#compact layout

[alexc1ting]

old xian’s update

[waywardsalt]

i think more loz dungeons should’ve done what the ice ruins did and just give you the boss key right out the gate as proof of how fucked you are

[codecatalogueth]

Muted

🧩 Author: Pinky 🔗 Code Link: [Freebie] Muted on Toyhouse 💠 Use Type: Free to Use (F2U) 📄 Purpose: Character Profile 📝 Description: A soft and structured three-tab character profile layout with a clean, minimal aesthetic. This design balances visual charm and simplicity, featuring a sidebar image, vertical stat icons, and collapsible content panels. The three tabs—About, Summary, and Links—organize your character's core details, traits, trivia, and external links for easy viewing. Ideal for modern, casual, or slice-of-life OCs, and those who enjoy compact but readable layouts with cozy visuals.

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[flatsinkalyan]

Sai Mauli Titwala Floor Plan – Thoughtful Design for Comfortable Living

Discover smartly crafted living spaces at Sai Mauli, a promising residential project by Sai Ganesh Enterprises located on Ganpati Mandir Road, Titwala East. This upcoming development stands tall with a single 8-storey tower, offering 56 homes designed to meet the modern homeowner’s needs.

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Floor Plan Options:

1 BHK Apartments: Sized between 448 – 457 sq. ft., perfect for individuals and small families looking for a cozy yet functional home.

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Each floor plan is efficiently designed, ensuring maximum space utilization. With separate zones for living, dining, and bedrooms, these homes also feature well-ventilated kitchens, modern bathrooms, and inviting balconies that bring in natural light and breeze.

Why Choose Sai Mauli?

Located in a well-connected pocket of Titwala East

RERA-approved with clear legal standing

Fire safety systems and structural compliance

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Enjoy comfort-driven amenities such as:

Lush gardens

Dedicated yoga and meditation areas

Senior citizen and kids’ zones

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Stylish lobby and ample parking space

Sai Mauli brings you intelligently planned 1 & 2 BHK residences with a focus on space, comfort, and affordability—making it a smart choice for homebuyers and investors alike.

[towindisplay]

E cigarette display #customdisplays #vaperetail #factorydirect #retailin...

[kids-worldfun]

Making Room for Your Baby: Space-Saving Tips for Small Homes

Having a new baby brings excitement, but it also happens when many changes occur in your home. It is time to review one’s space, finding new ways to make it work with the growing family. It might be a small house or just a wish to reorganize things; whatever the case may be, the purpose is to get both a functional and cozy environment. Read ahead for some practical tips on how to get your home…

[shutterbulky]

Optimized Living: A 20-Square-Meter Tiny House with 2 Bedrooms and High-Quality Furnishings

In the realm of modern architecture, the concept of small, well-furnished houses has gained significant traction. Despite their limited space, these houses are ingeniously designed to provide comfort and functionality. The trend towards compact living spaces has given rise to numerous projects for mini-houses, with construction companies specializing in their development. Many construction firms…

[valonychroms]

Kitchen Chicago A mid-sized farmhouse kitchen remodel featuring an enclosed l-shaped cork and brown floor, recessed-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, quartzite countertops, a peninsula, an undermount sink, a gray backsplash, a porcelain backsplash, and stainless steel appliances is shown in the image.

[cloudsofbluesmoke]

New York Enclosed Kitchen Remodeling ideas for a mid-sized modern galley with a medium tone wood floor enclosed kitchen with an undermount sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, stainless steel appliances, no island, terrazzo countertops, a white backsplash, and a stone tile backsplash

[gunillamixtapes]

Kitchen Enclosed in New York Inspiration for a mid-sized modern galley medium tone wood floor enclosed kitchen remodel with an undermount sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, stainless steel appliances, no island, terrazzo countertops, white backsplash and stone tile backsplash

[keshascult]

Bathroom - Modern Bathroom

Gray and small minimalist 3/4 ceramic tiles Bathroom with open cabinets, white cabinets, white walls, a wall-mount sink, and quartz countertops in ceramic tile with a gray floor.

