after properly was obscure to a witch of your erudition and exactitude?” Draco said. She’d think he was teasing and he was but he also meant it, especially the praise, which he’d been told to expect her to shrug off.

She shrugged.

“You didn’t have to,” she said.

“I only did what I thought I must. What I thought you would do, without a second thought, if you were the one taking care of someone,” Draco said. 

“I’ve never gotten Harry a toaster,” she said. 

“But he doesn’t ever seem to miss all the Mugglish equipment he grew up with. He was happy to leave it all behind,” Draco said. 

“He does love everything Wizarding,” Hermione said. “Even Celestina Warbeck.”

Draco could not help his grimace then, but Hermione gave him a look of the purest camaraderie and appreciation, suggesting his expression had not put her off in the slightest.

“I shan’t say a word. About his taste in music at least,” he said. “There’s a water closet just at the back, before the conservatory. We might explore there a bit or would you rather see the sleeping quarters upstairs?”

He spent a considerable amount of time mulling over how he’d mention where she would sleep to minimize any awkwardness, knowing he didn’t want to utter the word bed but that she’d immediately pick up on any verbal contortions to avoid it.

“Did you have Neville to see to the conservatory?” she asked, prescient. Longbottom had spent a week and the entire budget Draco had given him, but the results were lovely and marvelously fragrant.

“Yes,” Draco answered.

“Then I’ll have an idea of what it’s like already and I’ll enjoy finding out how I’m wrong later,” she said. “Take me upstairs.”

[puddingpong]

🌈CSP Assets MasterList🌈

I use Clip Studio Paint a lot… and i am always checking the assets store

This is a big list of assets i find interesting/useful that are ✨free✨

🖌️Brushes

Belt Buckle

Scattering Papers

Bullet Band

Simple Rope

Wisteria Flowers

Rubble/Debris

Vertical Rocks

Pointy Rocks

Chains

Simple Chains

Floor Pattern

Wizard Bookshelf

Cartoon Leaf Brush

Large Foliage

Bushes

🛋️3d Furniture:

Modern Bookshelf

Antique Books

Chesterfield Antique Chair

Bookcase

Simple Computer Chair

2 seats Sofa

Armrest Chair

Office Chair

Fancy Chair

Celestial Globe Set

Simple Queen Bed

Bird Cage Chair

Toilet Set

Bunk Bed

Hospital Bed

⚙️3d Misc:

Angel Wings

Cogs

Helm

Wires

Cowboy Hat

Camera

Dog Muzzle

Valves

🏠3d Buildings / Structures / etc

Back Alley Wall

Cartoonish Back Alley

Mobile/Ice Cream Stand

Outside Asian Insp. Lantern

Tall Upscale building with 4 entrances

Medieval Market Stand

Fantasy city street

Mansion

Wooden School Hall

Boxing Ring

Multitenant Building

Sci-fi Door

City

Medieval Ruins

Throne Room

Big House

Iron Gate

Torii Gate

Japanese Style Room

Cliff Covered With Concrete Blocks

Medieval Shop Stand

Bus Seats

Boxing Hall

Simple Building Apartments

Sci-fi Medical Pod

Basic Ruins

Tiny Cafe Table Set

Tall Shopping Street Building

Shopping Street Building

Inside Castle Throne Room

Inside Castle Hall

Inside Castle Corridor

Skyscraper

Fantasy Castle/Church

🚲3d Vehicles

Racing Bike

Bicycle

⚔️3d Weapons

Nodachi Sword

Medieval Sword

Dart Gun

Pistol Parts

Automatic rifle

Futuristic Weapon Set

🎸3d Instruments:

Drum Set

Guitar

Electric Guitar

Electric Guitar (Mustang Type)

🌈Hope it helps? idk... bye bye🌈

[orphika]

Chester. My office. AFSAFP.

A text from one's prospective father-in-law is not to be disobeyed, especially when it's this short. Sudden crisis. All hands on deck. Maybe a special mission. Maybe he's dying and he's going to adopt Chez right now. Who knows? Alistair is unpredictable as well as unfuckable, and when he says jump, a good lad doesn't even ask how high.

So imagine, if you will, young Charles Chesterfield Chudleigh-Knighton Hughes (Sorcha's scraping the barrel of superfluous middle names with which to saddle him), making his way post-haste south, across the footbridge and into Daddy Gorbals' domain. Tenement blocks and little pubs and the Rose Garden in its neat, preserved square, and onto Caledonia Road, past the gates of the Necropolis and straight on to the Building.

Alistair's office is on the west wing, third floor. The heart of the operation, and like a heart it's off-centre. It's a cavernous post-industrial chamber around a bare limestone pillar, itself the size of a decent-sized room, with a little sort of bachelor pad set up right in front of it. Big flatscreen, coffee table (dark, oily Venetian glass), sofas that seat four at a squeeze and Alistair's armchair, currently vacant.

