#no fireplace and a tv stand shades of blue paint

[kiteparty]

Game Room - Family Room

[kenzie-co]

Aesthetic Writer Challenge

@ts4challengehub

RULES:

-can only use one colour aesthetic or pallette (black is allowed as accent colour)

- They must live in a small aesthetic city apartment (max lot size 30x30) using your chosen colour aesthetic

-They must follow the Aesthetic of their genre of novels

-City life and get famous recommended

-Chingyu's 100 traits bundle recommend

Gen 1 Gentle Romance

- Their colours are soft and warm or neutral colours (ex, shades of pink and white, Shades of light/warm browns/tans and off white, shades of yellows (esp pale yellow) and white, etc)

-They must start off with 50 dollars (not including the money it took to make the apartment) and only have the following things in their apartment

1. Kitchen: A fully made kitchen (however, a stove, a sink, a coffee or tea maker and a fridge are the only appliances. Cupboards/cabinets, counters and a small island with 2 stools are allowed. But nothing can be on the counters besides the coffee or tea maker) and a garbage can

2. Living room: Either a chair or a couch, fireplace, small accent table, a rug, 2 floor plants and 2 wall arts (No tv! No, not even a picture frame one)

3. Bedroom: A small bed, a small dresser, a small bedside table, a rug, 1-2 plants, and 2 peices of wall art

4. Bathroom: Rug, bath and/or shower, a toilet, toilet paper, a sink, a bathrob or towel, a plant (small mirror is allowed)

5. Work area: A small desk, a small chair, a laptop, headphones, book cases, a desk plant, a floor plant, 2 pictures or wall art

6. Extras: A bike, a waterbottle and flowers/outside garden or flowers on windows

-Must have the traits: gentle (or something similar like kind, good, etc), either artsy or talented, and introvert

-Must have Bestselling Author aspiration

-Must like writing, Singer Songwriter music, conversation topic about stories and dislike cruel/mean things

-Must make money through writing and/or painting only, and can only add things to your home as you gain money through books and paintings (No money cheats at all!)

-Must find or have a toxic partner which they write about and get their big break (only after the big break are they able to leave the toxic relationship)

-Must find a new sweet romance partner but have a very slow relationship due to trauma (the partner must either be geeky and nice, sweet and nice or romantic and gentle.) Their partner supports their budding popularity as an author

-Must have 1-3 kids (at least one girl)

-Must complete aspirations and milestones before moving to next generation.

Gen 2 Wild Romance

-Colours are dark and sexy (shades of dark/statement red and black, eccentric blues and black, dark greens and browns or black, etc)

-They Must move into their own apt (30x30 max) (it must be wild, styling, sexy and loads of bold colours and patterns) in high school

- They start with 50k (no money cheats!)

-Must have book cases, desk and computer with headphones

-Must have traits: Outgoing (crazy or wild can be used too), Fidel, Sexy (or something similar)

-Must have Bestselling Author aspiration

-Must like writing, Singer Songwriter music, conversation topic about stories and flirting

-Must make money through writing and/or mixology only, and can only add things to your home as you gain money through books an drinks (No money cheats at all!)

-Must be wild in romance. Going to clubs, one night stands, breaking hearts, never keeping a partner for long

- Must have a teen pregnancy and keep child

-Must have a partner they truly come to love at the time of pregnancy who loves children and the wild life, but leaves after finding out the child isn't theirs

-Must then raise child as a single broken-hearted parent until the child is 13 (they marry someone that is good for their child but they don't love)

Gen 3 Crime

-They must have a messy aesthetic that doesn't match (weird colour matches, weird styles, things no one else would wear)

-Must start off with 500k simoleons

-They must have the traits: genius, evil, and glutton

-Must have the Best Selling Author aspiration

-They must like mischief

-They get good grades but bullies push them to drop out

-They must be obsessed with being good enough

-They must be anorexic and bulimic

-They must get hung up in the wrong crowds and hooked on drugs/alcohol

-Must commit crimes (stealing, underage drinking)

-They must become a famous author whose rich, but this comes crashing down after an unwanted baby out of wedlock

-They must try to get an abortion but word spreads and they instantly start losing fame and followers

-They must get lost in alcohol and be an alcoholic, hating their kid

-They must stop playing bills and live "in poverty"

-They must die of overdose or drowning when their child is six

-Their child must be put into an orphanage and all their money and assets are taken (not that their is much)

Gen 4 Tearjerker

- Their colours are blacks and greys with a smidge of blue (they are goth or emo)

-Must start off in an orphanage with no money after having their inheritance (including their house) snatched up unfairly by greedy relatives

-Must be traumatized by the death of their parent

-Must have the traits: depressed (or anything similar ex gloomy), loner, and insane

-Must have Bestselling Author aspiration

-Anything that can go wrong, does go wrong!

-They must flunk out of high school

-They Must move into an apt (they thought it was a good deal but it was run down and trashed, barely liveable)

-They must start their career, but struggle

-They must find out they have a disease (terminal)

-They must try to find a nice partner, but is unwanted by everyone

-They must finally find fame and a lovely partner right before their death (their partner is devastated and their work triples in value)

[rothjuje]

80s bathroom, my favorite room in the house. Do I leave the grey paint, make it white to pop the blues, or make it blue blue to add to the fun?

The new couch! And brown tan living room. Looks like the bay window wall is a lighter shade of cream. All walls will be matching cream or white (or would a different color be better?), and I am considering wallpaper for the fireplace wall. Thoughts?

Here is our issue. We have low ceilings and the space above our mantel is not very large. We have large TVs. Two of the three (one of which is brand new and here waiting to be installed) would overhang the mantel by one inch exactly. Do we want that?

Our couch is currently against bay window wall/centered in front of the fireplace. Do we want that?

We could move the couch, center it, and put a tv stand/tv next to the fireplace. Thoughts?

Also. Do we even want a huge tv in a small space? Will it look funky?

Give us all opinions and advice please. Justin asked me to ask y’all because you’re always so helpful!

The flowers are my newest find and I’m obsessed. I discover a new plant every day and it smells like the woods here and I really am quite happy with a 40 year house and all the mature landscaping and character it provides.

And what do I do with this fireplace?? Paint the whole thing white? Help please.

[starkey]

22-24! for the writing asks! :)

Ahh thank you!! <3

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Ehh I pretty much exclusively use scrivener, which lets you do the whole shebang right there in the app? I love a paper notebook as much as the next person but it turns out the only way to get me to do anything is to lower the laziness barriers as far as possible, which means using apps... my whole life is basically in Notion (bullet journal organiser thing), Scrivener (writing projects), and Bear (every other notebook under the sun - courses and exam prep etc). I use Simplenote for obligatory Notes App Musings.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

Ehh I usually just write in my living room? God my living room is so cluttered, it might take a minute to paint a picture of this :') I live in an old tenement building, so the ceiling is high, and the floor is a light polished wood. There's a kind of old-fashioned gold-coloured pendant chandelier hanging from the ceiling, but I'm a lamp kinda gal, so theres two standing lamps with golden stems, waterfall fairylights in the window, and fairylights along the mantlepiece and in a little glass dome on my desk. The desk is an old-fashioned-style writing desk in a dark powder blue, and matches the tv stand and the end tables. On the desk there's a monitor and a light-up clickity clackity keboard, as well as a gold letter rack with various cards and letter writing sets. On the end tables are my collection of Turner coffee table books. The fireplace and doors are also powdery blue-grey, and the fireplace has Spanish tiles in it. There's two tall golden candlesticks on the mantlepiece, with blue candles in them, and an ivy and a spider plant (moving in gifts) - there's also photographs and two bookends in the shape of greek columns. There's bookshelves along two walls, with lots of little bricabrac on them - a ceramic fairy mushroom, another moon planter, a cross stitch made by my friend, an origami bird and dragon, and several small manta ray soft toys. There's a dark blue velvet couch and armchair, gold and blue cushions with plant and dragonfly patterns, and a variety of larger sea-creature soft toys (Blahaj, some manta rays). There's a blue rug with a thick pile that has a pattern a bit like water, with dark and light shades. Against the free wall, there's an arched mirror with a grey blue frame, with a monstera plant and record player in front of it, and on the other side of the room there's a bay window with neutral curtains, some hanging plants, a gold crescent-moon-shaped planter, and metal curtain tiebacks in the shape of limoncello vines. (phew)

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

I pretty much need to do a rough outline and a draft 0, but I really don't enjoy it very much :') Writing is like the only creative thing I have where I hold myself to a really high standard, and it's probably the only thing I show debilitating perfectionist tendencies in (in general I'm pretty lenient when it comes to my own failings as a human). Draft zeros always force me to confront much worse writing than I'm really comfortable with, and the transition from nice safe perfect imagining to messy shitty drafting is always a misery for me. I much prefer drafts 1-3 where I feel like there's a bit of positive feedback around me liking what I've written.

[peachyteabuck]

old school (make me drool)

summary: bunny is sweet, well-behaved. something about princess, though, makes her want to act out for the first time in her life. 

pairing: natasha romanoff x ofc

words: 2,663

trigger warnings: heavy md/lg, spanking, forced age regression, manipulation, there’s a vague allusion to starker, breaking of rules, 

notes/other: ANYONE WHO USES THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO BRING RAPE FANTASIES INTO MY INBOX WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY. this was inspired by @orphiclittleone & i highly reccomend you check out their blog!

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It started when Princess had to go with Steve to a meeting with Natasha. For whatever reason Steve decided she couldn’t be alone, and Natasha said it would be fine. Princess wasn’t too mad, unhappy she could only bring one of her prizes stuffed animals, but nearly-willingly went with her Daddy to Aunty Nat’s. Still, it wasn’t until she met Bunny that the pointed frown left her face.

Steve put her down onto the thick comforter next to Bunny, whose lips were wrapped tightly around a paci, hands clutched around a large stuffed animal of her namesake, eyes trained on the TV in front of her. Her long, thick hair was tied from her face with a pink scrunchie with a bow on it, her knit sweater a matching shade of pink. Her socks were stark white, ankle devoid of the tracker Princess had to wear.

Bunny said nothing at her guest, head only turning when Natasha caressed her face.

“Uncle Steve and I are going to do some work in my office, okay Bunny?” She placed a kiss to the girl’s head where her hair parted, careful not to remove any from her perfect ponytail. “I’ll be down soon to give you your bottle. Until then, play nice with Princess, alright?”

Bunny, still not dislodging the paci, nods and leans into her Mommy.

“Good girl,” Natasha praises, leaving one final kiss to her girl’s forehead before leading Steve into her office, a room adjacent to the playroom the girls resided in. In a moment of good faith, she had her coworker close the door behind them.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Steve chuckled as he sat in the fine leather chair near the fireplace. “I put that track on Princess for a reason, you know.”

Natasha sighed, grabbing the file from her desk. “If we weren’t discussing how someone was disemboweled by a small terrorist organization outside Orlando, I’d keep it open.”

Steve, already worried about what Bucky had exposed Princess to in order to watch her squirm, acquiesced.

Back in the playroom, Bunny made a disgruntled noise as Princess poked her chubby cheek.

“Do you ever speak?” Princess asked, nose wrinkled at her supposed playmate’s poor playful reciprocation. “Daddy said you were quiet, really quiet. He said you almost never talk. I’m not quiet.”

Bunny, much to Princess’ dismay, remains mute. Not a squeak, not a huff, not an eyeroll. Even Bucky’s Doll was better than this, and she was often too exhausted to give Princess enough attention for the girl’s liking.

Princess, though, is anything but a quitter. She pulls back for a few minutes, allowing her counterpart to relax. Just as Bunny seemed the happiest, Princess yanked the paci out of her mouth and pinned her to the floor.

