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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year ago

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gorgeous girl ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 690

content ; sexually explicit content, lingerie, mild themes of body worship, groping, clothed sex acts

fandom ; encanto

pairing ; luisa madrigal x gender neutral reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

If there was ever something you were certain of it was that Luisa Madrigal, your Luisa, was the most beautiful woman in the world. With those perfect coffee-bean brown eyes that you could get lost in for hours at a time, those chocolate curls that were so very soft that you couldn’t help but long to run your fingers through them and make all of her worries and stresses disappear, if only for a short while. Of course that’s not to mention her muscular figure (which you were naturally rather drawn to), but your Luisa was more than just her gift and her beauty reached far beyond the swells of her biceps or the breadth of her shoulders.

For example, it glimmered through whenever she smiled. Those confident self assured smirks she gave to the denizens of the village whenever they sought out her help, promising them that she’d come to the aid immediately with a determination in her tone that never failed to make you swoon. Those shy half smiles she sent your way whenever her family weren’t looking, combined with the slightest brushes of her fingertips against your own beneath the dining table as you stood side by side. Those face splitting grins that came over her whenever one of her sisters (or Camilo, even) said something that made her laugh — that bellowing, sonorous, church bell laugh so contagious that you couldn’t help but chuckle alongside her even if you didn’t even hear or see whatever left her so very amused.

Though that’s not to say you were completely blind to the beauty of her body, no, you just tried not to let your appreciation for her strong silhouette influence you too much outside of the bedroom. Tried desperately to not let your eyes linger on the defined curve of her calves or the strong swells of her arms when you were both out and about or, heaven forbid, around her family. But when you were in the privacy of her bedroom you let all pretences of politeness slip away so that you could show your Luisa just how beautiful she was.

How beautiful she is now, in this moment, all spread out before you on her bed like a piece of artwork to be adored and admired.

And admire you did.

Admiring the way the translucent, navy blue lace clung to the curves of her breasts, floral patterns delicately spreading out across her broad chest and blossoming into shapes too intricate to make out, leaving just enough to the imagination as they went. Leaning down to press kisses as light as butterfly wings against the textured fabric, chuckling at the way her breath hitched and her chest arched upwards into your lips each time you made contact — so very sensitive, how cute.

Worshipping the way the sheer layer atop it fluttered down further than the lacy bra could reach, just barely tickling against the midpoint of her stomach whenever she moved even the slightest bit. Tracing odd patterns across the expanse of her abdomen over the thin material and delighting in the way she chuckled and writhed beneath you, adorable even in such erotic wear but you’d have expected nothing else from her.

Praising her for spreading those strong legs wide to show off her pretty, matching underwear for you when you asked, just barely stopping herself from slamming them shut again when you reached down to gently trace a fingertip along her damp slit through the flimsy fabric. The shaky moan she let out was heavenly and so you did it again, and again, and again, one hand rubbing soothing circles on the outside of her thigh whilst the other toyed with her clothed pussy, trying to coax as many sounds from her lips as possible — eagerly basking in every moan and gasp and whimper and groan and cry of your name that she gave you,

Yes, your Luisa was beautiful, but tonight she was truly radiant. And you intended to spend the whole night showing her just how much you loved her and how lucky you felt to have her.

She only deserved the best.

#sleepingdeath #minors dni #ageless blogs dni #ageless blogs will be blocked #minors don’t touch #minors fuck off #disney smut #disney x reader #encanto smut #encanto x reader #luisa madrigal smut #luisa madrigal x reader

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multiwreckedmess · 2 years ago

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February Filth Fest - Day 23

Pairing: Artist!Hyunjin x older!fem!reader Prompt: Cheating/Creampie WC: 3.2k Summary: LIfe is exhausting and mediocre for most days of the year. Especially when you feel invisible. Hoping to drown your weekday sorrows with a glass of wine and loved ones you visit a friend’s gallery opening. Maybe your husband should’ve gone too. TW/CW: INFIDELITY, Hyunjin likes that you are married, unprotected penetration (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, age gap not stated specifically, reader called whore, under discussed kinks, really all of this is not very safe.

once again this is fiction do not do this. please discuss things with your partner. i’m so serious do NOT use fiction as a guide for your intimate life.

“Can’t you just go to that fucking gallery thing alone?” The flicker of the tv bounces off the white wall of your living room. “You know I have zero fucking interest in that bullshit anyway.” “Yes dear, I know. You’ve told me” You’re totally unable to hide the exasperation in your voice. Not that he’d hear it, not that he’d care. Not that your husband ever cared about your interests despite how happy they made you. Still you invited him to gallery openings, art fairs, even a history of sports photography special expedition that you had no interest in but you’d hoped he might be interested in. It was all in vain.