A hand rises from the longest couch, the one with its back to the door. It is not the hand Chez would have expected. Less gnarled, though the fingers are if anything more calloused and worn; longer and finer; emerging from the sleeve of a loose black leather jacket that is nothing like anything in Alistair's wardrobe but very familiar from all the nights with it slung on the back of the studio chair or across the mirror in a lightproof boudoir; missing its signet ring but clattering with beaded bracelets as it waves, grips the sun-blanched surface of the sofa and hauls its owner out of his velveteen grave -

Orpheus' other arm drapes over the couch, and he smiles that winsome scavenger's smile.

"Hey, baby."

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[rajtaishree]

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[cassavida]

Chesterfield Leather Wingback Armchair

[banditcoyote]

She leads me back to you

Yaroslava moved to her bed, stretching out so her belly rubbed against her cool linen sheets, her purring rivaling the thunder outside as her tail swished behind her, the silk of her robe tickling the back of her thighs as she relaxed into her pillows with satisfaction. They had been working so hard lately this bit of solace before their debut party was a gift, and she was just about to let her swishing tail lull her to sleep like a metronome when she her a noise she would describe as a clattering in the great room of her penthouse.

She was on her feet in an instant, prowling like the tiger in the night she was, silent and ready. She stepped out from her bedroom, hidden in the showers and reached into an ornamental vase that had tall decorative reeds, one of them actually being one of her favorite bow staff that she never failed to travel with, and she started to creep into the room, pausing as she saw the open door that was blowing gusts of wind driven rain into the room, the curtains billowing out from the wind, and she froze when she saw Echo slumped over in on of her oversized chesterfield armchairs, his head in his hands, his wings somewhat unfolded as his back arched and raised with his ragged excited breathing. “Echo?” his wife asked, still poised and ready to attack, seeing that it was her husband sitting there did nothing to make her worried less, in fact she only shifted her foot to give herself a better stance now that she knew who she was dealing with. “Echo?” she asked again when there was no response. ‘Hib-“ “Don’t call me that.” He nearly snarled. “He speaks, oh speak again bright angel.” “I’m not in the mood.” He said sharply. “Yet you came here….” She said slowly relaxing, setting her weapon back down and moving to close her robe before she started over to close the door, muffling the sounds of the storm before turning towards him. “On a night like this? I thought you’d be balls deep in your monkey lover’s puss-“ “She turned me down.” Echo’s head snapped up to glare at Yaroslava. “She turned me down and then…I’m….I just….came here.” The tigress let out a low sigh, shaking her hair back from her shoulders before she spotted the blood seeping through Echo’s shirt. “She do that too?” She asked while poking a finger harshly into it, eliciting an angry hiss from The Bat, his hair still clinging to his face as she pushed him back into the chair and slowly crawled up onto his lap, unbuttoning his shirt behind him before she dragged her claws down over his shoulders, slowly working on each button. “You want to do this?” Yaroslava asked, her hands going up to push back her robe, exposing herself to him. “It’s been a long time,” she said reaching down to free him from his pants while she kissed at his throat. “and it feels like you need it.” She said stroking his length as she nipped at him. Echo reached for Yaroslava’s hands holding her wrists tight enough to bruise and he pushed her back so she was nearly sliding to the floor. Echo stared over her body for a moment before he brought his gaze back to her eyes “Here?” Yaro crept forward on her knees, tilting her nek back in submission “Here.” She said purring and slowly pulling her hands back to slide over her husband’s neck and snake into his wet hair and down between his wings as she gave herself over to him. After they were done there, then on the balcony in the storm, then back inside on the floor, against the wall, and finally in her bed, the sheets now stained with blood from his wounds he had acquired earlier and a few new bites and scratches on both of them, had them laying against one another, Echo drawing lightly on Yaroslava’s skin with one finger and pressing against a fresh bite mark on his neck with the other, staring absently up at the ceiling. Yaroslava purred, her tail flicking across both their legs. “You haven’t lost your touch babe.” She said with a slight yawn and gave a big stretch before looking up at him and the way he was touching his neck. “Should I not have done that? I forgot myself, it felt like old times.” She said with some level of apologetic tones. Echo brought his hand away from it when she questioned and he shook his head “It’s fine, I’ll have Julien heal it before tomorrow, I can have him meet us here if you want yours taken care of?” he offered to her. ‘Hm?” Yaroslava “I don’t mind them, let someone think there is competition.” She said arching gracefully in his arms. Though the gentle fingers tracing on her skin stopped and she knew the reason why. “Ah, you want me to heal them then?” she said a knowing smile curling at her lips. “Don’t let anyone think there is competition at all?” “She doesn’t understand us.” Echo said shaking his head. “She thinks I’m in some sort of denial about our relationship because we’re still married on paper.” Yaroslava reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his. “Can you blame her? You just fucked me harder than I’ve been fucked in the last decade….Maybe I am thinking of taking you back.” She teased. “It’s not funny. I don’t want her to know about this…..She’ll never talk to me again. I don’t even know what I should say to her now…” Echo said his mind starting to spiral. Yaroslava snorted a bit thinking of the two of them sneaking around like high schoolers, even if this encounter was an outlier for them at the moment. “I like you like this Echo.” Yaroslava told him. “emotions look good on you, even pitiful ones.” “I’m not pitiful.” He pouted looking away from her. Yaroslava turned to him running her hand up his chest. “You are, but only to me. Because I know you so well….”  