Bunny tried to yell, but Princess placed her hand over the girl’s mouth before she could do anything. As Princess leans close to her ear, she whispers low, giggling as Bunny clutches her stuffed animal’s ears in her tiny hand. “Daddy says we can be playmates, do you want that, Bunny?”

Suddenly, in the span of less than a second, Princess hears her Daddy’s footsteps, hears the knob turning, and jumps off Bunny to the other side of the blanket. Bunny laid, there, stunned, as Nat and Steve picked up their respective littles.

As Steve bid his goodbye, and Nat turned around to close the door, Bunny perched her chin on her Mommy’s shoulder and locked eyes with Princess, who wears a smile fit for the evil penguins from the movie Bunny was watching before Princess showed up.

Somehow, Bunny knew their game wasn’t over.

The next time they met, Bunny is playing on a blanket in Natasha’s expansive backyard, dressed in a plain-pink one-piece bathing suit with her hair in two braids down her back and the bracelet Doll made her on her left wrist. Peter’s in the pool, sunbathing on a unicorn floatie. Doll’s curled into Bucky’s side, shoulders covered with one of her Daddy’s worn t-shirts – one large enough to cover her sensitive, bruised thighs. Natasha, Stark, Strange, and Rogers are all inside, making drinks for themselves as the sun swelters high in the sky.

Princess is the only other conscious person who remains outside, an easily forgettable body as Bunny colors under the sweet shade of the big tree in the back of the expansive yard, quiet enough that the occasional squirrel or bird will hop across her blanket and sniff at her forgotten snack.

She’s unable to ignore her counterpart, though, when Princess plops herself down onto the thick, cotton blanket specifically designated for outdoor use.

Bunny, despite her annoyance, says nothing.

Princess says nothing in turn, watching the girl in front of her meticulously color in the lines of a complicated flower.

“Daddy never lets me color anything like that,” she finally says, staring at the set of sixty-four crayons Princess had wanted for two Christmases and three birthdays but still never received. “Daddy says they’re too complicated for me.”

Bunny stops coloring for a moment, whole body stilling. Princess thinks she’ll say something, thinks she’ll show a break in her shell that’ll give her some in. But no, the sound of crayon gliding against thick paper fills whatever silence Bunny intended to proliferate with words.

It’s then that Princess takes out one of the most-loved crayons – a soft blue that’s had the wrapped long since pulled off.

“Do you like this crayon?” she asks Bunny.

Bunny stops coloring – bright orange crayon inert as she tries to swallow the dryness in her mouth. Fear paints her face as she gazes upon her favorite coloring tool. Out of all her markers, her colored pencils, her watercolor paints. None of those hold a candle to that one crayon. It’s the only crayon she doesn’t like Natasha using, the only one she saves for the special coloring book pages – the ones she gifts her Mommy for Christmas and for her birthday and when Natasha picks her up from spending time at Uncle Bucky’s place because she’s been on a business trip.

Which is why Bunny nearly cries when Princess snaps it in half, then crushes the pieces into something resembling dust. She does whimper, though, does drop the crayon she’s holding and curl her legs up to her chest and stares at Princess with these wide eyes that beg for her to stop whatever it is she thinks she’s doing.

“What’d’ya gonna do about it?” Princess questions. When Bunny doesn’t answer, Princess quirks her eyebrow then moves to grab another one.

Bunny gasps, tears beginning to well up in the corner of her eyes. “Please don’t,” she whispers.

Princess pretends not to hear her, and selects another well-used crayon. “Really, you’re just gonna be a baby and let me do this?”

Bunny looks around the lawn, begging Natasha to come outside or Peter to feel how frightened she is or even Bucky, a man who rarely pays attention to her but seems to like her more than Princess, to look over and wonder why there’s such tension between his best friends’ best little girls. Unfortunately (for you, at least), none of them pay you any mind. Somehow this is worse than when Natasha has to leave you alone for work or whatever it is she does when she’s away. At least then you don’t have to do deal with Princess.

“Please, Princess,” Bunny says a little louder. “Please don’t break my crayons.”

Princess smiles wide and sinister, like that Cheshire Cat from that movie you don’t like very much. “Alright then,” is all she says before standing up and skipping off to lay on the Aurora towel that was in the shade of a different tree. Even though she’s alone, Bunny remains upright, curling around her precious box of crayons.

The third time they meet is Bunny’s birthday party about a month later. The main festivities are over, all the adults drinking from Natasha’s expensive liquor cabinet. Doll’s curled up on Bucky’s lap, playing with a My Little Pony toy (Applejack, of course) and occasionally being fed bits of cake from Bucky’s fork; Peter’s enthralled with the latest installment of their classic movie marathon that’s playing just too loud for Bunny’s liking.

On any other day, Bunny would be elated to watch her favorite movies with her favorite friend. She’s allowed to eat ice cream cake (vanilla, from her favorite pastry shop down the street) and wear her favorite pink dress.

Her hair is in two low buns with a pretty pink bow. Natasha spent the whole morning with Bunny in her lap, telling her how cute she is and how much she loves her. Everything was great, perfect.

That was, until Steve and Princess showed up. Natasha was preoccupied with catching up in her friend to notice Bunny clutching her favorite stuffie or Princess’ sly smile.

Like the first time they met, she and Princess are placed on the blanket that sits in the middle of the playroom. This time it’s fleece, thick, one Bunny made with Doll one of the rare times they’ve had playdates together. It’s full of mint green and soft pink flowers around a bunch of sea animals. Bucky said he found the blanket kit at a craft store and thought the two of them could make it when he and Natasha were working in his office.

There were a few moments of silence as Steve pet Princess’ hair and explained how much Princess had been looking forward to today. Princess just smiles big and wide and teasing, waiting for the adults to leave before she finally speaks.

“Ya know, Daddy and I love teasing each other…” Princess says as if she’s the most innocent conversation maker to ever fail to meet her counterpart’s eyes. “You and your Mommy should try it sometime.”

Bunny gulps, fidgeting with her hands. “Mommy doesn’t…Mommy doesn’t let me do that without her permission.”

Princess scoffs. “Oh, you ask your Mommy for everything. Daddy hasn’t made me do that in forever.” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “Daddy likes it when I act out.”

“Mommy doesn’t,” Bunny doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to stave off what she now understands is inevitable. “Mommy doesn’t like it when I act out. She likes it when I’m good. I get candy, cuddles, stuffies when I’m good.”

Princess almost rolls her eyes, frustrated. “Maybe you should just try it sometime, just to see what happens.”

Bunny doesn’t say anything back, too scared of what would happen. Natasha always told her curiosity killed the cat, but could curiosity kill her as well?

Hours pass without incident, without Princess nagging Bunny or Bunny snapping at Princess or, really, anything happening. Princess merely leaves her to brew for hours, eating cake with her fingers and eyeing Bunny to see how she’s doing. Bunny’s lost in her own thoughts, the only indication of time passing being Steve coming in take Princess home.

As Steve picks her up once more, a smirk spreads across her frosting-stained face. Her eyes are knowing, full of mischief. In the background, the forest fire scene from Bambi plays on the large TV. Bunny wishes she could be one of the forest creatures running for their life, able to get away from the natural disaster that had descended upon her home.

Despite her fear of Princess, her words stick in Bunny’s brain like gum in her hair. It’s all Bunny can think about for days, maybe even weeks after her birthday party.  It gets worse when she’s alone, when all she has are her thoughts and her hands and…and…

Bunny decides to do something, do the unimaginable the day Natasha says she’s going to have lunch with Stark and Strange. That she’ll be back in a few hours.

Just enough time, Bunny thinks as she hears the front door shut and the deadbolt lock. Just enough time for her to do the unthinkable.

◦ ◦ ◦

“Bunny!” Natasha calls into the house. There’s the usual pause, one where she’s used to allowing Bunny to find her voice. But for whatever reason, she doesn’t hear the usual yes, mommy? followed by the pit-pat of her feet across the house. “Bunny?” she calls again, but the only thing she can hear is resounding silence.

Natasha’s heartrate picks up tenfold, not even throwing her shoes off as she runs to the room she kept Bunny in when she had a long work day. As she types in the code to open the door, Natasha is met with a sight she’d never thought she’d see:

Bunny, with one hand down her pullup, and the other clutched over her mouth. Her pale yellow pajama shirt is hiked up to her ribs, threatening to fall over where her hand meets her center.

For a moment Natasha does not know what to do, body frozen and chest heaving and heart racing. Bunny hadn’t so much as blinked without permission, let alone touched herself sans asking Natasha beforehand.

Squeaky, breathy moans slip past her fingers, eyes rolling to the back of her head as her body shakes with the desperation that comes just before an orgasm.

That’s what snaps Natasha out of her trance, what makes her fly across the room and grab Bunny’s face with her perfectly manicured hand.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Natasha hisses through her teeth.

Bunny bites her lips, eyes wide with fear. “P-princ-“

Natasha almost growls. “What, Steve’s little?”

Bunny nods slowly, meekly, lip quivering in fear as Natasha hand remains firmly grasped over her jaw. “P-princess s-said that it woul-d be f-un to-“ Natasha, a woman who has not had a hair out of place since the Reagon administration, nearly knocks over Bunny’s designated stuffed animal bookshelf. Wordlessly, she places Bunny over her knee and exposes the soft skin of her ass.

Bunny hadn’t been spanked in years. Ever since Natasha had gotten her, broken her, she’d been the perfect little – so obedient and eager to please, smart and quiet, happy to play by herself while Natasha worked with the others. She was everything Natasha could’ve asked for and somehow more…

But this? This was inexcusable. She was a big believer in second chances, but those must always come after an appropriate punishment.

“You think just because Steve’s Princess can whine and act however she wants, that means you can, too?” she hisses, hitting each cheek twice. “You think that girl’s behavior excuses your own?”

Bunny yelps, trying to find the strength to speak without sobbing. “N…no…” she mumbles, digging her face into her and trying to curl against the woman whose lap she has found herself in.

“What was that?” Natasha snaps, hitting the backs of her thighs this time. The slaps of skin on skin echos throughout the room and stabs at Bunny’s ears.

“No, Mommy, I am not allowed to misbehave! I am not allowed to break the rules”

“Good,” Natasha says through grit teeth. She takes a moment to grope her heated ass cheeks, and you savor the sweet moments away from the sharp pain. “If you didn’t know your place, I would’ve had to call Steve up to see how he keeps Princess in line. Maybe Bucky, too. He once kept Doll in a basement for two weeks because she wouldn’t eat her vegetables. Do you want that?”

Violent shivers shoot through you. Uncle Bucky and Steve are nice enough to you, especially when Natasha’s around. But with her permission to discipline you in their preferred way? You shrink away at the thought. “N-no Mommy. No, Mommy I’ll promise I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” Natasha coos, another few smacks landing on her bottom. “Now, for the rest of your punishment…” Bunny gulps, trying to relax her muscles so it doesn’t hurt as bad.

“Now, should I put you on meal replacement shakes or keep you in chastity?”

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

Be My Garden of Eden Ch.1

ConnorxFReader Pleasure Android AU

I finally decided to get a Tumblr and post more of my beta chapters here. Just a place to get some opinions or a wider gauge of how people feel about my writing.

I also take requests for ConnorxReader one-shots.

If you like what I post, I also have stories posted on AO3 under DisassembledDeviant. If you have read them, you know I don't mind venturing into the NSFW category... At all. ;)

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: probably cursing and sexual implications

"Goddammit! You stupid piece of shit!" The wrench came down hard against the android's shoulder. "I should have just left your ass with the rest of the scrap!" Another blow, this time to his chest, warnings of the damage flashing on his HUD.

Connor couldn't help but agree.

His recollection of his life before working at Club Mimosa in the seedier side of town was minimal. A roof, A little girl, Falling... Then, nothing. Just a name. Connor.