It hurt, having to tell your friend that once again you’d be showing up without your plus one. You’d warned her that it was unlikely he’d make an appearance but you’d try your best. Still you could see the flicker of disappointment as she joked with you that at this point she was starting to doubt that your husband even existed. “Well there is wine to soothe your soul, and several beautiful paintings to bless your eyes! Just have a glass and do a once-through before you hurry home to hubby.” Half smiling, you reach out and touch her arm, “he’ll be fine. I’m fine. I’m excited!”

Truth was you were exhausted, pouring yourself whatever white wine was open into your small clear plastic cup. The art on the walls was of only passing interest. Her specialty was “emerging” artists. Certainly what was shown was work of people still developing their craft, derivative but pretty. A small floral series catches your eye along the central wall, a cluster of smaller paintings surrounding one large canvas. “HYUNJIN” The placard reads. “A Study of She.”

On the largest canvas, laid languidly on its side a seemingly naked figure of a woman is sketched. A beautiful bouquet traveling from the figure's toes blooming brilliantly at its stomach, wrapping up to a floral explosion at its head. The flowers have a brilliant rough texture to the paint, thick strokes from a stiff brush. The next a watery lily painted with thin water colors contrasts the previous large bold artwork. Even its colors are soft and delicate in comparison to the bold slabs of oil paints. “It’s the female orgasm.” The man is all legs; dressed in all black with a thin gold chain framed by his v-neck. “You must be Hyunjin.” His eyes light up, “is it that obvious?” On quick appraisal he knows he’s handsome. The playful smile on his face seems to suggest this at the very least. It’s vaguely aggravating because he has a right to think as much of himself. “What right do you have to capture the female orgasm on a canvas?” Hyunjin wanders closer, speaking in a hushed tone. “I’d like to think I'm intimately familiar with it.” This self-assured bastard. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Surely not as familiar as Georgia O’Keeffe. It’s a good effort but…well you’re young.” “And you’re…?” You give him a withering glance, debating whether or not you want to chide him for asking a woman her age. “Older than you.” “And you reference O'Keeffe because your passing knowledge of her comes from popular culture? Otherwise I’m sure you’d know how frequently she denied it.” “I do know!” Your cheeks burn. The wine is gone from your glass. “Based on the sophomoric description of the composition I’d assumed you did not.”

Hyunjin looks you up and down, eyebrow cocked. “So you don’t feel I’ve captured it accurately then?” This time your stomach flutters. You try to tamp it down, walking away quickly to refill your glass. Hyunjin follows closely. “Please allow me.” His gaze locked with yours he fills your glass and then his own perfectly, halfway up the glass, without looking. “I am very curious as to your experience with it. If you’d care to share what I missed.” Chugging your wine you gulp deeply, avoiding his persistent stare. “I’m…not sure. I’m not an artist…I don’t have the language for it.” “Well, just tell me how it feels for you. What colors or textures come to mind? Objects, places, people, really anything.” It’s difficult to avoid him now. You pour yourself a third glass. “Is it better than chocolate?” Hyunjin says playfully, grinning at you like the Cheshire cat. “Nothing? Really? A learned woman such as yourself surely-” “No. Nope. I really…I don’t remember. I don’t know. I don’t even know that I’ve-” You wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole in front of him. It’s something you had avoided telling everyone in your life, friends and lovers alike. Your secret shame. At first you’d thought maybe it was the jitters from the deed. Then as you had more partners you figured maybe it just was something broken inside you. Either way you’d never managed to orgasm. Not that you thought anyway. Nothing had ever happened that felt even close to the bombastic fireworks that pop culture had described. His eyes flare, jaw dropping as though he’s heard the juiciest piece of gossip in the world. “You don’t KNOW? How can you critique my painting when you don’t know? Tsk, you have less of a right than me to talk about the fem-” “Can you not say it?” you interrupt, placing your hand firmly over his mouth. “I don’t need the whole room knowing.” Hyunjin kisses your palm, his lips firm and full. Retracting your hand he’s silently giggling. “I’m going to remedy that. C’mon.” Hand secure around your wrist he walks you to the back of the gallery, past his paintings, though an inconspicuous door painted white. You’d been back here before to drop off lunch on a couple occasions but now in the dark Hyunjin is navigating the corners of the tiny hallway with incredible speed. You realize he’s dropped your wrist and you’re following him of your own curiosity. You could turn around easily to return to the party and never know what he meant about “fixing” your situation. Except your legs keep moving forward as his blonde hair bobs in front of you at an increasing distance.

“What? Wait, Hyunjin! What do you mean?” This time you grab his wrist, halting him amongst the clusters of desks and filing cabinets housing obsolete hardcopies of receipts for long-sold artworks. Eyes glinting in the dim light he replies, “oh come on. You’re older than me, aren’t you?” You splutter, “yes. I am. But-” Paused in the office space, time holds still. The sounds of the party in the distance buzz in the background dully and just for that second it’s only the two of you that have ever existed. Slinking up to you he weaves his fingers with yours, playing briefly with your wedding band. “I’m going to make you cum. And then we can have a conversation about my art.” To be honest, your husband doesn’t even enter your mind. The beautiful stranger in front of you is already promising more than your husband had ever in your time of being married. You breathe out, “okay.”