[bathroomrefurbishment]

Small bathroom ideas

Explore a collection of innovative ideas for small cloakroom bathrooms. Maximise your space with clever storage solutions, stylish layouts, and creative decor choices. Whether you're aiming for modern minimalism or traditional charm, find inspiration to transform your compact bathroom into a functional and visually appealing oasis. Visit: https://victoriaplum.com/blog/posts/small-cloakroom-bathroom-ideas

[fluffy-pawninja]

a- i accidentally refreshed my tumblr tab and now i see the new dash if you havn't refreshed your tabs yet, don't.

[kaikoikei]

( 𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔 )⠀𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖯𝖧𝖮𝖲𝖨𝖲

／⠀free gdoc template

⠀⠀a⠀／SITE THEMED⠀prose & muse template — to imitate a minimal black & white site with compact formatting and text. it's meant to be very simply to use with extreme comfort with customisation and utility. ⠀⠀＜METAMORPHOSIS＞⠀comes from an old server, accompanied with sci-fi themed remarks of distant humanity and anomalous backgrounds ― notations based off of a lack of humility inspired by ihnmaims.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

⠀﹙ ✦ ﹚⠀images with rounded corners are drawings. ⠀﹙ ✦ ﹚⠀every page has a separate table, and each are utilised by the "Table Options" > "Quick Layout" > "Centre". to make a new table on a new page, just select the whole table from another page, copy-paste and centre it through the quick layout. ⠀﹙ ✦ ﹚⠀it's meant to be a high-contrast template, where it's best utilised with gradients or two colours. ⠀﹙ ✦ ﹚⠀it can be used for both simple writing or minimally as a character sheet due to the lack of components or sections meant for specific descriptions.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗨𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 !

⠀⠀DO NOT REMOVE CREDIT⠀the main credit source is a small four-pointed star ( ✦ ) either in the header of footer of the first page of my docs. ⠀⠀TO COPY⠀—⠀file > make a copy ⠀⠀TO COPYLOCK⠀—⠀share > settings icon ( ⚙ ) > uncheck "Viewers and commenters can see the option to download, print, and copy"

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[leclerc-hs]

fille stupide - cl16

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader Summary: request from anon, in which you don't know French and a stranger helps you find your way back home Warning: 18+, SMUT, mean charles, degradation, some French (badly translated please correct me if needed), smut, smut, smut.... Word Count: 1808 Author's Note: I can't stop writing smut??? I think I hit every area the anon wanted!!! xo hope you like it lmaoooo also I wrote this so fast so it might not be my best work but I couldn’t sleep so I decided to write to pass the time. UPDATE: Also I just want to give a major shoutout to @dannyramirezwife for checking the translations for me!! It seriously means the world to meeee PART 2

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DESPITE MONACO'S REPUTATION as one of the smallest countries in the world, you found yourself defying expectations by getting lost. The common assumption that such a compact place would be easy to navigate proved to be a misconception, as Monaco’s intricate streets and unique layout presented a challenge, turning what seemed impossible into a reality. Your reality.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

The murmur of students passing by echoed, their conversations blending into a linguistic symphony of French, a language foreign to your ears. The decision to pursue the International University of Monaco, a place where the native tongue was French, felt like a bold and ambitious choice at first. The picturesque landscapes, the allure of the Mediterranean, and the prestigious academic reputation had drawn you in. 

However, as you stood outside the building, the reality of linguistic barriers hit you with full force. It seemed like every conversation, every announcement, and every piece of information was enveloped in a language you struggled to comprehend. Although, most knew English, it wasn’t the standard, and you were not yet adjusted to it. 

Panic surged through you as you hurriedly navigated the winding sidewalks, desperately trying to locate the building housing your apartment. Your focus was solely on scanning the towering buildings, hoping to spot a familiar one. The urgency of the situation compelled you to dart forward, not paying mind to those surrounding you. It was a recipe disaster, leading you to collide right into the body of another person.

“Mon dieu,” My God. The man said with a slight annoyance in his tone. “Regarde où tu marches!” Watch where you’re walking!