The owner had found him in the scrapyard, looking for replacement parts or functional androids he could illegally fix up for his club. While much of his body was destroyed, the owner re-built him. His unique look was sure to capture new clients, and he was right. Connor started as a popular model. Both males and females would pay for a session with the doe-eyed android.

However, no matter what he was 'equipped' with, it was apparent he was not programmed to please humans sexually. His movements were stiff, his reactions lackluster. Most demanded a refund, as his last client did. The owner was getting fed up, and the beatings were getting worse. Before the owner could take another swing, one of the employees entered the workshop.

"Hey, boss, someone is requesting Connor for delivery."

"Fuck!" The owner sneered, "tell them it will be on its way in a minute!" He turned to Connor, tossing the wrench on the metal table behind him, attempting to be intimidating. Connor didn't even give him the satisfaction of imitating fear, simply watching the middle-aged man turn redder by the second. "Fix yourself up, then go to the client's address, and if you fuck this one up, I'll scrap you for parts!"

Connor was sitting in an automatic taxi ten minutes later, dressed in a simple button-up and jeans, the familiar illuminated triangle on his back. There was still a small dent on his chest, but he couldn't do anything about it, only hope the client doesn't notice. Outside, he watched the protesters, harassing androids, the homeless begging for change on the street corners, and all the people, heads down at their phones while ordering their androids to do various tasks they were perfectly capable of doing themselves. It... Bothered him.

Not as much as working at that terrible club. He wonders what would happen if he never turned up at the client's address, if he got out of the taxi and just kept walking. Would the owner bother hunting him down? He didn't want to be touched, used by people in such a humiliating way. No matter how many times he was disinfected, he felt dirty. Catching his reflection in the window, he turned away. Even if he left, where could he go? These... Thoughts are dangerous.

The taxi led him to a more rural area of the city, a small house with several trees surrounding it, the Autumn leaves dancing gracefully through the air. He had to double-check the address. This was far nicer than anywhere he had gone before. He walked up the cobblestone path to the door, a soft chime ringing when he pressed the doorbell.

"Coming!" A singsong voice called from inside. The door opened, revealing a young woman, dressed in a tight black turtleneck, jeans, and an apron covered in various paints, some of which had gotten on your cheek and the tip of your nose. You were... cute... For human standards, that is.

"Hello, my name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Club Mimosa for your personal pleasure."

Confusion, realization, and exasperation washed over your face in waves. Eventually, you sighed.

"Come on in and have a seat."

He entered the little home to find it just as cozy on the inside as it was on the outside. The colors gave off a feeling of warmth, the small trinkets and figurines adding to the atmosphere. Usually, the homes or apartments he had been to were run down, a few even host to drug dealers. He didn't know there was a place like this in Detroit.

Above your fireplace was a portrait, an abstract painting of a pair of hands reaching out. Based on your appearance, he initially assumed it was yours, but a quick scan informed him it was a Carl Manfred original. He didn't know much of art, but he did know that Carl Manfred was a renowned artist of Detroit and a favorite of the android creator, Elijah Kamski.

He stood in the doorway, unsure what to do.

"Make yourself at home."

He didn't know how to respond to that.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand your request." Your eyes seemed sad. He was already screwing things up.

"I guess take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable." While he was able to follow the first instruction, he still remained in the doorway. You hesitantly reached out and took his hand, leading him to the loveseat before sitting him down.

Usually, this would be the part where the client would straddle his lap, grind on his crotch while forcing their tongue in his mouth, the rancid taste of red ice, cigarettes, and alcohol broken down to their basic ingredients as he ignored the urge to shove them away. He sat back, expecting the same. He had a task to do, and this time, his life was on the line. Instead, you headed for your kitchen, coming back with a cold beverage.

"I don't have anything to offer you, sorry."

"I do not require anything, " nobody had even thought to offer him anything before, let alone apologize for not having it. It left him fumbling for words, clutching onto repeated phrases he hated, "I am here for you to do with as you please."

You sipped your drink, a small giggle leaving your lips. He liked how it sounded, even if he was confused as to why.

"To be honest, I didn't call for you."

Something inside him sank. Of course this was too good to be true.

"I'm sorry. There must have been an error in our system. I will take my leave now." He went to stand, but you put your hand on his knee, stilling his motions.

"There is no error. A well-meaning friend has been concerned with how much time I spend working and believes I need to let loose sometimes. This is exactly something he would do."

"Oh, " he was still disappointed that you hadn't been the one to call directly. Your hand was still on his knee. You only seemed to notice when he glances down at it, quickly pulling your hand back and apologizing again. Your cheeks even flushed, the red only adding to your beauty. You were so different from everything Connor has known.

"So, Connor, " even his name sounded pleasant coming from you, "how long did my friend request you for?"

"24 hours."

"That long? How much stamina does he think I have?" You looked him in the eye, "though, I have no intention of sleeping with you."

"Why?" He had to have done something wrong. He's dead if he goes back empty-handed. You noticed the panic in his voice, his LED flashing a bright red.

"It's nothing you did, I'm just not the type to sleep with just anybody."

"But I'm not 'anybody'. I am a machine made to please humans. If I fail, they will destroy me." Your eyes widened. How could they do such a thing? Even if they are machines, how could they kill them so easily? If it weren't for that light on his head and the android labeled clothes, you would think him a human. Especially with the desperation he showed.

"Calm down. I'll call whichever club you came from tomorrow and tell them you were the best lay of my life. Everything will be fine." His LED flickered on yellow for a second before returning to blue. He was not going to be destroyed.

"Thank you." He didn't know what else to say or how to show his appreciation. You were lying just to keep a machine from shutting down. It might not mean much to you, but you were saving his life. You smiled nervously as he stared in awe.

"Don't mention it. Now, the TV remote is on the coffee table, there's a list of movies I own on there that you are welcome to watch. If not, there's books and a stereo over by the front window. If you need anything, just let me know."

"Where are you going?"

"To my studio. It's just down the hall, the last door on the end, " he only looked more lost and confused, "you can come with me if you like."

He stood, following you down the hall. At one time, it must have been the garage, but it has since been modified, the back portion knocked out and replaced with glass, revealing a small koi pond in the back, a statue of a lion prowling the edge, water pouring from its open mouth. Ivy climbed the walls inside, the sun shining through the leaves. Paintings lined the walls, some finished and some abandoned. Looking them over, he found he liked them. They were colorful. Your style favored realism, yet they seemed to hold a sense of wonder, something he couldn't put into words. There was one of a beagle, lying next to a roaring fire.

"Someone wanted a painting of their recently deceased pet as a memorial. A friend of mine had the same breed and let me borrow her for two weeks. There are some slight differences, to match the owner's photo."

"It's beautiful." He didn't have too many memories of dogs, though one did try to bite him at a client's house, but looking at this one, he could imagine the warmth from the fire, almost touch its fur, and hear the tiny snores coming from the beast. It made him want to be there.

You had moved before an easel, a painting sitting half-finished already on it. It was of a clinical white pot sitting on a wooden table, several cracks along it, revealing bits of dirt, roots, and leaves. The top was unfinished, just shades of reds and blues, blending to violet in a few spots. Various photos of plants were lying about your workspace, and across from you was a cheap, plastic flower arrangement.

You wasted no time getting back to work, a fresh brush in hand. Connor stood, watching you, mesmerized by your focus and the grace in each stroke of the brush. You felt awkward, being observed so closely, but quickly fell back into the task at hand. Ten minutes of him just standing there though was too much.

"You can sit down if you like." He found the closest chair to him and sat down, perfectly straight, hands in his lap. "Just relax, this is a safe environment."

It took time, but after half an hour, he leaned back into the chair, and in another hour, he was standing again, looking around the studio at all the different paintings, the plants that kept this place feeling more vibrant, and he stared out at the koi pond, watching the fish. You had told him how to get to the back for a closer look, but he made no moves to leave.

"I couldn't help but notice you have a Carl Manfred original in your living room," He broke the silence. "It must have been quite expensive."

You continued to paint, "It probably would be. It was a graduation gift. Carl was my mentor. Our styles are completely different, but I don't think I could ask for a better teacher or friend."

"I see," Connor returned to sitting down, watching you once again. "What made you want to become a painter?"

You brought the brush to your chin, thinking.

"Well, I've always liked to draw. A lot of people in my family were artistic, but they never did anything with it. They believed it wasn't a good career path. I guess I just wanted to prove it was. Though, I will say it can be an uphill battle. Sometimes I can sell a painting or get commissions with ease, other times I look at my paintings and wonder if I'll get any nutritional value if I just ate them. It seems to be the only value I could get."

He nodded, even if he didn't really understand what you meant. He had never heard of the term "starving artist".

"You've got paint on your face." You pulled the brush away, wiping at your chin, succeeding only in spreading it around. You could hear Connor suppressing a laugh. Looking over, you could see him trying to hide his smile. A part of you found it adorable, while another was saddened. Why hide such a nice smile? Was he forbidden from smiling, or could it be because it was technically at the client's expense?

You pushed it from your mind. As much as it pained you, you couldn't afford to get involved. You had it calculated. The commission would go to restocking your food, paying the water bill, and the mortgage. The painting in front of you would go towards paying your electric bill, along with the late charge they tacked on. If you don't finish it on time, you'll miss the deadline and will be painting in the dark, not to mention how that could hurt your reputation for future commissions. Carl would loan you the money if you asked, but you refused to take advantage of him like that. You will earn your place, even if it kills you.

"I guess I'll go wash up, " you giggled. Connor stood, as if to follow you. "Why don't you pick a movie we can watch when I get out of the shower?"

"You don't wish for me to accompany you?" All his other clients had. Your cheeks flushed.

"N-no, no, thank you! I can do it myself, " you stammered. You were embarrassed. Connor liked how you stuttered and when your cheeks turned red.

After a few minutes of sitting on the couch, he started to hear your voice from the bathroom. Curious, he moved a little closer, just outside the door. You were singing. He... Liked it. You couldn't quite hit the high notes, and your lows sounded more like growls, but it was sweet and melodic. He stifled another laugh when you started singing what sounded like a duet, but one of the singers was a male.

He'd never laughed before, or even had the inclination. He didn't know if he should laugh out loud or if you wouldn't like that. Was he allowed to laugh? The female androids at the club, particularly the Tracis, often giggled at clients, but the males rarely did, and it was usually nothing more than a huff or a scoff. Despite his worries, he liked the feeling that accompanied the involuntary action. He leaned against the wall, listening to you until he heard the water shut off, moving swiftly to the couch as to not arouse suspicion.

The rest of the evening was quiet, something Connor wasn't used to. There was no loud groaning or terrible derogatory names. No claws digging into his back, threatening to break through his synthetic skin, or rough hands clutching his hips. Just you and him, sitting on your small couch, a cartoon playing on your screen. He had never chosen a movie before, never chose anything before, yet when he showed interest in it, you didn't hesitate to put it on. It was childish, but he was greatly enjoying it, enjoying being with you.

Halfway through the third movie, he felt a weight on his shoulder. You had fallen asleep, your head resting against him. You appeared so serene, softly snoring. He had never met anyone like you. Nobody had ever treated him with such kindness. In one afternoon, you had flipped his whole world upside down.

When the movie ended, you woke up, the loud end credit music startling you. Realizing just who you were using as a pillow, you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"Sorry."

"It's fine." He smiled down at you, your eyes glazed over with exhaustion, "Perhaps you should retire for the night."

You hummed, stretching before a thought came to you.

"Why don't you take my bed and I'll take the couch? You're far too tall for it."

He gaped at you. You would give up your bed, your comfort, for him? A machine?

"I... Don't require sleep..." He said in a hushed tone, still in shock.

You seemed unsure of what to do. "Well, what do you usually do?"