Pulling you to the end of the row to two office doors. Quickly Hyunjin jiggles the handle of one and clearly finding it locked, jiggles the other. For a second you mourn the journey that never was, the anticipatory knot in your stomach loosening somewhat. But the door pops open with a sharp squeak and he pulls you in with him. Conglomerations of dark shape’s you’re sure should be familiar to you bunch in equally shadowed corners. The rumble of an office chair being shoved away sticks out against the murmurs of the party filtered through the windows.

Hyunjin is stronger than he has any right to be, arm looping around your waist to hold you pelvis to pelvis. The sudden intimate position has your heart plummeting down into your sex, awakening it from its thousand year slumber. Gasping, the twinge is so forceful your knees knock into each other, thighs clenching. “You cannot be this easy to crack.” Hyunjin smirks, breath playing across your lips. “I’m not!” You try to sound intimidating, forceful, but with your arms folded into your chest and fists pressed together it’s a difficult gambit. He presses your butt to the lip of the desk, leg propping between yours. “I don’t want you to think you can’t get out of this. Just say the word, I will stop and never say a word of this to anyone.” The scent of rose soap clings faintly to his neck. It's faint enough to feel like a wild hallucination. How can he even smell floral? You don’t want him to stop, you want him to want you. It feels so good to feel wanted. Subconsciously you twist the band on your finger. The band pulls uneasily at your skin, tighter than you remember it being, too difficult and too obvious to remove. Searching the room for anything but his face to look at your eyes fall on a small glinting plaque on the wall. “This is my best friend's office,” you choke on your ambition. “This is my boss's office,” he shrugs, still trying to make eye contact. Looking at the desk, papers strewn to your sides. The most precarious place you’ve ever hooked up. “Do you think she’ll mind?” “Do you think I care?” He teases with a lilt. “Do you care?” Twisting your ring more frantically as though the friction could burn it from your finger you mumble “I’m-I don’t.” Cupping your hands with his, Hyunjin kisses your knuckles. “Are you a ravishment girl or a slow and steady girl?” He asks with a tilt to his head, finally catching your gaze. “I don’t think I know.” You are breathless as he brings your hands to his shoulders. Finding your waist again he slowly starts to encourage your hips on his thigh. The increased bloodflow already has you sensitive, hissing into the rocking motion. “That’s it- quick learner. Doesn’t that feel good? Rubbing yourself on my thigh like a whore.” You duck your head into his shoulder, stifling a moan so only he can hear the breathy note escape your lips. The gentle stimulation is pleasantly frustrating. Just enough to rile the butterflies in your stomach but not enough to coalesce into a singular form. Your moans grown in vigor and volume along with your impatience. It’s close. You know the close feeling, if you just clench harder or go faster or press harder -- but it’s all for naught. “Just a bit more love, just a bit,” Hyunjin swoops in, nibbling on your earlobe. You grunt in anguish, “Hyunjin. It’s not going to fucking work. This doesn’t ever fucking work. I’m going to fucking wring your neck.” “Alright alright!” He laughs, fitting himself between your thighs, the wet spot on your tights suddenly cool with the blast of night air. “Feisty for an old lady!” “Overconfident brat-” Hyunjins lips meet yours suddenly, passionately, ripping away the air from your lungs. “Will your husband care if I ruin your tights?” Googly eyed, your jaw hangs, “no, I don’t even think he knows that I wear tights,” you reply out of breath.

It takes one sharp tug at the flimsy seam to rip the two halves of your tights apart at the crotch. He plunges two fingers into you easily, slick warm walls welcoming him in. “Fuck, love, you’re soaked. Does he know how fucking wet you get?” You squirm as he leverages his entire forearm to thrust into you. Shaking your head tears well up in your eyes. The intense arousal pools and bubbles like a cauldron in your stomach. The crook of his fingers is just enough to caress your inner walls like he is stroking your belly button through your spine. It twists your gut and has you bucking back at him for more. Hyunjin seems pleased with your inability to respond, kissing you greedily. “I didn’t think so.” You clench harder down around him, chasing what feels like a peak, a summit just a little farther from your grasp. “Fuck!” You finally yell, the wound up energy slowly trickling back down. As long as his fingers are and as skilled as his work is, there just isn’t enough to push you the last few steps. Tears finally roll freely down your cheeks. “I’m so close. I’m closer than I’ve ever been!” You wail. Hyunjin pulls his fingers from you, licking them clean before cradling you in his arms. “Hey, hey. All you need is a little more attention okay? I’ve got you. I’m paying attention.”

