#square pouf

[clayne-stanbridge-2002]

The extensive square pouf is ideal for easygoing seating or love-ins, whatever and this is one of the highlights of hippie lifestyle. To complete a room altogether in a boho hippie chic style might be somewhat much for the normal individual. Use hanging wall ceiling idea, crocheted wall artwork, the whole white theme, color padded cushions over the couches for your lounge room.

[michaeldirnt]

Living Room - Contemporary Living Room Example of a mid-sized trendy formal and enclosed medium tone wood floor living room design with white walls, a standard fireplace, a concrete fireplace and a tv stand

[emvozbaixa]

Austin Contemporary Living Room Example of a formal, enclosed, medium-sized living room with white walls, a concrete fireplace, a standard fireplace, and a television stand.

[syninplays]

Coastal Part One - ts3 version

Okay we're going to kindly ignore my awful preview and focus only on the items lol

Was requested to convert the build items of this set and did as much as I could but some items were too similar to already existing cc or were too tall to be resized and fitted to ts3 walls. So as little gift I also added 4 items I did for myself a while ago hehe

>Mesh/texture credits go to Harrie, original ts4 post is >here<

>Mostly low poly items, but as usual all polycounts can be found under the cut (;

>Everything is fully recolorable!

>Some notes: Most animations look bad but when I manage to get them to look pretty I'll fix these items (they still work and are perfectly functional tho) / 3 tile arches don't have a diagonal version, though if several people ask me to make it I will! / One of the arches shown in the preview looks weird but it's been fixed / Also please let me know if the chair/stool look good as I lost the original files and had to unmerge them hehe

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Accent Window Medium - 564 poly

Accent Window Medium Open - 564 poly

Accent Window Short - 516 poly

Accent Window Short Open - 516 poly

Coffee Pouf - 850 poly

Cottage Door Short - 734 poly

Double Cottage Window Closed - 368 poly

Double Cottage Window Open - 372 poly

Fireplace - 738 poly

French Door Short Closed - 1k poly

French Door Short Open - 1k poly

French Single Door Short - 618 poly

French SIngle Door Short Open - 618 poly

Front Door - 728 poly

Front Door Short - 964 poly

Garage Door Closed - 1k poly

Garage Door Open - 1k poly

Georgian Sash Window - 794 poly

Georgian Sash Window Open - 794 poly

Georgian Window Square - 388 poly

Interior Arch Med - 382 poly

Interior Arch Med 3 Tile - 396 poly

Interior Arch Med 4 Tile - 428 poly

Interior Arch Short - 216 poly

Interior Arch Short 3 Tile - 218 poly

Interior Arch Short 4 Tile - 216 poly

Interior Double Door - 748 poly

Interior Double Door Open - 748 poly

Interior Single Door - 484 poly

Interior Single Door Open - 484 poly

Nursery Spindle Accent Chair - 3,7k poly

Nursery Spindle Foot Stool - 914 poly

Peace Window - 876 poly

Single Cottage Window Closed - 276 poly

Single Cottage Window Open - 284 poly

[fyeahhyolyn]

San Diego Living Room Open

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 43, vol. 10, 28 octobre 1888, Paris. 12. Toilette de mariée, à 210 francs. (S'adresser à Mme Gérardin, 60, rue de Verneuil.) Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

(12.) Toilette de mariée, en sicilienne et dentelle. — Jupe ronde en soie, recouverte devant de trois sicilienne et d’un haut volant de dentelle drapé en tablier et retenu par une gerbe de fleur d oranger. Polonaise à corsage découpé sur ce tablier, le devant est orné d'un plastron en dentelle encadrée de draperies froncées aux épaules; branches de fleurs d’oranger descendant sur le plastron, de l’épaule à la taille, toute la partie arrière de la jupe à partir des hanches tombe en une traîne longue et carrée. Le dos est orné de la même façon que le devant, terminé par un petit pouf en dentelle. Manches demi-longues ornées de dentelles et d’un piquet de fleurs d'oranger. Col droit, formé de trois biais, agrafé sur le côté gauche.