As the words were proclaimed, your eyes locked with a man’s gaze. He was the most stunning individual your eyes have ever beheld. His physique was tan, sculpted and taut, with biceps stretching the seams of his t-shirt. A pair of black sunglasses perched confidently on the bridge of his nose, adding an extra layer of allure to his presence.

You had absolutely no idea what he was saying. Although by the look of his furrowed eyebrows and tightened jaw, it was evident he was far from pleased. He removed his sunglasses, unveiling a pair of narrowed eyes.

Embarrassment tinged your cheeks as you stammered, “I’m so sorry!”

Under his scrutinizing gaze, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of smallness. His eyes, which you presumed to be green, were veiled in fury, making it difficult to discern their true color, yet undeniable captivating in their intensity. 

“Tu parles Français?” Do you speak French? A sly grin stretched across his lips slowly, reveling in your bewilderment. “Stupide, stupide fille,” Stupid, stupid girl. he added, savoring the moment.

Gazing downward, you focused on your feet, idly brushing your hands across the bottom of your white sundress. The garment was short, adorned with a little tied bow between your breasts and flower details.

“I’m a bit lost.” You muttered. “Would you be able to help me find my place?”

“I ne sais pas,” I don’t know. He persisted in speaking French, despite knowing you couldn’t understand. It felt as if he aimed to humiliate you, to provoke a sense of frustration or anger deliberately.

“Évidemment, je peux. Fille stupide.” Of course, I can. Stupid girl. He was mocking you and you didn’t even know it.

You let out an exasperated groan and sidestepped to make way for him, muttering a small ‘nevermind.’ However, as you moved, he followed suit, intentionally blocking your path and halting your movement.

“You shouldn’t be wearing dresses so short,” his fingers gently toyed with the thin strap of your dress. “It’s a bit windy for them.”

You felt the goosebumps rise on your skin from his touch alone. You frowned, “So, you do speak English?”

“Oui, la plupart des gens le font.” Yes, most people do. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as he continued speaking in French. While you acknowledged the need to learn the language, it felt like he was intentionally being cruel rather than helpful. “Are you in University?”

You nodded briskly, eager not to waste any time, especially since he finally seemed willing to be helpful.

“Most of the students live this way,” he mentioned, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he began to walk, essentially pulling you along with him. The touch of his skin against yours stirred butterflies in your stomach. Despite the fact he was insanely hot, you struggled to concentrate, almost forgetting the fact that he was behaving like a total asshole. 

He muttered French phrases to himself throughout the entire walk, small laughs escaping his lips while you remained clueless about what he was saying.

“Je veux te manger.” I want to eat you out.

“Tu t’habilles comme une salope.” You dress like a slut.

“Je vais te détruire.” I’m going to wreck you.

You weren’t sure what it was. Whether it was delusion from exhaustion or simply the undeniable sex appeal of the guy, the words, even though you didn’t understand them, strangely aroused you. 

Guiding you through the streets, he steered you into a lobby of a building that finally seemed familiar. “What number are you?” he inquired, referring to your apartment number. 

“Why would I give a stranger my apartment number?”

He scoffed, “I’m Charles. Not a stranger anymore. What’s the number?”

You didn’t give him the information because he convinced you that easily. It was more because he knew the area better than you. 

“0217? I think.” You replied, not entirely certain. The rush of your first day at university had left you with little time to settle in and memorize details. He didn’t seem to have much patience as he led you quickly up the stairwell and in front of a door with the numbers 0217 on it. You pulled out your key and unlocked the door, smiling as you finally pushed it open with success.

“Come in and have some water before you go,” You offered. It was the least you could do to express gratitude for his assistance. Your apartment was sparsely furnished, with only a mattress on the floor and several boxes scattered about.

“Sorry for the mess,” you bent over to pick up two water bottles from the case of water, your lace underwear with tiny hearts all over them peeking out for Charles view. He groaned loudly and unashamed.

Fatigue weighed heavily behind your eyes, but a persistent ache tugged at your stomach, insisting on the need to fulfill it.