His tender kisses surprise you, fingers still tracing the outline of your slit in your ruined underwear. Slowly kissing your neck, basking in the pauses between your breaths, listening, really listening to what your body is saying. You can’t remember the last time someone has treated you this delicately. Certainly not your husband, who would’ve cajoled himself into by now and already left you to clean yourself, still unsatisfied. Instead Hyunjin holds you, letting the pads of his fingers tease your clothed clit, slowly working you to a trembling mess on the desk. “Hyunjin?” You whine his name, undignified and shaking. “Yes, love?” His pitch also shifts higher to match yours, mouth parted and eyes dilated. You’d never begged a man a day in your life but here you were in a musty studio office on your friends quarterlies. “I need it, I need it now.”

Pushing your underwear aside he slowly feeds his cock to your hungry cunt. Slick enough the stretch is the only thing that keeps him from bottoming out easily. The extra pressure from his swollen member is exactly what you need. Hyunjin cautiously thrusts into your warm, wet hole. Barely moving so that you can adjust and so he doesn’t cum immediately. Placing his thumb at your clit he works in circles, feeling you clench down around him, watching your eyelids flutter. Mouth wide your tiny breaths come quicker and more shallow and he smiles. “Feeling good?” Every nerve in your entire body goes off like someone setting ablaze to a fireworks store. You think you’re dying. Your heart pauses and skips, breathing stops. You fight to keep your eyelids open but your vision goes blank. “Shit,” you mutter, weak and shaking. “Hyunjin-fuck-” you writhe below him, each nerve ending washing from white hot to icy cold, blooming from your center outward like frost crackling on a window pane. “Oh my fuck,” you grab the back of his neck with both of your hands and kiss him roughly, walls pulsing and pulling him deeper. “Thank you,” you mutter, breaking the kiss. “Can you go again?”

In theory you know people can have more than one orgasm. In your current state you wonder how they withstand the sheer physical labor of it all. The rush of oxytocin sweeping your body makes you want to take a nap, just slide the rest of the way back on the desk with his cock fully in you and rest. On the other hand now that you’ve experienced it you can’t help but fear you may never feel it again. “I’m tired…” you whine. Hyunjin circles his hips inside of you, “I know love, just take it okay? I promise I’ll give you another one before I’m done with you.” You nod, cock drunk, each word is like a honey coated pill swallowed easily down. His gentle thrusts jostle you, almost unable to resist the push and pull of his cock in your walls. Carefully he takes you down from the desk, resting your torso on the damp papers. Re-entering your swollen cunt he groans, fingers curling into the flesh of your hips. “Pussy’s so tight. What’s wrong with your husband? We’d fuck so much the next guy would feel the imprint of my cock in you.” He growls in your ear, hot breath tickling your neck as he rolls his hips against the plump flesh of your ass. “Should I take a picture for him? Show him what you like? Leave a nice video tutorial on how to fuck his wife? Tell him who made his wife cum for the first time.” Squealing, fingers scrambling, you reach back for him, “Hyun-hyunjin!” The new position feels dirtier, less intimate, closer to your natural forms. He grunts with each punishing thrust. Teeth gritted into a smile. A cool drop of sweat travels from his forehead down and drops to your mid back as he hunches over you, hands pinning your waist to the desk as he uses you. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll fuck you nice and good for him.” He smacks your ass with a responding wallop, sending reverberations through your spine. “Tell me, do you let him use this hole?” He asks in a sing song, thumb working your slick against your puckered hole. “N-no- but-” you splutter and wiggle. “Hm, shame, maybe just a taste then?” The first knuckle of his thumb pops past your tense ring and the world goes technicolor. Blues and purples of the shadows look bright and jagged, peeling away from the white plaster. Every ridge and vein of his dick are prominent in your walls, leaving your mouth hanging dumbly. And then he starts matching his thrusts with the digit. Face pressed to the wood, toes twitching, you’ve lost all sense of shame. At this point anyone could walk in and you’d be totally unphased. Breath knocked out of you in groans and hisses your cunt is already tensing and releasing, working him in time with his hips. “Hyunjin it’s-oh fuck-it’stoomuch!” You slur your works together, eyes screwed shut. Hyunjin is shaking too, dripping with sweat as he gingerly reaches down to fix your hair sticking to your damp face. “You can take it, love. Just a little more. Take it like the whore you are.” You choke on your inhalations, “fuck.” This time your release is almost violent. Gasping and gripping, your entire body fighting the friction that is slowly driving you insane. You could swear he was reaching deep inside your body, rearranging intestines to make room for himself. Body going stiff, the vision in front of you closes in again, cradling you in darkness. “Fuck! Fucking cum on my cock,” harsh and demanding he snaps against you as your cunt drenches him. Tight wet heat enveloping him, he snarls. “Milking me like that, gonna make me cum inside that thirsty lil pussy.” Almost boneless beneath him he collapses stiffly on top of you. His cock pulses hard inside of you as it shoots his release into your throbbing walls.

Hearts beating in flashes of reds and blues the night is calm.

