#fiam mirror

[legohlas]

Transitional Living Room - Library

[naturepound]

Mudroom in Philadelphia

[elinkling]

Enclosed - Modern Living Room

[yellow-alien]

Dining Room Great Room Idea for a great room with a white floor and a medium-sized contemporary concrete floor and beige walls

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Any headcanons for Nyo!Canada?

I’m going to headcanon her name as Violet Matthew’s because I think it works for her. And I was unable to find a common name that people call her I just looked it up on the Hetalia Wiki and the fandom seems to not have picked a name for her soooooo. Here we are.

An absolute sweetheart with a heart of gold 🍁

Her home is decorated with all Sanrio, large stuffed teddy bears that are dressed in red and white ribbons with maple leaf charms.

Her closet definitely has a plethora of berry, bunny, and teddy bear-themed sweet Lolita-Fashion clothes. She attends tea parties with Alice in them and is active in her community of frilly friends.

She’s talented at sewing and embroidery. She even crafts some of her own hats and hair accessories.

She makes the most fantastic baked goods and of course, her famous Maple pancakes that never fails to light up the face of any who try. The soft fluff of the pancakes mixed in with the fresh butter that is made by a local farmer pulled together with the fresh farm eggs will make you pause and relish in the delightful flavor.

She can be timid unless she’s accompanied by her loud and rambunctious sister Amelia. Whom also gives her lessons on how to be brave. She’s learning slowly. But she still likes to keep to herself with her cat and talking bears up in the Canadian woods. She goes shopping every so often at the local markets down below in Saguenay, Québec .

She definitely stargazes on most nights when nights are calm and quiet and she enjoys the sound of the calm crisp winds that whistle past her ears. She also lights to watch her fair town illuminate at night with colorful lights that grace the river beside it. It’s where she does find her inspiration to create and comes up with new ideas to create embroidery patterns. She also does a little bit of light sketching while she lets her mind wander on the rooftop.

She enjoys the festivals that are put on ear year but her favorites are: The International Rythm of the World, FIAMS Festival des arts de à marionette a Saguenay, and Festival des Bières d’Alma. (She does like to get swifty from time to time with Beer or wine.)

She’s talented at ice skating and does beautifully executed Salchow jumps, Axel jumps, and her favorite : the Quadruple Axel. (Anya definitely helped her learn these moves together the two of them look like graceful swans.)

Her favorite musical artists are Taylor Swift, Porter Robinson, Benne, Shawn Mendes, to name a few. And yes, she totally dances around in her home and has fun with that for hours.

❤️ Her Psychology & Relationships ❤️

She can be co-dependent on her older sisters Amelia and Alice when they come to visit. What that looks like is she’s overly apologetic when Amelia or Alice cause a ruckus with their antics. Alice when she summons demons and it causes some poor shop owner, or anyone who may have been rude to have a haunting until she can get an exorcist or Alice herself to reverse herself. She even comes to the person who has been at the back end of the curse to bring them flowers, sweets, and an apology letter. When it’s Amelia, she usually has to apologize to anyone foolish enough to challenge her because they will usually end up in the hospital or sometimes dead.

Amelia somewhere in the background: “IT HAPPENED ONE TIME, DAMN IT AND IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!”

Viloet’s mantra in her head is something to the effect of if they’re upset about something she will do anything to fix it even if it’s something that is out of her control or not even her fault. She wants the two of them to approve of her and her activities constantly. It’s a hit or miss usually when she presents new trade deals, treaties, or economic plans when at world meetings. Violet does have to practice in a mirror for at least an hour or so before she goes to any world meetings. Her anxiety dictates that she has to do so unless she feels like she’ll fail miserably if she doesn’t. However, if you do listen closely she does quiver a little bit.

Her anxiety also applies to some of the things that she crates if she doesn’t deem it perfect then she won’t post it on her Pinterest or other social media that she uses on occasion.