She gave his nipple a little pinch and he jumped and batted her hand away. “Can you admit that you like her? Can you say it out loud?” Echo closed his eyes and heaved a great sigh, his eyebrows knitting together. “I Do.” He said softly and Yaroslava’s hand spider crawled up his chest back towards his nipple, a threat of torture. “I like her” he said catching her hand again before it reached the sensitive area, his cheeks just dusting with pink. Yaroslava’s eyes went wide like a kid on Christmas. “I don’t think I’ve seen your face that color maybe….ever….” she said smiling widely as Echo groaned and covered his face, hiding anymore color that might embarrass him. “No! Let me see! Let me see!” she said reaching to pull his hands away playfully as she laughed. “You like a girl! Damn, you’re a cradle robber!” Echo chuckled at his wife’s antics and she continued to tease him. “You like Sasuga Kotei and you want to kiiiissss her” she singsonged, tickling down his sides. “Do you loooove her?” Yaro teased as Echo went still, bringing his hands down somewhat to look at the tigress seriously while still covering his mouth. Yaroslava sat back on her heels a shocked expression on her face as if he had slapped her, “Oh Fuck Echo…..Do you love her?” Echo sighed again and closed his eyes. “I don’t know.” He said in a small voice that twisted something in her gut. “I don’t know Yaro….I’m…too old to feel so mixed up inside-“ “No…never too old, stop saying that.” Yaroslava told him kindly. “You’ve kept yourself closed off for so long it just feels that way…but Echo this is…” “A bad idea? A really stupid, foolish, moronic thing?” he asked her “Dangerous?” She nodded “All of the above.” “You think I don’t know that?” he lamented draping an arm across his face to cover his eyes once more. “I can’t even have her when I want her….Is that the only reason I feel so strongly? Because shes the first woman to tell me no?” Yaro hummed, her fingers rubbing at his belly a little, drawing little designs across all his tattoos. “Do you only feel like this now? How did you feel when you went to her before me? Were you just trying to get your dick wet and you thought she would bend over for you and spread herself?” “Stop talking about her like that.” He said firmly, which brought a smile to Yaro’s lips. “I’ll take that as a no.” “I was feeling wonderful because of my fight, the storm, and I thought…to be with her…would be…” he hesitated to search for the word. “Bliss.” Yaroslava felt warmed by his sentiment, despite the tremendous evening the two of them had shared, she knew it was fun, frustration, and general excitement. What they had was not Bliss, and she didn’t think that word had described their feelings in a very long time. “But I was so stupid, and presumptuous to assume I could just…waltz in there and take her, she has a mate, rules, boundaries…I…I can’t ruin any of that….it would be ruining her. I should just…let her go.” “Stop.” Yaroslava said patting his belly. “Echo….I want you to be gentle with yourself.” She said. “You know I love you, you’ve been my constant for almost my whole life…even if we’ve been at each other’s throats for some of it…and I know you’ve been through enough that some gentleness will not only do you some good but I think you deserve it.” She nodded “I’m happy about this. But I do think you need to be careful with yourself….you said it too, she is mated to someone else, you can’t have all of her.” Echo opened his mouth to protest but Yaro put a finger to his lips. “And I know you want that. You have to be careful, because you have a history of getting what you want, even if it means taking it….Sasuga is like….well she’s a bird Echo. You hold her too tight you’re going to crush her.” Echo sighed, because he knew it was true. “What do I do then?” Yaroslava smiled and leaned over to give him a kiss to his cheek before settling down in the bed in the crook of his arm. “You continue to be the perfect gentleman you are, and you meet her where she is. I’ve seen her face when she talks about you, she’s delightfully jealous of something she hasn’t properly claimed. Give her everything you’re willing to give, but remember at the end of the day…she might not be going home with you…can you do that while protecting your heart enough that you don’t come and cry to me when something doesn’t go how you’ve planned.” “I wasn’t crying.” Echo said simply. “Good boy.” Yaroslava said back, taking that answer as a confirmation. “and I’ll keep tonight to myself, but you should tell her…at some point..it shouldn’t be your opening line tomorrow, that you left her to come and fuck me blind.” Echo frowned, thinking of Sasuga’s reaction to his, feeling like it could have been a mistake if it hurt her. “I’ll find some time to say it, when things are less fragile.” Yaroslava nodded. “What else do you need to find time to say?” she asked him softly. “How much does she know about you, Hibiki?” “Don’t call me that.” Echo said firmly. “So not a lot?” Yaro smirked wrapping her arms around him. “How much are you going to tell her?” “I don’t think I need to tell her anything…” “So you’re not going to tell her you’re a-“ “However you choose to finish that sentence is either a rumor or in the past. She knows what I am now, and that’s what matters.” Echo said, putting his foot down. “Just leave it alone Yaroslava.” The tigress sighed but turned to purring as Echo shifted to wrap himself around her. “Thank you for coming tonight.” She said with a little nod. “I had fun, and it was nice talking like this…you owe me new sheets by the way. I’ll never get these bloodstains out.” “Put them on the business card.” He said shutting his eyes to get some rest. “It’s always business with you” Yaroslava laughed a bit and kissed the underside of his jaw. “I love you Echo, I’m so happy you’re finding that with someone else, especially her…I know you’ve liked her for a while, I think it’s cute your little fighting crush has blossomed into something you thought was impossible, that it’s all going so well and I hope tomorrow will right this ship. You deserve to be happy and loved and-“ “Yaroslava, please for the love of god, shut up.” Echo said smiling into the top of her head. “Got it boss.” She said yawning once more before she rested against him, and let her purring lull them both to sleep as the thunderclouds rolled over New York City.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Designer Jorge’s gorgeous restored stone farmhouse in Spain is “a compendium of rural toughness and aesthetic exquisiteness.”