You don’t want to go back out there, the party having dwindled far too thin for your absence not to be missed. Hyunjin presses flat a wrinkle in the back of your dress, the sticky cool wet remainders of your tryst still staining you beneath the facade. Your tights are stuffed in his pants pocket, his own trophy to take home tonight. Hyunjin coughs, holding out his business card to you as you both re-enter the gallery. “If you ever want to talk about art, give me a call.”

all of this is inspired by the “hotter than you ex better than your next’ shirt from like a year ago. Yes i STILL think about that.

Also i’m sorry i’ve been away!!!! i am trying to battle my want to write 28 days of literally 3k long fics and being physically and mentally unable to. I’ll be posting them slowly as i go!!

#hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #february filth fest

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stellariah · 8 months ago

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Ellie's Closet: Barbatos edition

⊹ content: these are Ellie's redesigns of the dateables' closets after they burn all their current clothes. Next up is Ellie's former BFF, the stunning, loyal Barbatos (who is somehow more intimidating than Diavolo). ⊹ warnings: none. ⊹ a/n: Ellie is my first Obey Me OC. You can visit their Devilgram HERE! The comments are written from Ellie's perspective. Though I love all the characters, Ell has a variety of feelings. I did these outfit re-dos a long time ago so some images may be familiar. Post set up inspired partially by the Princess Diaries makeover scene.

Only Ellie can take THIS and THIS:

And give you....⊹˚₊

Barbatos: Tops

⊹ Barb's Human World outfit is actually beautiful (minus the warm colour triangular patterning) and suits him well. However, Barbatos is an intimidating, mysterious, and mystical demon and his style just does not reflect that. ⊹ Corsets are an absolute MUST, especially those that have romantic detailing and beading/chains. ⊹ The tops remain mostly loose and flowy in a variety of materials with corsets or cummerbunds to add definition. Teal, black, and white are the main colours with purple as an accent. ⊹ Material focus: satin/silk, crepe, chiffon, velvet, lace, cotton

Barbatos: Bottoms

⊹ Tall boots suit Barb so well, so bottoms will be mostly skinny/straight cut pants or long, loose skirts. ⊹ The bottoms are mostly black with some longer tops/capes and/or accessories used to draw other colours (mostly teal) down. ⊹ Leg harnesses are a must, so much so that Ell got pants that specifically had the harnesses stitched in. ⊹ Material focus: silk/satin, leather, cotton, crepe

Barbatos: Accessories

⊹ The accessories is where Ell focused on adding that mystical touch, drawing on a large variety of materials, textures, and shapes to create a magical, timeless feeling. ⊹ Ell feels a bit sad at the lack of floral for Barb, but felt too much of it would be overpowering. They tried to incorporate more floral elements here, especially in Barb's footwear. ⊹ The classic white gloves are fine, but uninteresting. Black suits Barb better and using fingerless gloves with different materials fits this new wardrobe better. ⊹ Material focus: pearl, black metal, mesh/fishnetting, leather, velvet

©stellariah 2024 | do not copy, repost, translate, or feed my work to AI. All clothing images are from Pinterest. Obey me artwork is ©NTT Solmare Corp.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #obey me barb #om barb #obey me headcanons #.⊹˚₊sio-thinks #ell's closet mini series

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slocumjoe · 2 years ago

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How the Companions would decorate their homes

...and how I would lose my goddamn mind wrestling with Tumblr's formatting nightmare hellworld.

sorry to anon who requested this, I deleted your ask while fighting for my life :[

Cait; The punkest of punk design; whatever the hell makes her happy. Would take interest in things she previously never cared much for, like music, or tinkering, or model making. So, you'll have posters and vinyls of her favorite bands and artists everywhere, tools and materials strewn about flat surfaces. Lots of reds and plaid/flannel. Likes big couches you can sprawl out on and thickly-knit, chunky blankets. Think of pop art with darker colors, chaotic patterns. Loves warm, bright lighting, dim areas remind her of the Combat Zone. Her spaces are messy, but freeing and charismatic. Her style is best described as rocker college dorm room. Reminiscent of Chloe Price's room, but more mature and with less teen melodrama. Would have lots of candles. Has a statement shelf with feature lighting for unique alcohol bottles.

Codsworth; Post-modern. Modern is medium-toned, neutral colored, and somewhat minimalist. Post-modern likes colors, soft shapes, having art as part of the house itself. Bright wood paneling, one-line artwork wallpaper, multiple colors in one room. It's very birds of paradise in color pallet. Brown suede couches are a classic. Lots of plants. It's inspired by 1950s, but with bouncier aesthetics, where 1950s can feel stiff. Codsworth wouldn't want anything too out there, though. Dani Dazey is kinda close to what he'd enjoy, but tone down the amount of color, go less crazy with the decals. But otherwise, bright colors, patterns, textures—that's the vibe. Just a less plastic 1950s, and it doesn't have the Great Depression's fingerprints all over it. I would have said something Colonial, or classic British, but I didn't want to think exclusively about his accent. Codsworth is chipper, he's friendly, he invites people over. Something fun, welcoming, and optimistic is up his alley.