His mind played memories of working a pole or acting 'tantalizing' behind glass. Not really helpful in this situation.

"Sometimes I enter stasis between clients, " he murmured. Usually for repairs after the owner beats him, but it seemed the only appropriate response.

"Stasis... that's, like, sleeping for androids, right?"

"I suppose it's similar."

"Well, come on then," you took his hand and hauled him to his feet, leading him down the hall to your bedroom. Your bed was so plush, he sank into it when you sat him down. With your urging, he positioned himself to lay back into the pillows. You went to the closet, pulling out a spare blanket.

"You make yourself comfortable, and I'll be on the couch if you need anything."

"I couldn't take your bed. I don't require sleep, you do, " he tried to stand, but you gently pushed him back down.

"The couch is comfortable enough. I don't mind."

"Since you're so insistent, why don't we share the bed?"

The heat returned to your cheeks. Your mouth was gaping open, as if to argue why not, but eventually, you said nothing. You didn't want to admit this would be your first time having a man share your bed. Instead, you walked to the other side of the bed, the flush on your cheeks spreading to your ears and neck as you climbed in. You laid on your side, facing away from him.

"Good night, Connor," You mumbled under your breath.

"Good night, Y/n."

He wished tomorrow would never come, that he could stay here forever instead. It was such an insignificant day, yet it meant everything to him. Here, he felt a peace he never knew existed outside his daily hell. He wanted to pull you close, feel the warmth he felt as he sat next to you on the couch, the weight of your head on his shoulder again, but for the first time, he felt like the greedy one. He did turn to lay on his side, just a few more inches closer to you, just barely able to register the heat radiating off your body. It will have to be enough.

You, on the other hand, could not sleep. Not only because you were sharing a bed with a man, a very attractive man at that, but because you felt guilty. Your "friend" couldn't have picked a worse time. He was a polarizing character whom you knew since middle school. He dropped out of high school and started selling drugs. He deals with anything but red ice, and as he grew more powerful on the streets, he would sell prescription drugs to people who couldn't afford their medications at a much cheaper rate. Something like a robin hood character, though he still sold hardcore drugs to violent criminals, so you were at a loss how to feel about him. He liked androids though, having been raised by one, who was also his right-hand man. He wouldn't dare take blue blood from his friend just for a few bucks and finds red ice to be deplorable.

He knows you like androids and how you feel about them, so, occasionally, he would send one to your place to 'liberate'. With your connections, you could help get androids across the border, or if needed, you could help them find Jericho, the android safe haven. Because of his stance on androids, he couldn't help directly without risking his own safety, so he was like an informant (except you didn't ask for the information, he would just leave it with you, knowing you wouldn't just look the other way like any smart human that wanted to live a healthy life would do).

Most of the time, they were abuse victims that ran away from their owner after he told them where to find you. Unless they were damaged, they were easy enough to deal with. Occasionally, though, he would send you an Android he suspected of abuse that came from some sleazy sex club. It was part of the reason you were broke. The last one was from a more upscale club and cost you $7,000 just to get her out. You had to sell your car just to make your mortgage payment on time. Must be nice to have all these ideals but not spend a dime to support them. Though you supposed he did send supplies to your house on occasion, blue blood or sometimes food, not much, but it would get you by. It was as if he wanted you to be on the cusp of hatred toward him.

You couldn't afford to help this time, and it tore you apart on the inside. Connor wasn't like the others, not only in appearance, but in his manners. He came from a sex club, but he was clearly uncomfortable with it, and not just because he didn't want to satisfy humans. He genuinely didn't know what he is supposed to do. Any other Traci would have been flirting or trying to fondle you before you could even begin to explain the situation. With Connor, you couldn't tell him what you do. It would be far too cruel, knowing you couldn't save him. All you could offer was a day of solace. It was nowhere near enough, but it was all you had.

The next day, he returned to the club. You had been reluctant to let him go, but when he told you how much another night would be, you blanched. It couldn't be helped. He can only hope you or your friend might call for his services once again. You embraced him before he left, promising that you would see him again. He carried that warmth all the way back to the club.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Branded

A JSE Fanfic

I wrote a short thing based on this picture by @blade-of-memeora, which was in turn inspired by Branded by NWTB. Because that picture was really, really cool and the song is good. For some reason I love this concept a whole lot, it’s really interesting and it was fun to write. Hope you guys like it ^-^

He thought something was off the moment he started walking up the path to the doorstep. There was no reason for this, just an...itching, crawling feeling on the back of his neck, running down his spine. He almost didn’t want to go inside. But that was ridiculous, it was his house...yeah, it was. He’d been out late, and he needed to, you know, eat and sleep. There wasn’t any sign of a break-in.

Cautiously, he pushed open the door. It was unlocked, but he was pretty sure that was his fault. He wasn’t the best at remembering to do that. Whatever, the neighborhood was safe enough. He reached over and flipped on the lights, revealing a totally normal—

Everything flickered. He gasped, but whatever it was, it was gone as quickly as it had come. What was that? He could’ve sworn he saw someone standing right in front of him, way too close, with a mask hiding most of their features. He shook his head, pressing a hand to his temple. He must really be tired. Maybe he could just go to bed, he wasn’t that hungry anyway. But he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong, that he wasn’t...alone.

Fine then. He’d do a check around the house to satisfy his paranoid brain. First up, the living room. Down a short hallway and into said room, with its yellow walls and marble fireplace. Nothing there. Now to check everywhere else.

This house was much too big for one person, but he liked the space. Even though it meant he had to wander through several rooms and halls to get anywhere, and that was a pain in the ass. Luckily, the place had come with fancy decorations already hanging on all the empty walls. Mostly paintings. He walked past one on the way to the study, and...could’ve sworn it looked different. He stared at it as he passed.

Nothing in the study. Nothing in the bedroom. Nothing in the bathroom. He was basically walking in a giant circle at this point, because for some reason every room, even the bathroom, had at least two doors. He walked past another hanging and thought the painted eye blinked. But he dismissed it as nothing, because painting don’t blink. They don’t have eyes to follow you, tracking your movement. They don’t give you the creeps when the hairs on the back of your neck rise like you’re being watched.

He blinked. There was another flicker, another image like there was somebody else with him that he couldn’t quite see. He faltered, then kept on.

He ended up back in the living room. He was feeling a bit...dazed. Mindless. Like his brain was a TV that just turned to a blank channel. Mechanically, he walked straight over to the fireplace, leaning on the mantle. He sighed, and turned around.

There were people.

He just stared for a moment. How did they get in? How did he miss them? There were six, dressed rather well, all in dark colors, and a few had capes. Some were sitting in his furniture, others standing. And they all wore masks of some sort, metal and styled, almost like that steampunk he’d heard about but also just...strange.

That was all he could register before fear and adrenaline kicked in and he bolted for one of the room’s many doors. 

He made it just in time. When he glanced behind him, the masked ones were running after him. He slammed the door shut, feeling them pound on it, trying to push it open. His mind raced. There was a small table in this hallway, so he hooked his foot around one of its legs and with some effort pulled it over. He wedged it against the door, under the doorknob, and ran.

After a mad dash down the halls, he ended up hiding in the bathroom. Shit, this couldn’t really be happening. Whatever this was. Who were these people? Why were they after him? Maybe they wouldn’t find him...he had to hope that, because he didn’t have a weapon, nor did he have anything like that in the house. He could throw a lamp at them. At all...six of them. He leaned back against the bathroom door and exhaled slowly.

This situation was looking bad. But he needed to keep calm. Keep his head clear. It didn’t help that he still felt kind of fuzzy and tired. He pushed away from the door and crossed over to the sink, turning the handles once he got there. He cupped the water in his hand and splashed his face. Then he shut off the water and leaned on the sink, blinking water out of his eyes. He looked up at the oval mirror hanging on the wall over the sink.

The mirror showed somebody else.

It was just a split second long. But he clearly saw it. A face that almost looked like his own, but with dark green hair. The eyes were open, and empty black. The face was grinning too wide. Then the mirror shattered, showing broken pieces of his own reflection.

There was a rattling sound behind him. He spun around and saw the doorknob of the door he’d come in was jiggling, with such force that it was shaking the door. He watched it burst open, and the masked ones came flooding into the room.

For once, he was glad that every room had multiple doors, as he darted the room and flung the other door open, running once again. They were right behind him, they were just as fast but he had to be faster, throwing doors shut whenever he passed through run as he sprinted down the halls.

And then, all of a sudden, they weren’t there anymore. It was so sudden, the realization that there were no longer footsteps behind him, that he also had to stop. He’d reached a T-intersection in the halls, and there was a narrow table leaning against the wall here. He stumbled, leaning on it, only to look to the left and see the masked ones staring at him, having somehow circled around.

Two of them stepped forward in eerie unison, both wearing capes. He backed up, hands half raised in the air, eyes darting to the doorways to his left and right before fixing on the masked ones again. They were close enough that he could notice something he hadn’t seen before...there were strings on their wrists, wrapped around their necks as well. The strings were red, and didn’t look entirely real, more like strands of translucent light. Then his eyes darted downward. The one on the left was holding something loosely in one hand. Another mask, this one copper and shaped like a cat’s face. He could see the symbols of the card suits in a diamond in the center of the forehead.

“What’s your name, young man?” The one on the right asked. The voice was blank, devoid of emotion.

“M-Marvin?” he stuttered out.

“Marvin.” The masked one said the name like it tasted exotic. The eyes behind the mask flashed. “You sound like you could make a lovely magician.”

He hesitated a moment too long, wondering about what that meant. When he tried to run again, the other masked ones had surged forward. They moved jerkily, limbs seeming to spasm. One blocked the way left, one blocked the way right, the two in front ran directly at him while the two remaining came at a diagonal angle. He was outnumbered. Hands grabbed his arms, arms wrapped around his torso. There was a mask everywhere he looked.

They dragged him down the hall, seemingly immune to his attempts at struggling and thrashing. Why were they so strong? He screamed, yelled, pleaded, and got no reaction. One of them threw open a door, and he realized they’d made it to the bedroom.

Despite his best efforts, they pulled him inside, throwing him down on the bed, where he landed on his back. He was staring up at a ring of masked faces. The one from before held up the cat-shaped mask, as if for him to see, then flipped it over. Now he was looking at the other side, the side that’s curved to fit a face inside.

“No—!” The word sounded ripped from his throat. They didn’t listen.

He jerked, trying to sit up only for hands to push him back down. Every attempt to rip free and fight back was blocked as they wrapped their hands around his arms and forced them to stay still. He tried to kick out, but they even pinned down his legs. He kept squirming and struggling. That mask was still there, getting closer to him. So he turned his head to the side, only for one of them to grab his face and hair and force it back to position. He twisted his head back and forth, resisting the inevitable. It was yanked back into place every time he tried. He cried out one last time, but the hand keeping his face in place was covering his mouth so even that was muffled.

The mask was inches from him. More hands came, forcing his head to stay perfectly still. He gave one last effort to get free, desperately trying to wrench free. He failed.

It fit on his face perfectly, like it had been made for him. Wide blue eyes stared through the eye holes. There was a single flash of green light, and suddenly his hair was a bright emerald shade, and his eyes were glowing to match.

When the strings wrapped around his wrists and throat, he stopped struggling and went blank.

[geminicblue]

20 Galaxies: Legend in the Sky Chapter 5

Everything was light. Air bright as the sun, flowing like feathers on the wind. Weight was not relevant, substance less so, only the shine. Sleep was the lightest of all.

Ru sat up in bed, buzzing with so much energy she felt like she could fly. There was no sleep to shake off, really she was unsure if she was truly awake. Her imagination painted fiery aliens and Blue Stars behind everything she couldn't see through. Slowly, she wormed her way across her bed and inched the heavy blue curtains open. The branches of the big maple out front were still, save for the silhouettes of fluttering birds. The sky was dim, clear, and rosy.