(12.) Bridal ensemble, in sicilienne and lace. — Round silk skirt, covered in front with three sicilienne and a high flounce of lace draped as an apron and held by a spray of orange blossom. Polonaise with a bodice cut out on this apron, the front is decorated with a lace plastron framed by gathered draperies at the shoulders; branches of orange blossom descending on the plastron, from the shoulder to the waist, the entire back part of the skirt from the hips falls in a long and square train. The back is decorated in the same way as the front, finished with a small lace pouf. Half-long sleeves decorated with lace and a spike of orange blossom. Straight collar, formed of three biases, stapled on the left side.

[sundays-sims]

S E N C H A . (early access, patreon)

Hi all! ♥

New set is here, it's super cozy & part of another beautiful collaboration SimspirationBuilds and I created. It contains 17 new meshes, including a tea set with all its clutter, cozy seating options, a beautiful antique table & a cute bamboo plant. Most of the swatches are inspired by natural materials, like wood, old stone, antique ceramic and soft linens. As usual, the full collab can be downloaded on our respective patreon pages, if you'd like to download SimspirationBuilds content and amazing build, you can find it on her page, here: [♥]  

↓ 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 :

Antique Wood Coffee Table - 5 swatches

Triangle Pillow Daybed - 13 swatches

Linen Square Pouf - 15 swatches

Bamboo Plant - 12 swatches

Wooden Pedestal - 6 swatches

Antique Tea Tin Can (3 Versions) - 12 swatches in total

Tea Pot - 14 swatches

Tea Pot Heater - 12 swatches

Empty Tea Cup - 13 swatches

Green Tea Cup - 13 swatches

Bamboo Matcha Wisk - 1 swatch

Wooden Tray - 4 swatches

Coasters (2 Versions) - 8 swatches

Tea Spoon - 8 swatches

** sencha will be released (free) on April 6th**

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[simverses]

WFS Bavaria Part 1: Living Room

Converted from Sims 2, original by Wood for Sims, edited and adapted for Sims 4.

Some of the items are merged  - that is because they share textures. If you want to edit the or remerge, please unmerge first. But keep them together! The largest file in each merged package is the masterfile with all the textures.

23 items in this set:

Seating: (merged in one file) - Loveseat - Living Chair - Sofa - Pouf - Lounger - Dining Bench Chair

Tables: (merged in one file) - Coffee Table - Dining Table 2x1 - Dining Table 3x1 - Dining Table 6x0 (seats 12)

Lamps: (merged in one file) - Ceiling Lamp - Floor Lamp - Table Lamp

Paintings:

Landscape (bigger) - Square - Three-In-One (You can easily add your own pictures to diffuse 2)

Cabinet with glass doors, with or without deco inside - the empty one has lots of slots for deco. (Merged in one file)

Plant in pot

Upright piano

Fireplace

TV

Grandfather Clock (recolor of the Sims 2 Grandfather clock, I included the original swatch also.)

Find the Wallpapers here.

Download WFS Bavaria Part 1 Living Room 23 items (Curseforge)

[simstorian-blog]

Sandtrap Flat

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Bedford Strait

Lot Size:  30 x 20

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

For Rent

Get Famous

Get Together

High School Years

Game Packs

Dream Home Decorator

Parenthood

Strangerville

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Desert Luxe Kit

Build Mode

Felixandre

Soho Pt. 2 (Light Switch Medium, Metal Door Medium)

Harlix

Orjanic Pt.1 (Glass Roof 2)

Harrie

Klean Pt. 2

Klean Pt. 3

Kwatei Pt. 1 (Double Arch Short, Front Door Glass- Medium, Front Door Solid – Short)

Peacemaker

Rustic Siding

Pierisim

Tilable (Plaster)

Woodland Ranch (Wooden Ceiling)

Sundays

Juniper Terrazzo Floor C

Buy Mode

Anniee-sims

Lilah Prints (Mesh Needed)

Anye

Prio (Duvet)