Danse; However he got the house/apartment, it would stay that way. Danse does not provide for himself like that. It wouldn't be until he made friends that his residence would have personality. Nick gets him an orange-patterned bedspread that's a lot more neon than it looked in the store. Cait gets him a retro CD player and wall-mounted CD case displays. Preston and Deacon team up to repaint everything minty green and install walnut wood paneling. The furniture is gone the next day, replaced with lodge-style log-and-leather. Everyone pitches in something different, something from their own tastes. As a result, Danse's space would be a constant visual reminder that he's loved, and gaudy as fuck. Nothing matches. The colors are everywhere. Textures? A nightmare. You could kill Ty Pennington with this house. There's a giant mural of cats having mimosas and he isn't sure how or when it got there. Loves it, but...who...why...

Curie; I really struggled with Curie. I first went with French Provincial, then French Farmhouse, French Country, Rustic Glam, Scandinavian, Flemish, bauhaus, pastel bauhaus...I felt like I was trying to convince myself of everything. Nothing fit her. Eventually I settled on girly vintage. The thing with vintage is that technically, 'vintage' has like 70 years of vastly different styles. So...you get a little bit of Victorian-esque, a little bit of art deco, Hollywood Regency...imagine a really nice Barbie dollhouse. That's the vibe, just make everything blues, greens, and purples instead of pink. Curie has a bit of an older grandma vibe. Floral quilts, Wedgwood china dishware and cabinets, antique paintings. I imagine she'd repaint or reupholster her furniture, if not get it new. Definitely has white or blue painted furniture, rather than open wood. Ornate vanity, seashell wallscone lighting, embroidered curtains, kidney desks, corner cupboards...Curie's style is elegant, a little outdated, cherubic, and somewhat saccharine. Would have naturalistic wallpaper with flora and fauna.

Deacon; Like Danse's, but intentional. He's extremely fond of furniture made to look like other things. Mushroom ottomans. Fried egg light switches. Wall-mounted shelving/hangers that are open, grabbing hands. Toucan table lamps. Surrealist thrifter in style. Goes to yard sales, estate sales, those sales put by storage unit owners when a tenant doesn't pay. Grabs the weirdest shit he finds. A McDonalds sign from Thailand. A taxidermied rabbit. A Bigfoot track mold. His walls are never the same color or wallpaper. The kitchen is mint green, the living room is pink and orange, his bedroom is black and blue. Maximalist. There's a story behind every item in his space and good luck figuring out which are true. The least chaotic room is the bedroom, decorated simply with space/star aesthetics. Most chaotic? The empty hallway filled with wall-phones. Only one of them is real. The others go off only when the real one does. He won't tell you this before housesitting.

Gage; You'd think it'd be a Male Living Space. No. Gage is a mean, old, materialistic [sexuality redacted] man. He has tastes. He has standards. Will act like it's a Male Living Space keep up appearances, but his place is probably one of the more expensive. It's fine, money isn't an issue for him. Favors greens, yellows, browns, lots of swampy colors. Steals streetsigns and hangs them up. Weaved and leather furniture, linens, animal pelts, mounts. Worn teak wood, cream walls, travertine floors. If this sounds luxurious, consider that Gage lives here. Unclean. Has no bed frame, only a mass of sheets and pillows. The most pristine places in his house are the coffee maker's counter, and the spaces for his pet lizard, who roams freely like a small dog. The lizard is the only thing keeping him from smoking indoors. So many fucking books everywhere, all dog-eared to death. Has stolen something from every party he's ever been to. Keeps them on display. Has a worrying amount of wedding cake toppers.

Hancock; Psychedelic culture-nerd hippie meets a grizzled ex-starlet who moonlights as a show girl. Think Whimsigoth, without the victorian influence and a lot more drippy shapes. All light sources are lava lamps. Conversation pit that you could meet God in. Many colors, most of them moody and 'sleepy'. Stereo system through the entire space. Paints on his walls whenever he's feeling creative/high, they're constantly changing. Has to scrape off the paint every so often. Collects movie memorabilia, particularly horror movies. Has masks, outfits, props. His kitchen/dining room is unintentionally Japanese-eqsue in style, in that the table is low, and you sit on beanbags. Really not into dealing with chairs in the morning. Hancock's ideal furniture is made of moldable jelly, him being a cat in spirit. His office is a complete divorce from the other rooms. It's entirely 1700s luxury Colonial in style. Dark mahogany woodwork, deep reds and blues, a (electric) chandelier. Big library.

MacCready; Eclectic. This style is defined by maximilism, mismatched everything, lots of tchotchkes. The core tenent of it is that it takes whatever looks good from other styles. It's magpie core. It's how the gremlin thief in your DnD campaign would style a home. So, lots of different kinds of fabrics, many shelves for trinkets, posters of all kinds on the wall. You ever make a wall with just the posters, signs, etc in your settlements? That's what he does. In canon, MacCready likes midnight blue and leopard print, but I can see olive greens as well. Very messy and busy. Raw wood furniture seems like it would be a good fit for him. Would have a big entertainment center, very nerdy space. I think Rodrick Heffley's and Eddie Munson's bedrooms are a good way of getting an idea. Kind of basementy, kind of glamrock. He's 22, what do you want from him? Very much "baby's first place." Duncan's room would be more child-friendly, lighter colors and softer furniture. His drawings always get hung up wherever there's space.