His fireside wing chair is upholstered in a rich gray velvet, the rustic coffee table is a new piece, the antique chest houses a collection of Chinese ceramics and the sun mirror is a piece from the 1950s.

Next to the caned loveseat is an old Catalan chest, which was used to store a bride's trousseau. Above it, a drawing acquired at auction, an engraving, and a Magnolia Concept vase.

Black bombé dresser, Murano glass lamp, and two test tube compositions, perfect for flowers. The reupholstered armchair is antique and the mirror was also purchased from an antique dealer.

The sofa is covered in rustic linen and divides the space between the hall and  living areas.

The rural aesthetic of the house contrasts with the modern-industrial design of the kitchen, which includes a central island dedicated to a work and breakfast area.

I like this- he calls the Chesterfield sofa, “the Chester,” and it’s upholstered in red velvet. Above it is a family portrait and a series of old engravings. To the right, a record player table from the 1950s.

Designers love fur all over the place, and the rug and blanket actually come from a line of decor called “Goes Home.”  The sofa, restored and reupholstered by Jorge, is a family piece, as is the table lamp.

Spacious bathroom gets natural light from an overhead window. The marble tub was designed by Jorge. 

The sunroom looks like an added extension and the there’s a small outdoor patio at the rear of the house.

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Verified If you are hitting the shops to buy the perfect chair, this list has all the modern chair types you need. You can also get creative with your decor by playing mix and match in your home. From functional to stylish, these are bound to make a statement and bring your room together. Scroll through to find out more! Armchair: They have everything we love about modern chairs – comfort and style. With countless upholstery options to choose from, they can either effortlessly blend in to your seating plan, or act as an accent piece in your bedroom Winged-back: They create a visual interest in any part of the house with their distinctly classic and vintage appearance. The wings of the chair were originally designed to block out drafts or heat, but has become more of a decor statement in recent times. Chesterfield: Plush leather seating adds a different texture to your room, and lends a unique vintage look. Modern versions have explored other fabric options, giving you plenty to experiment with. Recliner: These chairs are great for relaxing. You could opt for standalone modern chairs, or go all out and invest in a recliner sofa, accessorized with a lumbar pillow or decorative cushion. Rocking Chair: They were a staple in our grandparents’ homes, and are still popular today. If you are on the fence about them, modern chairs come with extra leg room, better lumbar support and even a 360 degrees swivel! EggShell: They are a contemporary take on eclectic design ideologies, and offer sensible seating options in small areas. If you are pressed for space, simply hang one of these from the ceiling. Chaise Lounge: These modern chairs come in an array of colours, styles and finishes, and promise to be the pinnacle of relaxation you never knew you needed. Slipper Chair: Armless and low, these modern chairs get their name because of their low height which makes them ideal for slipping on your footwear. Club Chair: They are characterized by their low backs and heavy arms, these chairs are perfect for lounge spaces in your home, and come with a matching ottoman.

[pixieungerstories]

Captive - 7

Elly was barely in the door when the pizza arrived.  “You have the wrong house,” she said politely but firmly.

The delivery guy looked at his clipboard.  “Nope.  Right address, says Ben ordered them.  They are already paid for so it isn’t a prank call.”

“Oh,” she said lamely. “Ben.  Yeah.  This is the right place.  I just wasn’t expecting him to be here this late.”  She fumbled in her purse for a tip and staggered inside under the weight of five extra large.  When she tried to hit the light switch with her elbow, nothing happened.  Then she noticed the ott-light had moved.  She groaned.  How many times did she need to tell Posy not to do that?

 The pizza was set on the counter as she stomped up the stairs to flip the breaker.  Once she hung up her coat, she wrenched off her heels and threw them into the hall closet with a fury that might have been surprising if she hadn’t spent the day feeling like an idiot child.

She found her sheep slippers, grabbed a beer out of her fridge and pounded down the stairs again.  

“Ben?” she called.

There was no answer.  

She walked around the shop, turning off the lights.  The bakery was still a mess, which was just not like him.

The door to the basement was open.

Oh god!

“BEN?!” she yelled frantically, as she ran to the steps.