Did Jayson have the same dream? He hated mornings, so it would be a challenge to get him to talk, unless he woke with the same energy. Upon reaching the kitchen, she found him in a worse state than usual. He was practically face-down in his cereal. His ratty hat obscured his face. She didn't see his eyes the whole morning, and answered her questions in grunts or single words. "I don't remember my dreams," he said gruffly. He left for the bus stop early, and by the time she got to the corner, Randy and Vince Tesla were already there. The three boys shut Ru out of their conversation.

The gate up the street squealed, and a minute later, a train of girls in pleated navy dresses marched to the corner. Colleen, who was taller than all her housemates by a head, was not among them. The girls formed another closed circle when they reached the stop. Alone, Ru watched Jayson with a sour face and listened to them argue about baseball.

Once on the bus, Jayson went for the back rows with Vince. Ru didn't bother following. The eighth-graders crowding the seats would give her the evil eye for even approaching that part of the bus. Jayson was the only one in the lower grades deemed worthy to sit with the senior class. He even left Randy behind, who resorted to torturing the Breckenridge girls with a crushed Hostess cupcake he'd found in his backpack.

The bus screeched to a halt just after starting, and opened the doors again. Ru perked up when she saw a head of long pale hair with a pink headband bob past her window. The Breckenridge girls groaned collectively and snickered amongst themselves. No doubt they were the ones that made Colleen late, but Ru wasn't in the mood to tangle with them. Everything else in her mind was crowded out by that dream.

As soon as Colleen took the seat across the aisle, Ru spilled the entire story, Blue Star, aliens, and all. Colleen listened without question or reaction. Her eyelids drooped, her face long and weary. Her uniform was wrinkled, though clean, the triangular Breckenridge patch on the front still the whitest of whites and jarring red, depicting a nuthatch and a pine branch in clean embroidery. The only thing that shined on her was the dolphin pendant she always wore. Colleen tugged at her tie and took deep breaths every time the bus jumped. "Are you OK?" Ru asked.

Afterwards, there was silence between them until they reached school. The girls walked down the hall side-by-side, as much as the crowds would allow. Colleen's eyes lingered on the floor. Her question just barely reached Ru over the clang of shutting lockers and idle chatter. Her voice was like the fingers of a ghost, brushing the back of Ru's neck. "Is Kelly OK?"

"OK?" Ru echoed, raising an eyebrow. "She never showed up last night. Mom called her this morning, but I didn't hear what she was saying."

"I had a dream."

Ru's eyes widened, and she drew in closer. "One of <i>those</i> dreams?"

Colleen nodded. Her face made her ordinary expression look as bright as a summer noon. "She was in a car accident. She lost an eye. The dream made me sick. I wasn't here yesterday because they thought I had the stomach flu."

She still sounded sick, and Ru was beginning to feel it. Her mother hadn't indicated any of this, but when Ru measured her mother's reactions and answers on the phone that morning, it all fit. "Does she live?" Ru asked quietly.

Tears welled up in Colleen's eyes, but she nodded. The dreams Colleen had rarely involved anyone either one of them knew, which was fortunate because most of them terrified Colleen into screaming herself awake. Worse, she was certain they all came true. They had only found evidence a few times, but Colleen said that in many of them the people involved spoke languages she did not recognize or understand.

Colleen had vivid dreams normally, but she said these were different from other nightmares. Normal dreams were staring at a faded, sepia drawing of a stormy shore. The true dreams were like standing on that beach, hearing the wind beat at the sand and trees and the thunder clap and echo, feeling the icy rain sting and staring down the sheer mass of ocean, roiling and towering and slamming on the beach.

Why were none of the true dreams good? It was the question Colleen asked most frequently of them.

"Good dreams don't need changing," Ru said.

"It's not fair to show me them when there's nothing I can do," Colleen replied bitterly. "Not while I'm stuck at Breckenridge."

Language Arts was in higher spirits than they were. The other students were talking about their own experiences in Tanager Park. Ru wondered if her dream would count. Colleen's might, but those dreams never had to do with the park, and Ru kept silent about them at Colleen's request.

Kenna grinned as she approached. After she and Colleen were introduced, she asked, "So have you seen any of the legends yet? I looked out my window at like one in the morning but there wasn't anything in the park."

Ru shook her head. "You can't see the park from my house."

"Oh hey, is that a Carmody necklace?"

Kenna pointed to Colleen's pendant. It was a glassy, inch-long dolphin, a blinding shade of neon pink. It was far more durable than it looked, too; Ru knew for a fact it had been dropped, stepped on, thrown, and even burned in a fireplace, and it hadn't lost so much as a fin. Ru's mother had guessed it was made of tourmaline, one of Colleen's birthstones, but didn't know if tourmaline could take such abuse and remain as flawless as it was. She also warned that if it was tourmaline, it was worth a lot and could be stolen. Colleen never took it off, not even when she slept.

"No," Colleen said.

Kenna looked for elaboration, but Ru knew she'd get none and stepped in. "Carmody's has only been open for ten years," she said. "Mom said Colleen's mom bought it for her before then."

"I wish I could afford one," Kenna sighed. "Is it true there aren't any two alike?"

"That's what he says." Ru had never seen Ansel Carmody in person, but there were advertisements for his jewelry store at least once a week on TV, and he was listed in all the tourist brochures. "Not many kids have them, even the glass ones are expensive. They're custom-made, you know."

Kenna pouted. "It's not fair. The new girl has <i>five</i>. Really!"

Quite a few heads turned in their direction. "New girl?" Ru asked.

"Yeah, there's someone here newer than me," Kenna giggled. "She was in my homeroom. Oh, she's in this class!" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "By the door."

The new girl walked towards Miss Graham's desk, a crumpled class schedule in her outstretched hand. She held herself tightly and avoided looking at her new classmates. It seemed obvious that she didn't want to be there. It shouldn't have bothered Ru as much as it did. The girl seemed familiar. Very familiar.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" Miss Graham asked.

With a disgruntled huff, the girl turned on her heels and flashed a huge, almost sarcastic grin. That was when it hit Ru. The girl could easily have been Randy Fresnel's twin. Deep red hair, though kept in good condition, silvery eyes, and a smile that radiated energy and arrogance. She was short, too, though not as short as Randy. The rest of the school year would be trouble if the new girl was anything like him in personality.

"I'm Misty Elesti," she announced. "I just moved to Breckenridge. I came from New Mexico."

Ru blinked, and saw confusion flit across Colleen's face. The fact that this girl supposedly had five Carmody pendants was easily explained; many Breckenridge residents were temporary, sent by wealthy parents who were either away from home constantly or felt their children weren't disciplined enough. But Misty wasn't wearing the uniform, and Colleen hadn't mentioned her. Ru passed a note to Colleen, who wrote back, I didn't see her at all yesterday, but they wouldn't let me out of bed.

Misty's gaze swiveled over her classmates with such open disdain that Ru could believe she was from Breckenridge. Then the new girl's eyes settled squarely on Ru. It was so brief Ru shouldn't have noticed. She felt nailed down by that glimpse, and inexplicable vulnerable. She was no longer certain it was Misty's resemblance to Randy that bothered her.

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[general-writing-from-lizzie]

A series of fortunate events- chapter one

Time- two days ish

Words:1391

Triggers: vampires, shouting, vaguely talking about deceit

The forest was calm, a tranquil breeze falling over the trees. Rich, luscious leaves protected the ground, thick brown branches holding them up. The sky was barely visible through the canopy, but what was visible was a bright blue, few fluffy clouds scattered around. The great willow tree nearest the lonely house looked over the forest, it's old roots letting the ecosystem thrive.

At one edge of the quiet forest, was a small -yet spacious- house. Ivy was growing up the wall, potted plants dangling from hooks in the wall. The bricked cottage had 3 Windows on the front, the door off to the side. Lights were kept on almost all day and night, a soft blue hue lighting up the green forest. Perched on the roof, there were always birds, whether for a rest or to live there was up to them, sticks and moss and grass kept up there by the flat roof.

Inside the house, a small, 5"6 vampire was wandering around, all of the blackout curtains up. His eyes were a bright shade of blue, hearts and roses floating around in them. When he got hungry, he found that his eyes turned a deep blue shade. His fangs weren't as sharp as most vampires', but he knew the reason for that. Sucking animal blood is easier than sucking human blood, after all. When Patton, the vampire living there, got hungry, he could usually get rid of it with a salad of some sorts, growing up not being able to drink.

Sitting down in his living room, the nature-themed room made sure he felt right at home. Sighing, he picked up the nearest book, feeling his eyes shifting colours. He didn't want to eat, not right now! It was 12pm, and the high time of daylight. Most 20 year olds would be outside, doing things, but apparently not Patton. Pattons parents decided letting him walk around at 3am would be a good idea. Pattons parents thought leaving him when he got turned was a good idea. Playing with the rim of his glasses, he stood up, and grabbed a salad. Since he was a gardener, he usually had his own plants he could pick, and they were usually much fresher than ones storebought. He smiled softly, and began eating, hopping on his counter, legs swinging.

As the sky darkened, Patton fast asleep in his room, something weird was happening outside his door, on this particular night. The normally docile forest was awakened, by two people stumbling in and falling to the floor. One's tail and ears drooped, the other panted and whined slightly. Angry yells were heard from behind them, but they slowly died down. The forest noticed their apparent fear, and tiredness, so it blocked off the gaps between trees, allowing the two to get used to the forest.

Meanwhile, someone on the flipside of the earth, the human side, was messing around with portals, wondering what would happen if they tried to flip the world. Stepping in, they found themself toppled upside down, in a dark forest. Despite the darkness, the human felt strangely... at peace here, their heart calming down. Despite this being the flip side, they didn't see anything unusual, the portal closing. Disappointment filled their features, as he spotted the neko and apparent werewolf nearing the center.

Walking up to them, Logan waved slightly "hi, I'm Logan, who are you?" They waited patiently for an answer, watching the two looking at eachother and looking back. Logan thought they saw something fluttering around the back of their necks, but ignored it. A soft breeze pushed them and they almost lost his balance, the neko laughing a bit. "I'm Roman and this-" she was cut off "I'm Virgil" the werewolf finished. "Nice to meet you."

From behind them, they heard the door opening, a rather sleepy Patton stepping out. "Do you three want to come inside? I could make you something" the tree branches pushed Roman Virgil and Logan towards where Patton was stood, holding the door open. Logan was first to walk in, taking in the scenery and the smell of mints. Roman was next, immediately running to the counter and jumping up on it. Virgil stayed behind a bit, cautious that he might try to murder them..! But he walked inside anyway, staying low.

"Hello kiddos, I'm Patton, and I'll be looking after you until you find somewhere else to go!" He smiled one of those massive Smiles, his fangs ever so visible. His hair covered one of his eyes slightly, heart shaped glasses falling down his freckled cheeks. A light blush was painted on his cheeks as he saw Roman.

The way her ears rested on purple hair, how they dropped down when she was sad. The sunset-esque appearance of them, red at the tip and fading to yellow, honestly calmed Patton down. Her bright red eyes pierced pattons head, yet whenever they did, it was strangely appealing. The way her tail fell down his back, the bushy, fluffy mound on her back, that just looked so warm.

Then he saw Virgil. Oh, Virgil. How his messy brown bangs covered deep purple eyes, how his earrings looked so natural on him. Being shirtless, Patton could see everything. The abs, the scars, the way his stomach curved in, how whenever he took breaths, he looked so... at peace.

Looking over at Logan,his breath was stolen yet again. Their glasses fell naturally on his face, not falling off all the time like his ones. Their eyes were dull but full of colour, a blue similar to his one, if only a bit darker. Pale freckles were scattered around, their strong jawline sharp enough to cut wood.