Nick; Also struggled with this one...I didn't want to just make him Victorian/Gothic, that felt too obvious. But...it's obvious because it's correct. It just is. His name is Valentine. He has a neon pink sign with hearts on it. This man is modern Victorian meets dingy alleyway in a Hollywood noir film. So, we're looking at victorian settees and woodwork (which is when the walls are carved all fancy, by the by), lots of dark colors, leathers, a fireplace to stare into broodily with a glass of whiskey. We'll also need a bit of industrial to blend the Modern Victorian and Urban Night vibes, so some dark brick/stone, perhaps? Or industrial light fixtures. In terms of materials, the aforementioned leather, but also velvet and dasask fabrics, marble, and rosewood, possibly treated to bring out the red, or be made darker. This space is mostly dark and black, with pops of pink, purple, and blues. Would definitely need an LED indirect lighting for mood setting. It's not as dark like X6-88's home, though, it's more intimate and warm. Heavier emphasis on coziness and inviting auras. Nick's home is an older queer man's home, so obviously it's a little extra, a little theatrical. Has a sweet cocktail bar setup, will make you a martini while you unveil your tragic backstory.

Piper; Also eclectic, but brighter and with some intellectualism. So, more vintage, but bolder and more assertive than Curie's vintage. The best thing I can do it point you towards Arianna Danielson's blog, and ask that you imagine most of those pinks to be darker, or just red. Similarly, Dani Klaric and Tay Beep Boop's viral design. That vibe of confidence, a little bit of feminine rebelliousness, and generally just spunky. A crucial item would be book paper lighting shades. It clashes but Piper would be into it. I imagine she'd want the place to be fun for Nat, satisfy that little girl urge for Maximum Colors. Piper would have a messy as hell writing room, papers everywhere, red-string corkboards, coffee cups. Collection of vintage newspapers, lots of plushy rugs and pillows, probably has weird little knickknacks hidden about. The type to have rubber ducks in her fridge and refuse to elaborate. Don't question the writing process.

Preston; Walnut, shiplap, rattan, navy blue. Reeves Connally put me on this combination and now I'm spreading the propaganda. People have feelings on rattan but it deserves more respect, just like Preston. His style is best described as hygge with a beachy edge. Hygge is all about neutrals, extremely soft and squishy fabrics and furniture, warm ambient lighting, and worn wood. Fairy lights everywhere. Cozycore, really. Blue and shiplap walls, walnut flooring, rattan furniture. Blues + white + sandy + rich brown. Best combo. Fucking fight me. Chunky wool blankets, velvet for more decorative cloths, like drapery or the fabric of the seat cushions. For decor, you're looking at handdrawn maps, paper light fixtures/shades, plants kept in colored glass vases, nature photography, a reading nook filled with historical fiction and textbooks. I can also see hanging greenery. Preston's space is refreshing, energizing, but not bombastic. I imagine he has a kitchen island with stools, but no dining table.

X6-88; Dark modernist, hands down. Crucial item is the Zaha Hadid moon sofa, in black. Steel, concrete, and sparingly, brass/brassy wood. Blacks, greys, and with the brass, an inoffensive pop of color. It's a minimalist style that, when darkened, takes inspiration from Gothic and industrial styles, but doesn't lean into them. Also has some futurism elements. X6-88's home is clean, elegant, sharp. It's designed to not be overstimulating, like the Institute's stark white plastic and fluorescent lighting is. LED indirect lighting + metal-caged hanging lights, velvet and taffeta fabrics, glass tables. There is no better kitchen for him then the Modern Kitchen 2020 from Burak LACFI on Behance. For the bathroom, Anna Kolos' work, also on Behance. His bedspread, the Ithaca Sateen set from Sleep by Sānti. I spent three years designing this man's home for a 40k word fanfic and I will hear no opposition.

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🌟 Renaissance Reverie 🌟 3/8 By Phazon Míchel

🌟 Renaissance Reverie 🌟

I'm excited to share these two new additions to my 'Renaissance Reverie' series, where each piece embodies the elegance and refinement of the Renaissance era.

First Piece: This artwork features a graceful young woman adorned in a richly detailed gown, her serene expression capturing the timeless beauty of classical portraiture. The delicate embroidery on her sleeves and the intricate design of her necklace add depth and authenticity to the piece. She holds a beautifully ornate key, symbolizing knowledge and power, while her floral crown adds a touch of natural elegance.

Second Piece: The second artwork portrays another refined figure, her attire characterized by the luxurious textures and intricate patterns typical of the Renaissance period. The golden details on her dress and jewelry highlight the opulence of the era. In her hand, she delicately holds a decorative leaf, symbolizing growth and prosperity. Her gentle gaze and the soft, warm light enveloping her create a sense of calm and grace.

