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The Allure of Old Rustic Wood Desk Textures

20 Old Rustic Wood Desk Texture Backgrounds Creativemarket Cover In the world of design, the right backdrop can significantly elevate the aesthetic appeal of a project. Among various options, old rustic wood desk textures and backgrounds stand out for their warmth, character, and sense of history. These textures bring a unique charm to any design, whether it’s for a website, an advertisement, or…

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Stay cozy.

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Rustic Home Bar Orlando Inspiration for a massive rustic single-wall, seated home bar renovation with soapstone countertops, dark wood cabinets, a brown backsplash, and a wood backsplash.

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Compact Chicago

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Compact Chicago

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Compact Chicago

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Living Room Library in Marseille Inspiration for a large country open concept concrete floor living room library remodel with no fireplace, white walls and no tv

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Compact Chicago

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20 Old Rustic Wood Desk Texture Backgrounds

In the realm of design, the materials we choose to incorporate into our projects play a crucial role in conveying our intended message and aesthetic. Among the pantheon of textures, old rustic wood stands out for its innate ability to infuse warmth, history, and character into any composition. The texture of an old rustic wood desk or table serves not just as a visual element, but as a storyteller—one that whispers tales of craftsmanship and time.

Old rustic wood desk textures, whether as backgrounds or in design elements, offers an extraordinary opportunity to enhance any project. They add beauty, professionalism, and an inviting warmth that is hard to replicate with modern materials. By incorporating high-quality, large-size rustic wood textures into your designs, you can ensure a timeless appeal that highlights the robustness and nobility of your concept. Embrace the charm of rustic wood—it might just be the touch that transforms ordinary into extraordinary.

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Cincinnati Beach Style Living Room Example of a large beach style open concept medium tone wood floor living room design with gray walls, a corner fireplace and a stone fireplace

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Rusti.co Living Room

Your beloved rustic modern furniture brand is back with our first official living room set – Rusti.co Living Room! This set, of course, features our signature matte metal bars across several furniture items, with matching swatches throughout!

15 New Items:

4 Tile Tiered Shelf TV Stand | 7 Swatches

Coffee Table | 7 Swatches

Cup, Coasters, and Magazine | 6 Swatches

Elephant Ear | 5 Swatches

Flufsty Rugsty | 6 Swatches

Hanging Wooden Ceiling Light with Chains and Ivy | 10 Swatches

Large Book Pile | 8 Swatches

Matte Metal Floor Lamp | 2 Swatches

Matte Metal Wall Lamp | 2 Swatches

Matte Metal Picture Frame | 9 Swatches

Papasan Chair | 30 Swatches

Rusti.co Loveseat | 30 Swatches

Rusti.co Sofa |  30 Swatches

Salt Candle | 5 Swatches

The Dice of Giants | 7 Swatches

7 Wood Swatches and 6 fabric swatches, many combinations of each!

All items are 100% 3D modelled and textured by me except for the leaves ��

All items are Base Game Compatible with all necessary LODs.

Find items in this pack easily by searching Rusti.co Living Room or Kaiso

Download (Free!): https://www.patreon.com/posts/rusti-co-living-82411731

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E V E R G R E E N . (early access, patreon)

This month’s set is extra special because it’s a collaboration with my talented friend Baumgarten ♥ She creates stunning content with incredible textures and details, and we thought it would be fun to team up for November. Just like my previous collaborations, we each created our own sets, but you'll notice they complement each other perfectly! Be sure to check out her set on Patreon. Both parts of the collab will be free by December 20th. My evergreen set includes 14 new meshes, including a cozy sofa with pillows and blanket, rustic surfaces & lighting, some cute clutter like baskets, lanterns, rugs & flowers. I’ve created linen-style fabrics in a range of solid colors, along with a variety of rustic floral patterns for added character. I hope you enjoy & happy simming! ♥

↓ details & download link under the cut ↓

D O W N L O A D  L I N K : [X] (patreon, early access)

S E T   D E T A I L S :

sofa – 23 swatches

coffee table – 6 swatches

end table – 6 swatches

floor light – 8 swatches

lantern – 4 swatches

tall vase – 7 swatches

short vase – 7 swatches

flowers – 4 swatches

hydrangea with glass vase – 4 swatches

rug – 15 swatches

pillow – 22 swatches

pillow & blanket – 22 swatches

basket – 4 swatches

folded blankets (for basket) – 14 swatches

**evergreen will be released (free) on December 20th**

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# CL16 — SOUS LES ÉTOILES DE NOËL !