"Patton? You okay?" Virgils voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him out of his frenzy. His eyes had gotten darker, as he got hungrier for human blood, to turn someone. "H-huh? I'm okay.." He muttered, still looking at Logan. Grabbing an orange, he bit into it, skin and all. His eyes returned to their normal state, as he smiled slightly. "You all look exhausted" the sun was setting by now, so it had to have been, around 6oclock?

Logan yawned, promting Virgil and Roman to do the same. "It is getting rather late" he smiled, getting up. Patton pointed to three doors. "Pick your rooms." Roman bolted into the one nearest the fireplace, Logan taking the one furthest. That meant Virgil took the middle one. Patton walked into his own room, the one opposite of Romans, and changed into his usual outfit, the blue shirt and the cardigan. He then sat back down on the couch and watched a bit of tv.

A few hours later, Patton heard a door opening, and Logan walked out, hesitantly "i-I can't sleep" they muttered,his face stained with tear marks. Patton got up, leading them to the couch. "Nightmare?" They nodded, leaning into him. Eyes shifting colours, Patton set on helping them.

"I wanna be a vampire" they blurted out, after a few minutes of silence. "W-what?" Pattons voice faltered. "I want to see what it's like as a vampire" pattons eyes widened, as he pulled the taller person closer to him. "N-neck or wrist" "neck, I wanna be able to hide the scar.." Patton bit down on their neck, drawing a bit of blood. Logan fainted, falling into Pattons arms. Picking him up and standing up, he cleaned up his neck in the kitchen, working out how to sort the blood situation.

He sat back down, them in his arms. Despite being shorter, and younger than them, Patton felt a need to protect them, may it be the fact they're a new vampire, or the fact they were a human, that didn't matter. Patton would look after all of them. No matter what it took.

Putting them down and walking into his garden, he felt his soul lifting, as he walked over to his tomatoes. "You're all getting big, aren't you?" He spoke quietly, picking a few ripe ones and putting them in a basket he had left out here accidentally. Looking around, he didn't find anything else ripe, so he picked a few of his herbs and mints, putting them in the basket. He brought the basket into his kitchen, walking out and sitting down on a bench.

[yellowninjaleopard]

autumn winds chapter one: missing memories.

The sky was a bright blue, periodic clouds floating by. The familiar scenes of the country side, the gentle breeze that blew the clouds through the sky, the trees swayed in the winds direction, all from the perspective of our antagonist, staring out of the van's backseat window, when our antagonist was told she would get to come back to their old home and neighbourhood, the word "excitement" could not begin to fathom how she felt. It had been exactly three years since she had moved away, three years since she stopped smiling, three years since she left her best friend behind, our antagonist shed a tear from those memories, but wiped it knowing they soon could finally Reunite and make up for lost time.  Finally, the van came to a stop as it pulled into the concrete driveway, the two large white moving trucks following behind. In front of them was an old white two story house with a brown tiled roof. Three people then exited the grey van, a man with long orange hair that reached his shoulders, a woman with long wavy black hair and a 13 year old child with long orange hair and freckles across her face. The adults entered the house leaving our antagonist standing on the concrete pavement. [*Hiya! Name's autumn! Autumn windsfield. You might be wondering what's going on right? Well me and my parents just moved back to our old house. And our old state! My dad got a job somewhere far away from here three years ago, meaning we had to go with him. He eventually got fired and we decided to move back. This right here, is a cul-de-sac. If you don't know what that is, think of a keyhole right? Outlined by houses and driveways. Only one road goes in and out. That's what i call home! Anyway enough about my awesome life, I'm off to see the real reason I'm so darn happy to be back, my one and only all time best bud, frisk! Come on!] Autumn ran into the back of the moving van like she was running from zombies. She pulled her orange bike and helmet from the piles of boxes and rode it out of the truck hitting the road with the bell ringing slightly, "hey kid! Watch it!" One of the movers yelled. "Hey! Frank, a little reminder, we ain't gettin paid to yell at kids ok?!" Another screamed. Meanwhile autumn sped down the long forest roads [*WOOOOHOOOOO!!!!] Autumn's bike sped down a large dirt hill like lightening. Dust flying behind her as her bike road it's way towards frisks house. Autumns gripped the breaks and The bike came to a stop, the tires loudly screeching against the cold concrete pavement. Autumn out the bike down leaning against the metal pole of a street sign and leaped onto frisks doorstep, beaming with anticipation and excitement, she then proceeded to do her signature "ring the bell to the beat of cherry bomb by the runways" knock. But noone answered [*that's weird, frisk always answers after the beat drops, well she yells cherry bomb first. Maybe she's already at my house?] Autumn started to walk back over to her bike, picking it up but then noticed a poster on the metal sighn pole, [*was this here before?] she took it and began to read: "MISSING, have you seen this child? Age: 12 height: 4'4, Francis hope aka FRISK has been reported missing, having being recently orphaned, it's a tragedy, they have discarded their phone making it impossible to track them, if you see this child please contact local authorities" autumn's stomach dropped. [*no no no no no no...!! NO..!] autumn's hands gripped the poster as they shook, tears threatened to stream down her face from her blue And hazel eyes and she clenched her teeth trying not to frown. [*why...Why are you gone...?? I'm sorry frisk...I'm so sorry..This has to be a nightmare...Please...Don't be gone...] autumn's knees fell to the cold wet concrete pavement, it had begun to rain, autumn sat there on the cold pavement, the rain soaking her bright orange hair turning it a shade darker, she sat there,crying for her lost friend, after five minutes, she then got up and made her way over to her bike again, lifting it up, getting on it and riding home. When she arrived, dinner was almost ready, "hi sweetheart, are you ok?" Asked autumn's mother. but Autumn wasn't hungry [* I'm fine mom, I'm uh, just gonna go to bed..] Instead she made her way upstairs, to a white painted wooden door, faded stickers still remained, autumn turned the cold metal doorknob and opened the door with a slight creak, the room was still being unpacked, but otherwise it was just like how autumn remembered it, the walls were painted baby blue, the floors were oak planks, a dark oak closet stood beside autumn's bed, along with a small wooden chest at the foot of autumns bed,a white nightstand, a few shelves on the walls, a large window covered by orange curtains, a little desk stood under the windowsill, many drawings of pirates or TV characters still remained in the drawers, autumn felt tired, took off her shoes, changed into orange button up pajamas and flopped down onto her old bed. covering herself with the warm thick blanket, her head lying on the soft pillow, she looked to her side and saw her favourite plush doll, it reminded her of frisk, with it's blue button eyes, purple dress, brown hair and stitched smile.  Autumn hugged the doll tightly, tears streamed from her eyes as she cried into the dolls brown hair. She looked up at the cream white celling, as she slowly fell into a deep sleep, still holding the doll in her vise-like grip. In her dream. She woke up in a wooden house, a chair next to a fireplace could be seen as well as a large table. Almost everything was wood. [*Where am i?] Autumn stood up and walked outside, Everything was purple bricks, well except for one Autumn tree. No sky, no grass nothing there's just purple bricks. Autumn heard a cry Over to her right, she looked to her right, She couldn't believe her eyes. She saw frisk, Frisk was alive, autumn knew it. Autumn ran over and out her hands on frisks shoulders, tears in her eyes. [*Frisk! Your ok! I thought you were dead! Thank golly i was wrong! You're really here!] But Autumn also saw someone else, a man with short brown hair and Rosey cheeks, wearing a purple robe with some kind of emblem on it, purple leggings and purple flats shoes. But Autumn also noticed he had a knife. Autumn immediately got in front of frisk and held her fists out like a boxer [*fat chance pal!] The man then spoke. "Give it to me" he said. Frisk then spoke up in pure fear "wh-what?" She said stuttering. The man spoke again getting even closer to frisk and autumn. "YOUR SOUL" the man then lunged the knife forward. Autumn closed her eyes waiting for pain, but nothing happened. she opened her eyes and laughed [*ha! I bet yo Mama coulda done better dude! Not even a scratch!] She was cut short by coughing, she turned around and her stomach sank. Autumn saw frisk laying against the purple bricks, blood pouring out of her chest. Autumn started freaking out while holding frisk close. [*Frisk!!! No! You can't​ die!!! I just got you back!!! Nononono!!! Please! Stay with me...! Frisk! Stay with me!! Frisk!!!] Frisk died right in front of autumn, Autumn lay frisk down gently then turned to the man with pure rage boiling in her blood, she got out her baseball bat, and lunged at him [*MURDERER!!!!! I'll kill you!!!!] But just before she could batter him, Everything went pure black.Then a mysterious voice spoke up. "You cannot give up just yet! Frisk is alive autumn, you need to save her. NOW!" A flash of yellow filled the void, autumn jolted from her bed. Sweat running down her forehead, the only sounds being her heartbeat pounding in her ears and the cries of the seagulls outside her window, tiny specks of dust could be seen floating in the beams of sunlight that shone through the cracks of the curtains covering autumn's window, autumn's breathing eventually calmed down as she held her chest with one hand. Autumn had no idea what that dream meant, but she knew one thing. She cannot give up, she must have courage.

To be continued...

[*Knowing that your best friend is still out there, fills you with COURAGE]

[garycdewitt]

Top 6 different styles for living room design

Creating a beautiful room in the hall requires a lot of effort and the use of interesting ideas and non-standard solutions for the interior of the living room. Even in a small apartment, it is realistic to allocate such a space.

There are many interior styles for the hall, and each is determined by the decor elements and your personal preferences.

The living room is the place where the whole family gathers, where they conduct conversations and communicate. Depending on the functionality of the room, it can combine an office, a nursery and a bedroom.

An overview of most beautiful living rooms in modern styles and will help you choose a living room design concept, find the best ideas, unusual and fashionable solutions

Modern style

The modern style is multifunctional. The living room in this design looks very stylish. The design features include light walls, symbolic accessories and pale shades. When decorating the floor with a parquet board, it is better to choose white and gray tones.

The following style features are distinguished:

Minimalism in decor, furnishings and colors. Smooth and straight surfaces have no expressive ornaments.

Compliance with geometry. The design is carried out taking into account straight lines, obvious angles and planes.

Calm shades. Monochrome tones are applied.

Classic style

Beautiful interiors of living rooms in classic-style houses imply the application of ideas of perfection and perfection.

The design is characterized by all kinds of accessories and elements for decoration. Decor items should look luxurious, but not pompous. For example, as in the photo of a living room in beige shades or for a classic-style room with a mirror.

Interesting solutions in the interior of the living room assume the presence of the following elements:

Wall and ceiling stucco mouldings as a decorative part of classic furnishings.

Natural fireplaces or false analogues in the form of electrical appliances or fireplaces.

Arches and columns.

Massive, but not bulky pieces of furniture. The designs look rich and stylish.

Cornices over window openings installed along the perimeter of the room.

The predominance of natural materials – metal, silk and wood.

Elegantly framed mirrors, paintings and candlesticks.

Plaster sculptures and crystal chandeliers.

The right decor is the finishing touch to a classic living room. The use of expensive accessories and antiques is encouraged. Particular attention is paid to the competent zoning of space.

The compositional center can be in the form of a coffee table and a common TV. Free-standing groups of furniture are used – a table ensemble for tea parties or board games.

The fireplace area is complemented by a table and armchairs with ottomans. Mini library with compact sofa and free-standing console with floor lamps.

Contrary to popular belief about classic design, you should not use fringe, lush ruffles, gilding, wrought-iron furniture or pretentious stained-glass windows in the room.

In our selection, we offer photo projects of the best living room interiors in warm and cold colors.

Scandinavian style

The unusual interior of the living room in the Scandinavian style is characterized by naturalness, simplicity and lightness.

In the home laconic design, pastel shades prevail – light brown, blue, beige and grey. The main color of Scandinavian interiors is white.