Townhouse (Loopchair)

Awingedllama

Boho Living (Wooden Arch Floor Mirror)

BlueTeas

Curtains

Jasmine Teenage Bedroom (Pendant Lamp)

Allen Seating (Walt Ottoman V2)

CharlyPancakes

Lavish (Clothing Only)

ClutterCat

Baby Boo (Coloring Book, Pouf, Tulip Vase)

BubbleGum (Calendar, Color Candle I Big)

Busy Bee (Glass Jars, Pen Holder, Pencil Case)

Cozy Cocina

Fairylicious (Cushion Pile, Kids Art)

Sunny Sundae Pt. 1 (Candle Small)

Sunny Sundae Pt. 3 (Alarm Clock, Open Book, Vanity Mirror)

CowBuild

Minotti Ottoman I

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 3 (Desktop)

Kyoto Pt. 3 (Bath Tray)

Shop The Look S1 (Magazine Stand, Tassel Rug)

Shop The Look S3

Soho Pt. 1 (Sideboard, Woven Rug)

Soho Pt. 4 (Ficus Planter, Stool)

Harlix

Baysic

Baysic Bathroom

Harluxe (AC Control, Book w Sunglasses, Light Switch, Makeup Tray, Mini Bar)

Jardane (Counter, Grill, Sink – Deep)

Kichen (Bowls, Glasses, Plates)

Livin’ Rum (Bookstand, Coffee Table Book, Frame Tv, Stacking Box)

Orjanic Pt. 2 (Foxglove Vase)

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 1 (Sink, Shelves)

Brutalist Bathroom (Bathtub, Block Vanity – Centre/Curved Left & Right, Frame Mirror – Large, Rectangular Sink, Shower, Tiled Decorative Shelf)

Coastal Pt. 7 (Mirror)

Country (Bed Vase)

Halcyon Kitchen

Shop The Look (Wooden Bowl)

Shop The Look 3 (Coffee Tables, Cushions, End Table)

JoyceIsFox

Simple Live #7 (Cooking Utensils, Double Chopping Board)

KiwiSims4

Blockhouse Dining (Pendants)

Piha Living (Chandeliers)

KKB

Citrus Room (Samsung the Serif Ver1)

Ledger Atelier

Mohan Living Pt. 3 (Sofa)

Nordheim Bathroom Pt. 1 (Bathrobe)

LittleDica

Delicious Kitchen (Paper Towel)

LorySims

2021 Ford Bronco

MyCupofCC

Bathroom Collection (Woven Bath Mat)

Nordica Sims

Art Poster 01

No Style x Woodland

Annika Meabh Sofa

Peacemaker

Creta Kitchen (Bar Fridge, Short Lineal Light Beam)

Ellipse (Ottoman)

Kitayama Bedroom (Half Moon Headboard)

Kassova Sectional

Matilda (Backpack, Jacket, Knit)

Pierisim

David’s Apartment Pt. 1 (Books 3 & 4)

David’s Apartment Pt. 2 (Nightstand, Open Book, Pile of Jumpers 2, Pile of Trousers 1 & 2, Shoes, Wooden Side Table)

MCM Pt. 3 (Metal Sconce 2, Narrow Rug Long, Narrow Rug Short, Wall Mounter Accent Table)

MCM Pt. 5 (Hair Dryer, Hair Straightener, Wigs)

Winter Garden (Olive Tree)

Pilar

Osaka Lamp Oval Large

Plush Pixels

Calm Sofa

Ravasheen

Knit Happens Clutter

Procrafination

RusticSims

Kind of Modular (Books, Deco Jar)

Loft Pt. 1 (Lampara de Pie Petrea)

Sooky88

Justina Blakeney x Loloi Area Rug

Mixed Modern Square Rug

Sundays

Canggu Pt. 3 (Pillows I)

Kediri Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow – Solids)

Swell Pt. 1 (Bolster Pillow)

TaurusDesigns

Eliza Walk-in Closet (Clothing Only)

Tuds

CRIB (Pendants – Small/Medium)

Winner9

Yokeda Wall Lamp Triple

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DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

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[billielolly]

Sims 3 Build - Thriving Cottage

A cosy cottage surrounded by lush flora, with a nursery ready for a growing family. 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom on a 20x20 lot.