MASTERLIST !

SERIES MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ charles organizes a romantic christmas getaway at his place in the alps.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ none, just fluff!

003. NOTE !

✯ how are you guys liking the christmas specials so far? i’d love to receive some feedback 🫶

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The season had been long and grueling, with endless laps around the world’s most challenging circuits. For Charles, the weight of the year lingered in his weary smile as he sent the invitation—a simple text: "Come spend Christmas with me. I have a place in the Alps. Quiet, just us."

The idea of escaping to a secluded chalet in the French Alps was irresistible. You imagined the snowy peaks, the crackle of a fire, and Charles—a vision of peace and charm, unburdened by the pressures of his career. When you finally arrived, the chalet did not disappoint.

Nestled among towering pines, the wooden chalet exudes warmth. Its dark timber beams were wrapped in twinkling lights, and a wreath adorned the door. Inside, a crackling fire bathed the room in golden light. The air smelled faintly of pine and cinnamon, as if Christmas itself had taken residence here.

“Bienvenue,” he said softly when you arrived at the chalet, the rich timbre of his accent making the word feel like a gift in itself.

The interior of the chalet was just as inviting as its perfect exterior. Wood-paneled walls gave the space a rustic charm, while the roaring fire in the stone hearth filled the room with both warmth and a golden glow. Cozy blankets were draped over a large, overstuffed sofa, their textures inviting and soft. Pillows in festive patterns—reds, greens, and snowy whites—added a touch of holiday cheer. In the corner, a Christmas tree stood proudly, its branches adorned with ornaments that shimmered in the firelight.

The decorations were simple but thoughtful: glass baubles, wooden stars, and tiny bells that jingled faintly when you brushed past them. At the base, a few gifts wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine added an understated charm.

“It’s perfect,” you said, your voice filled with quiet awe as you took it all in.

“Not yet,” Charles replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “We haven’t had dinner.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and easy. The world outside felt distant, muffled by the thick snow blanketing the mountains and the quiet that seemed to envelop the chalet. The air inside was tinged with the faintest hints of cinnamon and pine, as if Christmas itself had settled into the space. It was as if time had slowed, and for the first time in months, you felt your shoulders relax, your worries dissipating in the tranquil beauty of it all.

The warmth of the chalet wrapped around you both like a cocoon, and Charles seemed just as content. His energy was different here—softer, more at ease. He moved through the space as though he belonged to it, a calm confidence replacing the quick, determined strides you were so used to seeing.

When dinner was ready, it was as comforting as the setting. Charles had gone all out, planning a classic réveillon feast; a French tradition that celebrated indulgence and connection. The dining table, positioned near a wide window overlooking the snowy expanse, was set simply but elegantly. A garland of evergreen branches ran down the center, interspersed with pinecones and tiny white candles in glass holders.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Charles teased, pouring you a glass of red wine, the deep ruby liquid catching the flickering candlelight.

“Starving,” you replied, watching the way the firelight danced in his green eyes.

The first course was a decadent foie gras served with freshly baked baguette, the crust still warm. Charles explained the best way to enjoy it, his enthusiasm lighting up his features.

Next came the main courses—a perfectly roasted goose surrounded by caramelized chestnuts, a creamy potato gratin with just the right amount of nutmeg, and a small mountain of buttered green beans. Each dish was presented with care, and Charles took the time to describe them, his voice filled with pride.

“And these cheeses,” he said as he placed a platter between you, “are from a local farm. The chèvre is incredible, but this one”—he pointed to a soft, creamy wheel—“is my favorite.”

Course after course appeared, each one somehow better than the last. Between bites, you watched Charles relax further, the lines of exhaustion on his face softening with each sip of wine, each shared laugh. He leaned back in his chair at times, his grin easy and boyish as he recounted a particularly funny story from his last race.

By the time dessert arrived—a slightly lopsided bûche de Noël—he was clearly pleased with himself.

“I helped with this one,” he said proudly as he set the chocolate yule log in the center of the table.

“Helped?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, your tone skeptical but amused.

“Well,” he admitted, his cheeks turning pink in the firelight, “I might’ve just added the powdered sugar. But still.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you took a bite, the rich chocolate melting on your tongue. “It’s perfect,” you said, savoring the sweetness.

“Not as perfect as this,” he murmured, his gaze softening as it lingered on you.