“Careful, treasure, you don’t want to slip.”

“Oh!  Hi, Elly!  I ordered pizza.”

Elly stared between the two of them in the gloom of a battery powered trouble light.  Ben in the chair, George curled up on the floor in front of him.

And a mostly empty bottle of scotch on the table.

“Are you drunk?”

“Probably,” Ben said amicably. “Did you know you have a dragon in your cellar?”

Elly sat down heavily on the step.  It took her a few minutes to even try to get her brain working again.  In the meantime, Ben asked, “Any sign of the pizza?  George says he’s never had taco pizza or buffalo wings.”

“Yeah,” she said faintly.  “It’s upstairs.”

“I’ll get it!” Ben stood up, then he suddenly sat back down.  “I think I need a minute.”

“You need food,” George corrected.  “You wait here, I’ll help Elly get whatever it was that you ordered.”

“You can’t -” she stopped and pinched the bridge of her nose.  “OK.  this is ridiculous.  I’ll go close the curtains, then we call all eat in the bakery.”

She grumbled to herself as she pushed the tables against the wall and closed the blinds.  She jumped when she turned to find Ben standing way too close to her and George peering at her from the stairs.  Ignoring George for a moment, she looked at Ben.  “Are you OK?”

He gave her a glassy look, “I’m -” he started to say, then stopped for a moment, “ I’m not entirely sure this is real.”

“That’s up to you,” George rumbled coming into the dining room.  “Tomorrow you  will wake up with a hangover and we can all just pretend this is a bad dream, if you want.  For now, however, I smell dinner and I know that buffaloes don’t have wings.”

“They are chicken,” Elly murmured as she went to get the food.

“I like it when people bring me cooked chicken.  They are too fiddly to eat on my own.  Eau de burning feathers is not an appetizing smell.”  George got the pizza boxes off the counter and carried them back to the bakery’s dining room.  He managed just fine, but it was awkward to look at.  His legs looked kind of bandy and short, his feet more hand like, and hs tail seemed to be in the way.  He ended up sitting at the table, but on the floor with his tail lashing behind him like a cat.

Ben brought over two tea cups and two water pitchers George graciously accepted one of the jugs and held it like an oversized mug, taking a long drink.  Elly was suddenly very aware that she never brought him liquids.  Ben was oblivious to that and was pouring her a cup of water.  

“I can make you a pot of decaf if you like.”

Elly waved him away, “I have most of a beer around here somewhere.”

“On the coffee table by the fireplace,” George said, carefully trying to figure out the pizza box.

Elly went to grab it and came back in time to see Geoge popping a wing in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully.  “We don’t usually eat the bones,” she pointed out.

“Extra calcium,” George shrugged.  “These are good.  I was expecting them to be more spicy.”

Ben blinked, “I ordered mild, medium, hot and extreme and I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to eat the bones because they could make sharp pieces and-”

“That’s dogs,” Elly interrupted.  “I have no idea if it applies to … George.”

George was already daintily taking another wing out of the pizza box with dividers keeping the wings segregated from each other.  He crunched that one up too.  “Which one is the spicy one?”  Ben pointed.  “You are staring.”

“Right!  Sorry!  It’s just …  wow.  Holy shit.  You are … amazing!”  He turned to Elly, “You have an actual dragon in your actual dungeon.  Do you have any idea how cool that is?”

Elly just snorted as she helped herself to a slice of taco pizza.  “This is just weird.  I can see using salsa instead of tomato sauce, and almost see queso instead of pizza cheese, but who puts sour cream on a slice?”

“Hey, at least I ordered it without the lettuce,” Ben argued.

“OK, these ones are getting better,” George said, pointing to the extreme wings.  “I’m not sharing these.”

Both humans stared at him.  It was Ben who finally said, “I can just imagine you on Hot Ones on YouTube.”

“What?”  Elly asked, but Ben was enthralled watching George suck the sauce off his fingers.  

George, however, was watching her.  “What did the lawyers say?”

Elly glared at her pizza then took a swig of beer.  “Any major changes to the business are subject to approval from the trustees.  They don’t object in principle as long as I can show I won’t have losses in excess of the monthly stipend.”

Now Ben was looking at her. “You are going to change the business?” he asked with feigned nonchalance that was undermined by his voice breaking part of the way through the sentence. 

Elly shook her head, “I wouldn’t interfere with the bakery, but I don’t know enough about yarn to keep this place afloat.”

“You were learning though,” he pointed out.

George snorted, “She is unhappy though.”  He narrowed his eyes at the man.  “Why is it your concern?”

“If I close up shop, Ben is out on the street,” Elly pointed out.  “This will affect him too.”

“Hmm,” George considered this.

“Try some pizza,” Elly suggested.

“Get Ben a beer,” George suggested.

“Nah, man. I gotta drive home.”  Then he frowned.  “I gotta clean the kitchen.”

“I will allow you to sleep on Elly’s couch on the second floor,” George replied magnanimously.  Elly rolled her eyes.  Ben grinned at his plate and took a slice of the all meat pie. 