But to liven up the atmosphere, it is worth adding a few color accents. For this, red, blue and green shades are used.

The main features of the style:

The uses of natural materials – stone, wood, cotton, leather, ceramics.

Linen and cotton fabrics.

Decoration of window openings with wood.

Beige or white plaster.

Plain fluffy rugs.

Wood floors in light colors.

There is a minimum of decorative elements in the Scandinavian design, but they should be simple and bright. Mirrors that fill the room with sunlight and visually enlarge it would be a good solution. A feature of the Scandinavian style is mainly light shades.

Lighting sources are an important point. These can be floor lamps, lamps and table lamps.

Loft

A room with this design resembles a part of a factory or a warehouse. The furnishings contain elements of the raw surface of the floor, ceiling and walls. The living room has large window openings. Wooden stairs and metal products are used for decoration.

The surface of the walls suggests a rough finish. Decorating in light colors allows for good lighting. Accessories are used in small quantities. Aged pieces of furniture are placed around the room.

Ventilation pipes and communications can be left open. Chrome elements are perfectly combined with untreated surfaces.

Minimalism

Minimalism is distinguished by a sophisticated and simple design. A feature is the severity and freedom of space.

This style is a combination of functionalism and constructivism. A living room in this style is intended for rest and relaxation after a stressful day.

When decorating the interior, the following features are taken into account:

Space zoning.

Getting rid of unnecessary items.

Proportionality in decor.

The atmosphere of spaciousness.

Discreet color palette.

The interior of fashionable living rooms shows a minimal amount of furniture, good lighting and a monochrome color palette.

To increase the space, zoning is used with the help of lighting, the joining of rooms and the dismantling of partitions.

in the style of minimalism, it involves a minimum number of items, decor and details. The design is a functional environment with a clear organization of space.

Minimalism needs accents so that it doesn’t seem impersonal. One of the walls can be decorated with paintings.

Modern classic

Neoclassicism, which emerged in the 18-19th centuries, is still popular today. A living room in the style of a modern classic can be quite functional and technological. Design features:

Symmetry is achieved by using paired elements – armchairs, floor lamps and vases.

Smooth and simple lines, sophisticated furniture sets.

A large amount of free light space.

Use of arches.

A combination of natural materials and practical coatings.

Portals, draperies and textile wallpaper remained from early classicism in modern furnishings. A modern interior should not be bulky and too fundamental.

It is important to choose the right shades in order to create an atmosphere with an aristocratic atmosphere. For this, noble and restrained shades are chosen.

After reading more about the different styles of living room design, read about choosing the perfect sofa to design an elegant living room.

, http://www.thechairandsofa.co.uk/?p=7717

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Top 6 different styles for living room design

Creating a beautiful room in the hall requires a lot of effort and the use of interesting ideas and non-standard solutions for the interior of the living room. Even in a small apartment, it is realistic to allocate such a space.

There are many interior styles for the hall, and each is determined by the decor elements and your personal preferences.

The living room is the place where the whole family gathers, where they conduct conversations and communicate. Depending on the functionality of the room, it can combine an office, a nursery and a bedroom.

An overview of most beautiful living rooms in modern styles and will help you choose a living room design concept, find the best ideas, unusual and fashionable solutions

Modern style

The modern style is multifunctional. The living room in this design looks very stylish. The design features include light walls, symbolic accessories and pale shades. When decorating the floor with a parquet board, it is better to choose white and gray tones.

The following style features are distinguished:

Minimalism in decor, furnishings and colors. Smooth and straight surfaces have no expressive ornaments.

Compliance with geometry. The design is carried out taking into account straight lines, obvious angles and planes.

Calm shades. Monochrome tones are applied.

Classic style

Beautiful interiors of living rooms in classic-style houses imply the application of ideas of perfection and perfection.

The design is characterized by all kinds of accessories and elements for decoration. Decor items should look luxurious, but not pompous. For example, as in the photo of a living room in beige shades or for a classic-style room with a mirror.

Interesting solutions in the interior of the living room assume the presence of the following elements:

Wall and ceiling stucco mouldings as a decorative part of classic furnishings.

Natural fireplaces or false analogues in the form of electrical appliances or fireplaces.

Arches and columns.

Massive, but not bulky pieces of furniture. The designs look rich and stylish.

Cornices over window openings installed along the perimeter of the room.

The predominance of natural materials – metal, silk and wood.

Elegantly framed mirrors, paintings and candlesticks.

Plaster sculptures and crystal chandeliers.

The right decor is the finishing touch to a classic living room. The use of expensive accessories and antiques is encouraged. Particular attention is paid to the competent zoning of space.

The compositional center can be in the form of a coffee table and a common TV. Free-standing groups of furniture are used – a table ensemble for tea parties or board games.

The fireplace area is complemented by a table and armchairs with ottomans. Mini library with compact sofa and free-standing console with floor lamps.

Contrary to popular belief about classic design, you should not use fringe, lush ruffles, gilding, wrought-iron furniture or pretentious stained-glass windows in the room.

In our selection, we offer photo projects of the best living room interiors in warm and cold colors.

Scandinavian style

The unusual interior of the living room in the Scandinavian style is characterized by naturalness, simplicity and lightness.

In the home laconic design, pastel shades prevail – light brown, blue, beige and grey. The main color of Scandinavian interiors is white.

But to liven up the atmosphere, it is worth adding a few color accents. For this, red, blue and green shades are used.

The main features of the style:

The uses of natural materials – stone, wood, cotton, leather, ceramics.

Linen and cotton fabrics.

Decoration of window openings with wood.

Beige or white plaster.

Plain fluffy rugs.

Wood floors in light colors.

There is a minimum of decorative elements in the Scandinavian design, but they should be simple and bright. Mirrors that fill the room with sunlight and visually enlarge it would be a good solution. A feature of the Scandinavian style is mainly light shades.

Lighting sources are an important point. These can be floor lamps, lamps and table lamps.

Loft

A room with this design resembles a part of a factory or a warehouse. The furnishings contain elements of the raw surface of the floor, ceiling and walls. The living room has large window openings. Wooden stairs and metal products are used for decoration.

The surface of the walls suggests a rough finish. Decorating in light colors allows for good lighting. Accessories are used in small quantities. Aged pieces of furniture are placed around the room.

Ventilation pipes and communications can be left open. Chrome elements are perfectly combined with untreated surfaces.

Minimalism

Minimalism is distinguished by a sophisticated and simple design. A feature is the severity and freedom of space.

This style is a combination of functionalism and constructivism. A living room in this style is intended for rest and relaxation after a stressful day.

When decorating the interior, the following features are taken into account:

Space zoning.

Getting rid of unnecessary items.

Proportionality in decor.

The atmosphere of spaciousness.

Discreet color palette.

The interior of fashionable living rooms shows a minimal amount of furniture, good lighting and a monochrome color palette.

To increase the space, zoning is used with the help of lighting, the joining of rooms and the dismantling of partitions.

in the style of minimalism, it involves a minimum number of items, decor and details. The design is a functional environment with a clear organization of space.

Minimalism needs accents so that it doesn’t seem impersonal. One of the walls can be decorated with paintings.

Modern classic

Neoclassicism, which emerged in the 18-19th centuries, is still popular today. A living room in the style of a modern classic can be quite functional and technological. Design features:

Symmetry is achieved by using paired elements – armchairs, floor lamps and vases.

Smooth and simple lines, sophisticated furniture sets.

A large amount of free light space.

Use of arches.

A combination of natural materials and practical coatings.

Portals, draperies and textile wallpaper remained from early classicism in modern furnishings. A modern interior should not be bulky and too fundamental.

It is important to choose the right shades in order to create an atmosphere with an aristocratic atmosphere. For this, noble and restrained shades are chosen.

After reading more about the different styles of living room design, read about choosing the perfect sofa to design an elegant living room.

http://www.thechairandsofa.co.uk/?p=7717

[imotibg2015]

Top 6 different styles for living room design

Creating a beautiful room in the hall requires a lot of effort and the use of interesting ideas and non-standard solutions for the interior of the living room. Even in a small apartment, it is realistic to allocate such a space.

There are many interior styles for the hall, and each is determined by the decor elements and your personal preferences.

The living room is the place where the whole family gathers, where they conduct conversations and communicate. Depending on the functionality of the room, it can combine an office, a nursery and a bedroom.

An overview of most beautiful living rooms in modern styles and will help you choose a living room design concept, find the best ideas, unusual and fashionable solutions

Modern style

The modern style is multifunctional. The living room in this design looks very stylish. The design features include light walls, symbolic accessories and pale shades. When decorating the floor with a parquet board, it is better to choose white and gray tones.

The following style features are distinguished:

Minimalism in decor, furnishings and colors. Smooth and straight surfaces have no expressive ornaments.

Compliance with geometry. The design is carried out taking into account straight lines, obvious angles and planes.

Calm shades. Monochrome tones are applied.

Classic style

Beautiful interiors of living rooms in classic-style houses imply the application of ideas of perfection and perfection.

The design is characterized by all kinds of accessories and elements for decoration. Decor items should look luxurious, but not pompous. For example, as in the photo of a living room in beige shades or for a classic-style room with a mirror.

Interesting solutions in the interior of the living room assume the presence of the following elements:

Wall and ceiling stucco mouldings as a decorative part of classic furnishings.

Natural fireplaces or false analogues in the form of electrical appliances or fireplaces.

Arches and columns.

Massive, but not bulky pieces of furniture. The designs look rich and stylish.

Cornices over window openings installed along the perimeter of the room.

The predominance of natural materials – metal, silk and wood.

Elegantly framed mirrors, paintings and candlesticks.

Plaster sculptures and crystal chandeliers.

The right decor is the finishing touch to a classic living room. The use of expensive accessories and antiques is encouraged. Particular attention is paid to the competent zoning of space.

The compositional center can be in the form of a coffee table and a common TV. Free-standing groups of furniture are used – a table ensemble for tea parties or board games.

The fireplace area is complemented by a table and armchairs with ottomans. Mini library with compact sofa and free-standing console with floor lamps.

Contrary to popular belief about classic design, you should not use fringe, lush ruffles, gilding, wrought-iron furniture or pretentious stained-glass windows in the room.

In our selection, we offer photo projects of the best living room interiors in warm and cold colors.

Scandinavian style

The unusual interior of the living room in the Scandinavian style is characterized by naturalness, simplicity and lightness.

In the home laconic design, pastel shades prevail – light brown, blue, beige and grey. The main color of Scandinavian interiors is white.

But to liven up the atmosphere, it is worth adding a few color accents. For this, red, blue and green shades are used.

The main features of the style:

The uses of natural materials – stone, wood, cotton, leather, ceramics.

Linen and cotton fabrics.

Decoration of window openings with wood.

Beige or white plaster.

Plain fluffy rugs.

Wood floors in light colors.

There is a minimum of decorative elements in the Scandinavian design, but they should be simple and bright. Mirrors that fill the room with sunlight and visually enlarge it would be a good solution. A feature of the Scandinavian style is mainly light shades.

Lighting sources are an important point. These can be floor lamps, lamps and table lamps.

Loft

A room with this design resembles a part of a factory or a warehouse. The furnishings contain elements of the raw surface of the floor, ceiling and walls. The living room has large window openings. Wooden stairs and metal products are used for decoration.

The surface of the walls suggests a rough finish. Decorating in light colors allows for good lighting. Accessories are used in small quantities. Aged pieces of furniture are placed around the room.

Ventilation pipes and communications can be left open. Chrome elements are perfectly combined with untreated surfaces.

Minimalism

Minimalism is distinguished by a sophisticated and simple design. A feature is the severity and freedom of space.

This style is a combination of functionalism and constructivism. A living room in this style is intended for rest and relaxation after a stressful day.