Watch the speed build: https://youtu.be/pJBq4KTYWcI

Download here:

Patreon (free): https://www.patreon.com/posts/104892325/

Exchange: https://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=9595889

Expansion packs:

Ambitions

Generations

Pets

Supernatural

University Life

Island Paradise

Stuff packs:

None

Store content:

Lullabies and Nursery Rhymes - Cocoon Crib

Lullabies and Nursery Rhymes - Dirty No More Changing and Bathing Station

Bohemian Garden - Happily Hippy Patchwork Pouf

Custom content:

basimcly - Heritage Doors (External Glass Door x1)

missyzim - Neoclassic Build Set (Shutters Wide)

Martassimsbook - Sims 4 Parenthood Xtreme Shower Tub

ArtVitalex - Glen Mirror

Martassimsbook - Sims4Luxury The Romantic Garden Collection (Iron Table, Wall Corner Shelf)

Catharsim - Syboulette Hortensia Swing

Kerrigan House Designs - KHD Enchanted Pergola

Rennara - Rosa Lee Dining Chair

ArtVitalex - Downey Seat Double

Pralinesims - Contemporary Carpet 78

NynaeveDesign - Lyne Curtains (Curtains 1x1 Left, Curtains 1x1 Right, Curtains 1x1, Curtains 2x1, Curtain Rod)

heaven - Shingle Roof (Mission White Trim)

Twinsimming - Wicker Bin

Martassimsbook - Simenapule Kenai Set Coffee Table

Martassimsbook - Ars-botanica Cup of Pansies

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Dahlia and Delpinium Vases

johziii - Irene Nightstand

Twinsimming - Studded Mirror

Pralinesims - Sheep Carpet IV

M.M.A.A. - A More Purrrfect Rug (3x3 Version)

ATS3 - SIMPLY TS4 Hollyhock

ATS3 - Kitchen Herbs (Basil, Rosemary, Sage)

ATS3 - Neighborly Windowbox

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild My Home Set (Hanging Pothos Plant, Potted Cordyline Palm)

Lulu265 - Bedford Bedroom Dresser

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild Follower Gift Set 1 (Chicken Aloe Vera Pot, Mini Hedgehog Aloe Vera Pot, Cute Stack of Books)

Lulu265 - Bedford Bedroom Wall Art

Martassimsbook - Cowbuild 500 Patrons Gifts Books Stack 2

ArtVitalex - Rowlett Umbrella Holder

ArtVitalex - Rowlett Key Bowl

sim_man123 - Emerson Ficus Tree

Mutske - Medium Palm

Martassimsbook - Pinkboxdesign Kitchen Clutter Set (Utensils, Dishsoap)

Martassimsbook - Syboulette Millennial Kitchen Fruit Basket

ATS3 - Square Canisters

Living Dead Girl - Corner Ladder Shelf

Martassimsbook - Novvvas Mid Century Modern Living Room Succulent 1

Julietsimscc - CWB Unicorn Head

Martassimsbook - Syboulette Dreamy Set (Hanger Bag and Books, Books Plant, Blocks)

taultvec - Parise Seal Pup Plushie (4t3)

Lulu265 - Bella Bedroom Framed Print

johziii - Animalia Paintings V2

WanderingSims - Forest Animals Wall Art

Gosik - Kobe Bathroom Towels 2

ArtVitalex - Upland Toilet Brush

ArtVitalex - Upland Soap Dispenser

ArtVitalex - Upland Toothbrush and Paste

Mutske - Toiletroom Aria Toilet Paperholder

Crowkeeper - The Cryptic Triptych Paintings (Blossoms Abound)

Julietsimscc - Giveaway Gift Paintings (Without Borders)

Lulu265 - Kitchen Expressions Wall Paintings

Twinsimming - Single Serve Hammock

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

I know this is my unscheduled yet umpteenth defense of menswear post, but god I fucking love pocket squares. just a silky little dude you cram into a pocket like what the fuck ever. yes, there are crisp triangle folds and shit but literally one of the main styles is described in source after source as "the pouf," or "the puff," and it is. It is in fact a pouf. a little pouf sticking out from the pocket in puff form. it's so stupid. i love her.