“I like this place, they have good sauce and they have a partially good sourdough crust.”  He took a huge bite and chewed thoughtfully for a moment, “and I’m sure they make their own sauce.”

“You already mentioned the sauce,” Elly pointed out.

“It was a very good bottle of scotch,” George explained.  “The boy needed it.”

Elly sighed.  “Yeah, you can sleep in the guest room,” she agreed.  “I’ll change the sheets and help you clean the kitchen tomorrow morning.”

Ben was looking thoughtful.  “I know you don’t order this much food all the time.  Is that why all the cats are going missing?”

“Yes!” Elly snapped.

“No!” George just looked hurt.  “I don’t eat cats!”

Ben chortled, “Methinks the lady does protest too-” but before he could finish the quote, George leaned across the table and snapped his teeth uncomfortably close to Ben’s face.

“You do not come into my house and disrespect me like that!”

Both humans froze.

George blinked and leaned back away from them.  He turned and glared at the door to the stairs.  “I have changed my mind, treasure, I do not like this friend of yours.”

“I’ll -” Elly squeaked then stopped and tried again.  “I’ll just take him home then.  To his home, I mean.”

George looked pointedly at the window, “You can not go and be back before dark.  Take him upstairs, put him to bed and if he remembers this in the morning, I will expect an apology.”

“I’m sorry,” Ben said immediately.  He was extremely contrite.  “You are right.  That was rude.”

George narrowed his eyes at him.  “Go,” he managed to hiss the word despite the lack of sibilants.  As he watched them scurry up the stairs like frightened mice, he helped himself to another wing.  As he was crunching he could hear Elly speaking upstairs.

“That isn’t even how that quote goes.  It’s ‘the lady doth protest too much, methinks’ -”

“Really?  That’s the part of this you have a problem with?”

“No.  I’m just... “ she sighed.  “Look.  You need to think less drinking buddy and more tetchy grandfather.”

George managed to frown even harder.  Tetchy?  Really?  The grandfather, well, it was completely incorrect but he could see how she got there.  But techy?  Ugh.  He finished the wings and opened one of the pizza boxes at random.  Bread, tomato sauce, meat, mushrooms, bland white cheese, not ideal, but oddly satisfying.

The reality of the situation caught up to him.  He groaned.  He should have made the boy sleep on the chesterfield in the basement.  Instead, he was up there with Elly and George was down here, alone. That certainly wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

Still, it would be dark soon.  Time to go for a night out.

[cordonia-continued]

Captivated

Chapter 4

AU- TRR Liam x MC (Riley Taylor)

A/N - Yet more fluff -  the drama is coming I promise! 

All main characters belong to Pixleberry.

1,074 words - short chapter.

Chapter Summary - Riley gets an agent.

Chapter 4

Maxwell took his friend Lucinda’s advice and by the next morning had already set up meetings with potential agents for that day. Oblivious to her house mates deceptive productivity Riley cheerfully skips down the grand wooden staircase making her way to the kitchen for breakfast. As she ponders over whether to have cereal or fruit Maxwell catches up with her in the entryway.

“Little Blossom! Good morning my beautiful friend, how are we on this bright summers day?”

Riley pauses at the foot of the stairs and eyes her friend suspiciously.

“Maxwell, what have you done? Has that God forsaken peacock eaten my Louboutins again? You know they were a present from Liam, I can’t afford to replace them again Max!”

“No, no my little blossom nothing has happened to your Louboutins, and may I say if you care about them that much then perhaps don’t leave them lying around the great room.”

Riley cocks her head to the side.

“Fair point Max. So what’s going on? What’s with all the chipper good morning bullshit?”

“Does there have to be something going on for me to wish my lovely friend a good morning on this fine day?”

“Maxwell?” She crosses her arms over her chest and quirks one eyebrow at him.

He puts his hands up in mock surrender.

“Ok, ok fine, we’ve got some meetings to attend in town today, so go get your game face on and let’s choose what to wear. I’m thinking dark blue skinny jeans, a white shirt, tucked in, Gucci belt, and those Louboutins would be a good shout. Think professional yet sexy, maybe leave the top two buttons of your shirt undone.”

“Maxwell what the Hell...” Riley starts to question him but he’s already pushing her back up the stairs.

“Ooh and that long silver necklace that goes right down into your cleavage!” He shouts up after her.

                                                     ****

Hours later, as evening settles and the first shadows of dusk set in, the pair arrive back at the Beaumont estate. Tired and frustrated, Riley’s pissed with Maxwell for parading her around 4 different agents like a piece of meat with Maxwell exclaiming her virtues to anyone who will listen. She slumps down on one of the leather chesterfields in the great room, kicking her heels off, wincing as she stretches out her painfully pinched feet.

“I can’t believe you did that Max! You went behind my back when I specifically told you I would need to speak to Liam about this first!” She whines throwing her clutch bag at him as he collapses sprawled into a wing backed arm chair next to her.

“Calm down, calm down Debbie Downer! We had a great day, we made loads of contacts and they’re all competing to have you on their books. We’ll let them stew for a day or so and then we’ll go with CTA. They’re the best but we can’t let them think that we think that. We need to get a better deal, 15% is still too high, I’m not signing for anything above 12.” He snaps his fingers.