Both pieces are set against a backdrop of serene landscapes, enhancing the overall feeling of tranquility and harmony.

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“Feminine Elegance”

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This captivating artwork features a woman’s face beautifully intertwined with a cascade of vibrant flowers, embodying the essence of femininity and nature. The woman’s expression is serene with soft features that exude grace and warmth.

Surrounding her face, an array of colorful flowers—roses, daisies, and lilies—blossoms in a riot of hues, from deep reds and soft pinks to bright yellows and whites. The petals are rendered with exquisite detail, their delicate textures contrasting against the smoothness of the woman’s skin. This fusion of human beauty and floral abundance symbolizes growth, vitality, and the interconnectedness of life.

The background is softly blurred, allowing the focus to remain on the woman and the flowers. Hints of greenery peek through, reinforcing the theme of nature and life.

Overall I love this artwork because it visualizes the essence of femininity, illustrating how women and nature share a profound relationship. It evokes feelings of tranquility, beauty, and the celebration of life’s blooming moments.🌸💐🌼🌺

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The Art of Layering: Mastering Textures in Interior Design

Layering textures in interior design is a powerful technique that adds depth, warmth, and visual interest to any space. By thoughtfully combining various materials, you can create a harmonious and inviting atmosphere. Here’s how to master the art of layering textures in your home.

1. Understand Texture Basics

Before diving into layering, it’s essential to understand the different types of textures:

Tactile Texture: This refers to how a surface feels, such as smooth, rough, soft, or hard. Materials like velvet, leather, wood, and metal all contribute to tactile texture.

Visual Texture: This is about the visual appearance of surfaces, which can create the illusion of texture. Patterns in fabrics, wallpaper, and art can enhance the visual texture of a room.

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2. Start with a Base Layer

Begin by establishing a base layer to anchor your design.

Choose a Neutral Foundation: Walls, flooring, and large furniture pieces should start with neutral tones and simple textures. This allows other textures to stand out without overwhelming the space.

Consider Materials: Opt for durable materials like wood, stone, or neutral upholstery that provide a solid foundation for layering.

3. Incorporate Fabrics

Fabrics are one of the easiest ways to add texture to your space.

Mix Textiles: Combine different fabrics, such as cotton, linen, wool, and silk. Use a variety of patterns and weaves to create interest.

Layering Textiles: Use throw pillows, blankets, and area rugs to add softness and warmth. Don’t hesitate to mix patterns—stripes, florals, and geometric designs can all work together.

4. Add Natural Elements

Natural materials can bring a sense of tranquility and grounding to your design.

Incorporate Wood: Wooden furniture, beams, or accents add warmth and organic texture. Consider different finishes, from polished to reclaimed.

Use Stone and Plants: Incorporate stone elements like countertops or decorative pieces, and add greenery with plants to introduce life and texture.

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5. Play with Shapes and Forms

Varying shapes and forms can enhance the texture of a room.

Curved vs. Angular: Mix furniture with soft curves (like a rounded chair) alongside more angular pieces (like a square coffee table) to create a dynamic look.

Layered Decor: Use decorative objects of different shapes, such as bowls, vases, and sculptures, to add layers of interest.

6. Consider Lighting

Lighting can dramatically affect the perception of texture in a space.

Use Soft Lighting: Warm, soft lighting creates a cozy atmosphere that enhances the textures around it. Use lamps, sconces, and candles to create layers of light.

Highlight Textures: Focus on lighting that draws attention to textured walls, fabrics, or decor. Spotlights and up-lighting can create dramatic effects.

7. Incorporate Artwork and Decor

Art and decor are essential for adding personality and texture.

Choose Textured Art: Look for pieces with dimensional qualities, such as canvas paintings, sculptures, or textile wall hangings.

Layer Decor: Use shelves or mantels to display a mix of framed art, books, and decorative objects, varying the heights and arrangements for visual interest.

8. Maintain Balance

While layering is about variety, balance is crucial.

Avoid Overcrowding: Too many textures can overwhelm a space. Aim for a balanced mix of soft and hard, light and dark textures.

Create Focal Points: Use textured elements to draw the eye to a specific area, like a beautifully upholstered chair or a striking piece of art.

9. Experiment and Adapt

Interior design is an evolving process.

Test Combinations: Don’t be afraid to experiment with different textures and materials. Swap out pillows, rugs, or decor pieces to see what works best.

Seasonal Changes: Consider seasonal adjustments—light fabrics and bright colors for summer, and heavier textures and warmer hues for winter.

Conclusion

Mastering the art of layering textures can transform your home into a rich, inviting environment that reflects your style and personality. By thoughtfully combining materials, colors, and shapes, you can create a harmonious and dynamic space that feels both comfortable and visually appealing. Embrace the layering process, and watch your interiors come to life!

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