Violet is close friends with Anya they are able to meet up every six months or so for a week to go shopping, go to a convention, go to a spa, and other fun things they do together and keep it on the down-low. Anya to some degree acts as her confidence coach and teacher her to stand up for herself by having rage room sessions and giving her tips on how not to give into her overbearing anxiety.

[mobilimobel]

The Christine mirror by Fiam features high temperature back silvered fused glass. Available as a square or rectangle. On display at Mobili Mobel. → https://ldbck.com/kXZeabNf → https://ldbck.com/kXZeabNf

[arredaremoderno]

Lollipop di @fiamitalia è lo specchio da parete presentato da @arredare_moderno dal design #delicato e #allegro. La sua figura e le sue forme arrotondate colpiscono e diffondono gioia e accoglienza nell’ambiente che lo circonda. #arredaremoderno #fiam #fiamitalia #arredamentomoderno #lollipop #specchiolollipop #specchiofiam #mirror #mirroreffect #mirrordesign #modernmirror #italiandesign #moderndesign #livingroom #fiammirror #followarredaremoderno https://www.instagram.com/p/BniQe-tlIcO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2geazqtyv6lh

[tynatunis]

Thanks to @antonella_pescetto Botanical mirror • #philipstarck #fiam#mirror #interiorgarden #genoa @viagaribaldi12

[architonicag]

Fiam Italia – LOLLIPOP | design by @marcelwanders Non un semplice specchio, ma un’opera d’arte per guardare la propria anima. @fiamitalia - #fiam #fiamitalia #mirror #design #fiamdesign #madeinitaly #glassculture #art #architonic

[ce-design]

POP Mirror 

By Fiam 

Designer Marcel Wanders

[phoenixduelist]

Pest was quick to free the hand from the tight bandage, head slightly cocked to the side as he inspected the damage dealt.

"Rosszul kezdett összeforrni, sajnálom, de helyre kell raknom, hogy teljes legyen a gyógyulás. De ne aggódj, láttam és gyógyítottam rosszabbat is." the man smiled softly at the Admiral

“He says the bones already started healing but in a bad place, he has to arrange them to the correct position.” Rozália translated immediately, a long pause before the second sentence

“And for you to not worry as he has seen and healed worse.”

A brief study of her reflection in a mirror, head quickly turned but she couldn't explain whenever because she despised the lady looking back or part of her wanted to be it. For it to not be a mask of truth, to be free from the seas' prison. But there was no going back, only for one last journey, a last lethal dance.

“If it makes you feel any better -because you're as tense as an arrowstring pulled tight-, Pest hasn't killed anyone on sea, only in the war on land.” Rozália tried to reassure him; yes, a drink would do good

At the mention of it, Pest briefly abandoned his hand to shuffle through his pockets, triumphantly pulling out a small, untouched bottle which he opened in front of Admiral as proof it wasn't tampered with.

"Pálinka." The doctor explained "Szilvapálinka, a fiam kedvence volt." he added with a pained smile

“It's...well, pálinka. I don't think there's an English equivalent? Also...it's a plum flavored one, it was his son's favorite.” her voice softened, he hasn't mentioned his son since he lost him. Too many memories, ties to the past came to the surface, maybe this mission was indeed a terrible idea. Before she could've lost control Pest asked for the herbs to put between bandages-ah yes, she almost forgotten about them, despite the discomfort they brought.

The Countess reached into the cleavage of her corset, readily getting rid of the two bags accompanied by Pest's momentarily shock at her choice of hiding them.

“What?” she raised an eyebrow before finally taking a liberatingly deep breath, the swell of breasts framed by the corset noticeably reduced “Do you think we would've been let in if I had more muscle on my chest than the guard?” she could hardly contain the amusement towards this step of the plan

Devil’s Honor

@ashortdropandasuddenstop

[warlock-enthusiast]

dresses

Phedre and Nithys (who belongs to @feylen ) have a talk and there is a marriage and dresses!

sfw

Wearing a dress turned out to be far more complicated than expected. 