“Where the Hell has this Maxwell come from? I don’t even know you.” Riley stares wide eyed at him shaking her head in disbelief. “Remind me again which one was CTA?”

Maxwell once again puts on his terrible American accent.

“Get with the program girlfriend.”

He snaps his fingers again, this time in her face, Riley snorts with laughter, although it could be more to do with the 3 glasses of wine she had during their ‘working lunch’.

Maxwell returns to his usual voice.

“CTA are the Cordonia Talent Agency, they are the best, all the major celebs are signed with them, but we need to get them to accept 12% commission, Lady Lucinda told me if you play hard ball they’ll eventually cave if they think you’re worth it. And you my friend.” He points at Riley with finger guns and winks at her. “Are most definitely worth it.”

Riley thinks back trying to recall which one was the Cordonia Talent Agency. She rolls her eyes at her friend as she remembers the good looking agent, with his arrogant laid back patter. He had sat in a high-backed leather chair behind a gigantic desk dropping names like Hansel and Gretel dropped bread crumbs. It seemed like he was something of a bigwig if if the size of his plush corner office and floor-to-ceiling harbour views were any indication of corporate status.

“Max, I’m placing all my trust in you on this. If this blows up in our face it’s on you right?”

“Yep, sure thing baby doll.”

“Urgh Max, enough with that damn accent!”

                                         ****

Two days later and Riley has signed with the most sort after agency in Cordonia. Her personal agent Jacob assures her that he’s the best and will launch her into the stratosphere and make her a global star- not that that’s what she wants, but if the press are going to camp out at the front gates she wants to address their questions on her own terms. She’s already tired of Jacobs management speak bullshit and wonders how she even managed to let Maxwell talk her into this. She wonders if Liam is gonna flip his lid when he finds out. Apart from the odd abrupt response to her texts she’s yet to hear from him in the 3 days that they’ve been back in Cordonia. She knows she must have hurt his pride when she rejected his proposal but she thought they could get passed it and just enjoy being together. She takes the bull by the horns and calls him, he answers after 3 rings.

“Hey you.”

“Hello Riley, how are you?” His tone is friendly but cold.

“I’m missing you. How are you?”

“Busy.”

“Too busy to call me?”

He sighs. “Yeah sorry about that, I didn’t want to be too pushy after, well you know, everything. I miss you too.”

Riley smiles.

“What are you doing?

“I’m working obviously, it seems that’s all I do lately.” He rubs his tired eyes with his hand. “Sorry I’m being an ass, it’s just...you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He doesn’t need to say any more than that. The cold hand of guilt grips her stomach.

“Sounds like you could use a distraction?”

“You always do know how to distract me.” She can hear the smile in his voice. “How about dinner tonight? I can get something set up here at the palace, I don’t think Bastien will have enough time to organise a restaurant for tonight.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Good, I’ll see you at 8. I’ll send a car.” He hangs up without waiting for a response.

Riley knows it’s her fault that he’s being cold with her, she can’t really blame him, he gave her his heart on a god damn silver platter and she shoved it back in his face. Even though she stands by her decision she still feels unbelievably guilty for it.

[bitchyangelconnoisseur]

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[kudoranran]

Update 1: I did this post earlier, but there was some glitch issues with the file. I have it fixed now. It should be working smoothly as it is. Just place the teleporter in between the wing chair. 

Shinichi: You have a grand gift of silence at times, Watson. It makes you invaluable as a companion.

Ranran: Shh....sometimes silence is the ornament of a woman.

Her grins grew wider.

Ranran: Silence doesn’t always mean ignorance, Shinichi.

Shinichi: (Obviously, never for Ranran.)

To everyone, her silence often meant ignorance.

But to Shinichi, having spent so long with her, her silence meant one thing: the most dangerous in the world, is having a silent Ranran.

Cause a silent Ranran.....meant room for her terror towards anyone, or anything in her way.

.................

Detective Conan Book pose set 1:

Merry Christmas!

Or maybe, a day late Christmas?

Either way, it was still Christmas when I made this pose. Probably 2-3 days late, but I got it done.

Does the pose look familiar? It is base on the anime Detective conan, have to refer on some of his figurine and illustrations here and there.

The fanfiction here is base on that, I tend to get the story straighten out smoothly before posting it online. No one has ever done a dark Christmas theme yet in sims 4 (or maybe my poor searching skills made me unable to find one?)

Either way, I decided to do it and ended up with this. Looks dark, but they are Tantei prodigies, it is expected.

Kudo Shinichi is someone as I recall in my childhood having watch Detective Conan, a huge fan of ‘The Sign of Four’, so I changed the covers. Maybe i will upload it if anyone wants it, but for now, i keep it. As I aint sure how to upload the recolors without sharing the mesh.