“Mon dieu, j’ai besoin de t’avoir.” My god, I need to have you.

You rolled your eyes at the man as he said yet another sentence in French, handing him the water bottle. Rather than taking the water bottle from your hand, he grasped tightly onto your forearm and pulled you into him, the shock of his grasp causing you to drop the water bottle.

You felt your stomach tightening with need as his hands were on you once again. It was sick really. How this big of an asshole could turn you on so much.

“Rule number one, you can only roll your eyes when my cock is stretching your tight little pussy.” The scent of his cologne made your knees week. It was embarrassing. How quickly he was able to affect you. 

A soft gasp escaped your lips at his words, and your heart raced rapidly in response. He towered over your small frame, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at your flushed skin. A dead giveaway to how badly you were aching for him.

His hand swiftly pulled the strings of the dress, giving him full access to your breasts. He slipped his hand into it, pinching your nipple between his middle finger and thumb.

“On the bed.” His tone was demanding and authoritative, treating you like you were the dirt on the bottom of his shoe. Treating you like the slut that you were. “On your hands and knees.”

You rushed over to the bed, falling to your hands and knees, turning your head to look up at Charles behind you. Once he makes his way over, he grabs your hair and pulls you so your back is flushed to his chest, pulling your mouth to his. His tongue slips its way into your mouth, devouring you. The process is not entirely sexy. It’s urgent. Frantic. As if neither of you could have enough of one another.

He pulled away and spoke gruffly, as if he was angry with you. “Doesn’t even know a lick of French, stupide fille.” Stupid girl. He remarked, switching off between French and English.

Your dress was so short that he didn't even need to move it to see your panties. The dainty little hearts had him foaming at the mouth. So fucking cute.

“Fucking salope.” Slut. He pushes you back down, letting you fall back onto your hands as he pulled his pants down, freeing his cock.

You felt your mouth water at the sight. Just like him, his cock was beautiful. Perfectly smooth and dripping with pre-cum. You moaned as he pressed the head of his cock to your lace covered pussy, teasing you with it. You felt yourself growing needier, trying to push yourself onto his cock for more friction. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” He groaned, pulling your underwear to the side, and spitting directly onto your pussy. He did it as if he was spitting on the sidewalk, with no care and no respect, shoving two fingers into your heated center. He wasn’t gentle in the slightest. He was greedy, taking whatever he wanted from you. “Pathétique,” Pathetic. He sighs, shaking his head, "Such a cock slut."

Loud moans left your mouth as he stroked where you ached with his fingers before removing them and replacing them with his cock. 

“So fucking tight,” he hisses, his fingers grabbing onto the skin of your ass to add leverage as his continues to push deeper. To push harder. Your pussy squeezes him harder as he utters the words. “Tu aimes ça?” You like that? He muses on, “You like hearing what a tight pussy you have?”

“Dirty fucking slut.”

His hand reaches out and forces your head down onto the mattress, limiting your breathing. He’s completely unhinged. His hips relentlessly pounding into you. Fucking you like he’s mad at you. Fucking you like he hates you. With every thrust, a loud moan escapes your lips, echoing off the empty apartment walls.

“Come on my cock,” he demands. “Squeezing me like you’re going to come.” He states. You can hear the smirk in his voice. 

You feel yourself choking on your moans as it hits you. You’re now leaping over the edge of your orgasm. “That’s it,” he soothes, talking you through as you release all over his cock, but he doesn’t slow the roll of his hips into you. He pulls your face up from the mattress, his hand holding you up by the back of your neck. You’re completely limp, practically nothing but a toy for him to use. 

“Charles,” you’re yelling his name repeatedly.

At the sound of your voice yelling his name, he quickly pulls out and comes undone, releasing all over your backside. He collapses beside you, both of you trying to catch your breath. You both lie there, unmoving, just staring at each other.

“You should really learn French.” He laughs, a smug smile forming on his lips. You can’t help but laugh in response. 

“Maybe you can teach me?” 

“Peut être.” Maybe.