When decorating the interior, the following features are taken into account:

Space zoning.

Getting rid of unnecessary items.

Proportionality in decor.

The atmosphere of spaciousness.

Discreet color palette.

The interior of fashionable living rooms shows a minimal amount of furniture, good lighting and a monochrome color palette.

To increase the space, zoning is used with the help of lighting, the joining of rooms and the dismantling of partitions.

in the style of minimalism, it involves a minimum number of items, decor and details. The design is a functional environment with a clear organization of space.

Minimalism needs accents so that it doesn’t seem impersonal. One of the walls can be decorated with paintings.

Modern classic

Neoclassicism, which emerged in the 18-19th centuries, is still popular today. A living room in the style of a modern classic can be quite functional and technological. Design features:

Symmetry is achieved by using paired elements – armchairs, floor lamps and vases.

Smooth and simple lines, sophisticated furniture sets.

A large amount of free light space.

Use of arches.

A combination of natural materials and practical coatings.

Portals, draperies and textile wallpaper remained from early classicism in modern furnishings. A modern interior should not be bulky and too fundamental.

It is important to choose the right shades in order to create an atmosphere with an aristocratic atmosphere. For this, noble and restrained shades are chosen.

After reading more about the different styles of living room design, read about choosing the perfect sofa to design an elegant living room.

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Top 6 different styles for living room design

Creating a beautiful room in the hall requires a lot of effort and the use of interesting ideas and non-standard solutions for the interior of the living room. Even in a small apartment, it is realistic to allocate such a space.

There are many interior styles for the hall, and each is determined by the decor elements and your personal preferences.

The living room is the place where the whole family gathers, where they conduct conversations and communicate. Depending on the functionality of the room, it can combine an office, a nursery and a bedroom.

An overview of most beautiful living rooms in modern styles and will help you choose a living room design concept, find the best ideas, unusual and fashionable solutions

Modern style

The modern style is multifunctional. The living room in this design looks very stylish. The design features include light walls, symbolic accessories and pale shades. When decorating the floor with a parquet board, it is better to choose white and gray tones.

The following style features are distinguished:

Minimalism in decor, furnishings and colors. Smooth and straight surfaces have no expressive ornaments.

Compliance with geometry. The design is carried out taking into account straight lines, obvious angles and planes.

Calm shades. Monochrome tones are applied.

Classic style

Beautiful interiors of living rooms in classic-style houses imply the application of ideas of perfection and perfection.

The design is characterized by all kinds of accessories and elements for decoration. Decor items should look luxurious, but not pompous. For example, as in the photo of a living room in beige shades or for a classic-style room with a mirror.

Interesting solutions in the interior of the living room assume the presence of the following elements:

Wall and ceiling stucco mouldings as a decorative part of classic furnishings.

Natural fireplaces or false analogues in the form of electrical appliances or fireplaces.

Arches and columns.

Massive, but not bulky pieces of furniture. The designs look rich and stylish.

Cornices over window openings installed along the perimeter of the room.

The predominance of natural materials – metal, silk and wood.

Elegantly framed mirrors, paintings and candlesticks.

Plaster sculptures and crystal chandeliers.

The right decor is the finishing touch to a classic living room. The use of expensive accessories and antiques is encouraged. Particular attention is paid to the competent zoning of space.

The compositional center can be in the form of a coffee table and a common TV. Free-standing groups of furniture are used – a table ensemble for tea parties or board games.

The fireplace area is complemented by a table and armchairs with ottomans. Mini library with compact sofa and free-standing console with floor lamps.

Contrary to popular belief about classic design, you should not use fringe, lush ruffles, gilding, wrought-iron furniture or pretentious stained-glass windows in the room.

In our selection, we offer photo projects of the best living room interiors in warm and cold colors.

Scandinavian style

The unusual interior of the living room in the Scandinavian style is characterized by naturalness, simplicity and lightness.

In the home laconic design, pastel shades prevail – light brown, blue, beige and grey. The main color of Scandinavian interiors is white.

But to liven up the atmosphere, it is worth adding a few color accents. For this, red, blue and green shades are used.

The main features of the style:

The uses of natural materials – stone, wood, cotton, leather, ceramics.

Linen and cotton fabrics.

Decoration of window openings with wood.

Beige or white plaster.

Plain fluffy rugs.

Wood floors in light colors.

There is a minimum of decorative elements in the Scandinavian design, but they should be simple and bright. Mirrors that fill the room with sunlight and visually enlarge it would be a good solution. A feature of the Scandinavian style is mainly light shades.

Lighting sources are an important point. These can be floor lamps, lamps and table lamps.

Loft

A room with this design resembles a part of a factory or a warehouse. The furnishings contain elements of the raw surface of the floor, ceiling and walls. The living room has large window openings. Wooden stairs and metal products are used for decoration.

The surface of the walls suggests a rough finish. Decorating in light colors allows for good lighting. Accessories are used in small quantities. Aged pieces of furniture are placed around the room.

Ventilation pipes and communications can be left open. Chrome elements are perfectly combined with untreated surfaces.

Minimalism

Minimalism is distinguished by a sophisticated and simple design. A feature is the severity and freedom of space.

This style is a combination of functionalism and constructivism. A living room in this style is intended for rest and relaxation after a stressful day.

When decorating the interior, the following features are taken into account:

Space zoning.

Getting rid of unnecessary items.

Proportionality in decor.

The atmosphere of spaciousness.

Discreet color palette.

The interior of fashionable living rooms shows a minimal amount of furniture, good lighting and a monochrome color palette.

To increase the space, zoning is used with the help of lighting, the joining of rooms and the dismantling of partitions.

in the style of minimalism, it involves a minimum number of items, decor and details. The design is a functional environment with a clear organization of space.

Minimalism needs accents so that it doesn’t seem impersonal. One of the walls can be decorated with paintings.

Modern classic

Neoclassicism, which emerged in the 18-19th centuries, is still popular today. A living room in the style of a modern classic can be quite functional and technological. Design features:

Symmetry is achieved by using paired elements – armchairs, floor lamps and vases.

Smooth and simple lines, sophisticated furniture sets.

A large amount of free light space.

Use of arches.

A combination of natural materials and practical coatings.

Portals, draperies and textile wallpaper remained from early classicism in modern furnishings. A modern interior should not be bulky and too fundamental.

It is important to choose the right shades in order to create an atmosphere with an aristocratic atmosphere. For this, noble and restrained shades are chosen.

After reading more about the different styles of living room design, read about choosing the perfect sofa to design an elegant living room.

, http://www.thechairandsofa.co.uk/?p=7717

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Top 6 different styles for living room design

Creating a beautiful room in the hall requires a lot of effort and the use of interesting ideas and non-standard solutions for the interior of the living room. Even in a small apartment, it is realistic to allocate such a space.

There are many interior styles for the hall, and each is determined by the decor elements and your personal preferences.

The living room is the place where the whole family gathers, where they conduct conversations and communicate. Depending on the functionality of the room, it can combine an office, a nursery and a bedroom.

An overview of most beautiful living rooms in modern styles and will help you choose a living room design concept, find the best ideas, unusual and fashionable solutions

Modern style

The modern style is multifunctional. The living room in this design looks very stylish. The design features include light walls, symbolic accessories and pale shades. When decorating the floor with a parquet board, it is better to choose white and gray tones.

The following style features are distinguished:

Minimalism in decor, furnishings and colors. Smooth and straight surfaces have no expressive ornaments.

Compliance with geometry. The design is carried out taking into account straight lines, obvious angles and planes.

Calm shades. Monochrome tones are applied.

Classic style

Beautiful interiors of living rooms in classic-style houses imply the application of ideas of perfection and perfection.

The design is characterized by all kinds of accessories and elements for decoration. Decor items should look luxurious, but not pompous. For example, as in the photo of a living room in beige shades or for a classic-style room with a mirror.

Interesting solutions in the interior of the living room assume the presence of the following elements:

Wall and ceiling stucco mouldings as a decorative part of classic furnishings.

Natural fireplaces or false analogues in the form of electrical appliances or fireplaces.

Arches and columns.

Massive, but not bulky pieces of furniture. The designs look rich and stylish.

Cornices over window openings installed along the perimeter of the room.

The predominance of natural materials – metal, silk and wood.

Elegantly framed mirrors, paintings and candlesticks.

Plaster sculptures and crystal chandeliers.

The right decor is the finishing touch to a classic living room. The use of expensive accessories and antiques is encouraged. Particular attention is paid to the competent zoning of space.

The compositional center can be in the form of a coffee table and a common TV. Free-standing groups of furniture are used – a table ensemble for tea parties or board games.

The fireplace area is complemented by a table and armchairs with ottomans. Mini library with compact sofa and free-standing console with floor lamps.

Contrary to popular belief about classic design, you should not use fringe, lush ruffles, gilding, wrought-iron furniture or pretentious stained-glass windows in the room.

In our selection, we offer photo projects of the best living room interiors in warm and cold colors.

Scandinavian style

The unusual interior of the living room in the Scandinavian style is characterized by naturalness, simplicity and lightness.

In the home laconic design, pastel shades prevail – light brown, blue, beige and grey. The main color of Scandinavian interiors is white.

But to liven up the atmosphere, it is worth adding a few color accents. For this, red, blue and green shades are used.

The main features of the style:

The uses of natural materials – stone, wood, cotton, leather, ceramics.

Linen and cotton fabrics.

Decoration of window openings with wood.

Beige or white plaster.

Plain fluffy rugs.

Wood floors in light colors.

There is a minimum of decorative elements in the Scandinavian design, but they should be simple and bright. Mirrors that fill the room with sunlight and visually enlarge it would be a good solution. A feature of the Scandinavian style is mainly light shades.

Lighting sources are an important point. These can be floor lamps, lamps and table lamps.

Loft

A room with this design resembles a part of a factory or a warehouse. The furnishings contain elements of the raw surface of the floor, ceiling and walls. The living room has large window openings. Wooden stairs and metal products are used for decoration.

The surface of the walls suggests a rough finish. Decorating in light colors allows for good lighting. Accessories are used in small quantities. Aged pieces of furniture are placed around the room.

Ventilation pipes and communications can be left open. Chrome elements are perfectly combined with untreated surfaces.

Minimalism

Minimalism is distinguished by a sophisticated and simple design. A feature is the severity and freedom of space.

This style is a combination of functionalism and constructivism. A living room in this style is intended for rest and relaxation after a stressful day.

When decorating the interior, the following features are taken into account:

Space zoning.

Getting rid of unnecessary items.

Proportionality in decor.

The atmosphere of spaciousness.

Discreet color palette.

The interior of fashionable living rooms shows a minimal amount of furniture, good lighting and a monochrome color palette.

To increase the space, zoning is used with the help of lighting, the joining of rooms and the dismantling of partitions.

in the style of minimalism, it involves a minimum number of items, decor and details. The design is a functional environment with a clear organization of space.

Minimalism needs accents so that it doesn’t seem impersonal. One of the walls can be decorated with paintings.

Modern classic

Neoclassicism, which emerged in the 18-19th centuries, is still popular today. A living room in the style of a modern classic can be quite functional and technological. Design features:

Symmetry is achieved by using paired elements – armchairs, floor lamps and vases.

Smooth and simple lines, sophisticated furniture sets.

A large amount of free light space.

Use of arches.

A combination of natural materials and practical coatings.

Portals, draperies and textile wallpaper remained from early classicism in modern furnishings. A modern interior should not be bulky and too fundamental.

It is important to choose the right shades in order to create an atmosphere with an aristocratic atmosphere. For this, noble and restrained shades are chosen.

After reading more about the different styles of living room design, read about choosing the perfect sofa to design an elegant living room.

, http://www.thechairandsofa.co.uk/?p=7717