Shinichi called Ranran ‘Watson’ was because her middle name is ‘Watson’, which she got from her mother. She is the only one in the Kudo family to have a middle name as her mother is born in Britain. As a joke, Shinichi would often call her as ‘My dear Watson’, referring to Sherlock’s way of calling his long suffering partner-in-crime. It is a annoyance to Ranran, but for him, it is his personal endearment for her.

He was the only one out of everyone within her life who let him call her ‘Watson’.

To use this pose, everything is listed below. And there is a third bonus pose I added in, it was use for the Dauntless Lady post I posted earlier. 

Till then, happy simming!

Shaders used Instramoon vespera @intramoon

Props:

Skeleton and blood @sg5150​

Shoes and socks @moonchildlovesthenight

Requirement:

Download Chesterfield Wingback Chair @serenebluesims

Download Book accessory by @studio-k-creation

Download DC book poses set 1

Pose Information:

You need Andrew’s Pose Player.

You need Teletransport Mod.

Do not reupload and do not claim as yours Tag me @kudoranran

[woodenstreet]

5 Modern Fabric Sofas to Go with Any Type of Living Room Decor

Sofas have formed an integral part of the living room setups, no matter how big or small the space is. Well, this is one of the many reasons why there are so many new innovations and modifications in the existing sofa design- one being the fabric sofas.

On Wooden Street, you will indeed find a lot of amazing designs of the sofas. These sofa units are covered with either velvet fabric or a plain cotton fabric having different designs and colors on it. Apart from this, the sofas are really posh, comfortable and elegant which can actually fit into any kind of living interior.

So, today, we will actually be discussing about the top five fabric covered sofas which you can buy from Wooden Street.

Henry 3-Seater Sofa

If you are considering to buy a posh, elegant and divine looking fabric sofa, we assure you, no other sofa will tempt you as the Henry 3-seater fabric couch. From the name itself, you know its a 3-seater couch but the space is ample. So, when you will be seating on this sofa, you won’t have to worry about suffocating the other person and vice versa. Coming to the design, the couch has a Chesterfield architecture, with the armrest and the backrest having the same height and the corners are curved to form a continuation. The too edges of both these structures have winged back, making the couch look marvelous. The fabric is available in multiple colors, and also varies in the fabric type.

Christoph Fabric Sofa Set

There are two ways to use this couch which makes it one of the most versatile fabric sofas that we have on Wooden Street. If you take a note of the general structure, there is a wooden mid end table that dissect the couch into two halves, each having a two seater space. The backrest turns sharply into the armrest but they have minimal thickness which sits well with the architecture of the couch. The wooden legs on the four corners are bent outwards, giving the couch a modern look. Here also, multiple fabric color options are present, starting with velvet indigo blue to plain classic brown.

Alpine Comfort Set

Just like the name sounds, this is one of the comfort most fabric sofas you can find on Wooden Street. The set consists of three different furniture types, all of which are meant to elevate your living room setting in terms of serenity, beauty, and comfort.

A 3 seater couch having extra cushion padded seats to provide the ultimate form of comfort.

A sofa chair with high backrest that continues to form the armrests. This chair also have a cushioned seat.

There are two ottomans having the same fabric print as of the sofa chair.

Earthen Comfort Set

In the Earthen comfort set, the 3 seater fabric sofa has a Chesterfield design, with the backrest and the armrests having winged backs. Also, the surfaces are covered with thumbnails embedded deep within the fabric. The seats have low piled cushions to make the couch more spacious. In this set too, you will have a single sofa chair and two ottomans- all three of which have the same fabric cover.

Ayres Fabric Sofa Set 3+1+1

The best part of this complete fabric sofa set is the amazing combination of colors- indigo blue fabric clad sofa framework and white colored sofa base. The armrests have a box structure with enough thickness to let you rest your arms comfortably. The backrest is slightly tilted and this too have a box architecture. The seats are added with cushion pads, making the couch more comfortable.

Conclusion

Since now you have met with the five best fabric sofas from Wooden Street, we hope that now you will be able to choose only what is best for you.

Here’s What Girish Ajmera our Customer from Thane has to Say About Us:

Henry L - Shape Right Arm Corner Sofa of Wooden Street. It was one of the best collections to my living room decor. The tufted headboard and the olive gold color is what I liked about the sofa. I would like to thank the entire team of Wooden Street for making my home beautiful.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Love this bright apt. in Madrid, Spain, combining old with new and all dressed up for the holiday.

Love how they casually wrapped blingy beads, Xmas balls and garlands over a simple branch. A vintage industrial stool acts as a table next to a traditional wing back chair.

Weathered leather Chesterfield sofa paired with a modern Lucite coffee table.

Behind the Chesterfield is a chippy industrial console table.

Assorted vintage chairs around a patinaed wood table with a collection of beautiful old mirrors grace the wall.

Love the way the lights are draped and cascading to a pool of light on the floor. (Seriously, if I did that in my house they’d think I’d gone mad.)

Lovely antique cabinet acts as a bar with a bookshelf on top.

Small galley kitchen in sleek modern white, softened by wood counter tops.

The bedroom is neutral with two stand-out pops of red via blankets folded at the end of the bed and a vase with matching florals.

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