Phedre tugged at the sleeves and the delicate embroidery, hoping that she wouldn’t ruin them somehow. Not to mention that she lost her way in the palace more often than not. Everything seemed to be made out of stone and gold and glass. Hard and unyielding it offered little space for plants and herself. Phedre longed for traveling far away and back to the rich forests of the continent, but she’d received an invitation and after everything it would’ve been rude to decline.

Her bare feet got cold from walking on marble and her neck hurt from studying all the paintings on the ceilings. Scenes from the glorious rise of the dragon empire. Auburn haired soldiers fighting against armies and monsters. It seemed natural to lose yourself in them.

She finally asked an imperial guard, which showed her the way to the counselor’s chambers.

Phedre knocked. “Nithys?”

“Yes, come in please.”

Nithys’s rooms seemed vast and open, cluttered though with books and parchment and memories of their past adventures. Some parts of slain enemies like a horn or a sharp tooth. It smelled like a library and a museum.

The tiefling stood in front of a mirror, carefully adjusting her dress.

“You look stunning.” Phedre regreted her words, because it seemed very silly to state the obvious.

She did, though. Covered in red and white and in fabric so thin at her back and sides that Phedre saw the skin beneath it. With a delicate pattern woven in that clung to her hips and breasts and a cape, which made Nithys look like an empress herself.

“I have to.” She sounded sad, a bit absent.

Phedre rubbed her neck. “I tripped over the hem of my dress three times already.”

Nithys tried to stifle her laugh. “You’ll learn, I’m sure.”

Phedre firmly believed that that had to be pure optimism. She missed being able to move freely and without all the fabric weighing her down. Even her armor, which offered a lot more protection than gauze.

“Would you mind doing my hair.” The white tresses looked freshly washed and flowed down her back.

“No! It’d be my pleasure.” Nithys’s hair was thick and perfect for braiding them and it actually gave her an excuse for touching it. Phedre carefully wove some strands together and watched her expression in the mirror. Nithys eyes had the same hollow look like all those weeks ago in… which city had it been? She couldn’t remember, but Fiam und Serenity had been attacked, then talked about marriage as the last way out, and for the first time Phedre understood that maybe Nithys’s feelings for her childhood friend were complicated and based on more than pure friendship.

She bit her lip and tugged a flower between two braids. “Are you… Is everything alright?”

Their eyes met in the mirror and Nithys sighed. “I don’t know. This wedding… This wedding is something that I need to accept.”

No one seemed sure, if Fiam even followed his heart or his lust for gold and riches and the opportunity to take revenge on his homeland. Serenity loved him. Blind to anything and happy to escape any further marriage plans.

“It doesn’t feel right, though?” Nithys closed her eyes.

“No. It doesn’t.” Phedre worked in silence then, following her own line of thoughts, while her fingers worked without pause. It’d been a comfort back on the road and still helped with calming her nerves. She hoped that no one would ask her to dance or to do courtly stuff. Phedre hoped for hiding behind pillars for the rest of the day. 

“Where is Dráven?” Nithys took a brush to put some color onto her cheeks.

“With Alessa probably. Helping her with the ceremonial armor. So many pieces and plates.” 

“Do they…?”

Shrugging, she put another flower into the braids. “They have to figure it out for themselves. I’m not going to intervene.” Dráven hadn’t either when Malcer held her hand for the first time and when he left to travel back to his home. His forest needed him more than she did and she had to face being alone again.

“Done!” Phedre put a last flower behind her ear.

Nithys took her hand and squeezed it. “Thank you.”

“Always.”

[mobilimobel]

The Christine mirror by Fiam features high temperature back silvered fused glass. Available as a square or rectangle. On display at Mobili Mobel. → https://ldbck.com/kXZeabNf

[mobilimobel]

Caadre curved glass mirror designed by Philippe Starck for Fiam. Available as a free standing and hanging version.

[mobilimobel]

Pop mirror by Marcel Wanders for Fiam Italia adds a bold statement to any room.

[mobilimobel]

Rosy mirror by Doriana and Massimiliano Fuksas and Lakes side tables by Studio Klass for Fiam. → https://ldbck.com/W4SiSa0Q