The moment held a quiet intensity, the kind that didn’t need words to fill the silence. His subtle grin carried something deeper—gratitude, affection, and perhaps a touch of awe. The world outside the chalet seemed to fade away entirely, leaving only the two of you surrounded by warmth, laughter, and the gentle glow of Christmas.  

When the clock neared midnight, Charles stood and reached out his hand. “Come with me,” he said, his tone filled with an almost childlike excitement. “I want to show you something.”  

Intrigued, you slid your hand into his, the comforting strength of his grasp sending a rush of warmth through you. Together, you bundled into your coats and scarves, the wool soft against your skin. His touch lingered as he adjusted your scarf, his fingertips brushing your cheek. “There,” he said, satisfied, as if preparing you for a magical adventure.  

The crisp night air embraced you as you stepped outside. Snowflakes fell gently, blanketing the world in white, their crystalline forms catching the faint light of the chalet behind you. The snow crunched beneath your boots with each step, the sound punctuating the serene quiet of the forest.  

Charles led the way through the towering pines, their branches heavy with snow and glistening faintly under the starlight. The air was so still that every sound—the gentle whisper of the wind, the distant hoot of an owl, and the soft rhythm of his steps beside you—felt amplified, like a symphony composed solely for the two of you.  

The clearing appeared almost suddenly, a wide expanse where the snow glittered like diamonds under the infinite sky. Above, the stars stretched endlessly, their brilliance untouched by city lights, casting a serene glow over the scene.  

“It’s beautiful,” you said, your voice barely a whisper, as if anything louder would disturb the sanctity of the moment.  

“It is,” Charles replied, though his eyes weren’t on the stars. They were fixed on you.  

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out something small. The item, a leather notebook with edges slightly worn from use, looked humble yet meaningful in his hands. He extended it toward you, his expression a mixture of shyness and vulnerability, as though he were baring a part of his soul.  

“What’s this?” you asked softly, running your fingers over the smooth, weathered cover before flipping it open.  

“It’s something I’ve been working on,” he said, his voice a touch unsteady but sincere.  

The first page held a date, neatly written, and a memory. As you flipped through the notebook, you realized it was filled with moments—days spent laughing over coffee, late nights talking about your dreams, even quiet instances when words weren’t necessary. Each entry was written in his handwriting, neat yet personal, and infused with a warmth that made your chest ache.  

“I started writing these when I realized how much they mattered to me,” Charles said, his gaze dropping momentarily to the snow at his feet. “Sometimes, it’s hard to say everything out loud. But I didn’t want to forget any of it. And I wanted you to know.”  

Your breath hitched as you turned the pages, each one revealing more of his heart, his care, his love. The notebook wasn’t just a collection of memories; it was a testament to how deeply he cherished your time together.  

“I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, your voice trembling under the weight of emotion.  

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replied, stepping closer until his warmth enveloped you. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing gently against your cheeks. The snow fell softly around him, clinging to his dark hair and framing his face in a way that made him seem ethereal under the starlight. His green eyes held yours, filled with an intensity that stole the words from your lips.  

When he kissed you, it was unhurried and tender, as if time itself had paused to witness the moment. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the sensation of his lips on yours, the warmth of his touch, and the silent promise written in the stars above.  

As he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. His breath mingled with yours in the cold air, and his voice, thick with emotion, broke the silence. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, his words carrying the weight of everything he felt.  

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, your heart so full it felt as if it might burst.  

Hand in hand, you made your way back to the chalet, the notebook clutched tightly to your chest. The fire had dwindled into glowing embers, casting a soft, golden light across the room as you both settled onto the sofa. Charles wrapped a blanket around you, his arm pulling you close to his side.  

The notebook rested in your lap, its pages heavy with meaning. You ran your fingers over the edges, the leather warm from your touch. “I can’t believe you did this,” you said, your voice soft with wonder.  

He tilted his head to look at you, his expression unguarded and tender. “I wanted you to know how much you mean to me. Even when I’m far away, you’re always here,” he said, his hand brushing lightly over your heart.  

As the flames crackled softly and the scent of pine lingered in the air, you leaned into his embrace, feeling a peace you hadn’t known in months. The world beyond the mountains felt distant, insignificant compared to the quiet perfection of this moment.  

The snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the chalet in serenity. Under the stars of Christmas, everything felt complete, as though the universe itself had conspired to create this magical evening just for the two of you.