[chicinsilk]

Madame Grès Haute Couture Collection Fall/Winter 1957-58. Svetlana Lloyd in a Ducharne velvet sheath. It is embellished with a tunic whose fullness is directed at the back, somewhat evoking the pouf of Maupassant's heroines. The very relaxed bust lengthens the waist. The bodice has a square neckline not only in the front but also in the back . Cartier jewelry, coral and gold. Photo Philippe Pottier. L'Officiel, October 1957.

Madame Grès Collection Haute Couture Automne/Hiver 1957-58. Svetlana Lloyd en fourreau de velours de Ducharne. Il est agrémenté d'une tunique dont l'ampleur est dirigée à l'arrière, évoquant un peu le pouf des héroïnes de Maupassant.Le buste très assoupli allonge la taille.Le corsage est décolleté en carré non seulement devant mais encore dans le dos. Bijoux de Cartier, corail et or. Photo Philippe Pottier. L'Officiel, October 1957.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Snugglebug

7.2k words

It's a pouf × reader (gender neutral) fluff fic because I'm gay for a bug 💖

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It was essentially a date night. He didn't call it such, of course, but there was truly nothing else to call it. He wanted to watch a movie with you, a cheesy romcom you'd heard of in passing but never bothered to see, but upon seeing how his face lit up as he described it to you, you knew you couldn't say no to him.

He'd even dressed for the occasion, a pink sweater two sizes too large slipping over his hands and hanging well down his legs. You hadn't immediately put the pieces together, only thinking adoringly at the time that he'd taken an extra step to try to look cute for you, but realized partway into the film that the clothing had a real utility to it. He'd left the windows open to let in the cool night air - the sweater was meant to keep his cold blooded body warm enough to stay awake, while keeping the windows open to view the stars and let the breeze in to keep you comfortable as well.

He was thoughtful, for certain. He'd laid out a few snacks for the two of you to share; granted, it seemed as though he'd only realized late into his preparation that he wanted to provide some, seeing as he'd only given you an entire plate of fruits, but he'd taken time to finely chop and dice them into neat little squares. Diced apples, strawberries, mangoes, and a few local fruits you couldn't fully identify, all arranged artfully across a wooden serving platter. He'd placed it on a coffee table near the couch, moved almost too close to ensure neither of you would have to reach very far. You took a seat close to one of the ends of the couch, with Pouf picking a spot close nearby, as close as he could get without actively touching you.

He'd held the remote excitedly, fumbling with the buttons to turn the screen on. He'd spoken quickly while he worked, almost rambling as he discussed how glad he was that you wanted to see the movie, that you were sure to love it, that the central couple was absolutely perfect for the plot concept, which was absolutely brilliant, a work of fine cinema. He seemed to be stating anything and everything that came to his mind, and you knew he wasn't talking simply to hear himself speak - he found each thought he had to be worthwhile to share with you, even as they came to him rapid-fire. Sharing meant quite a lot to him - his music, his romcom, his room and food and thoughts, all of it privy to you. Though he was initially quite chatty, he quieted almost immediately as soon as the movie began, his excitement practically tangible as he shook his hands in front of himself, unable to contain his passion.

After some time passed, you estimated you were roughly one third into the movie, using Pouf's various synopses as a guideline. You glanced over at him to find him enraptured, seeming to hang on to every line of dialogue as though he were working to memorize the entire film. You knew you would hear the plot of the movie rehashed tens of times again over the next few weeks, with him asking you about every aspect of it and how it made you feel, reliving his excitement and joy of having shared something so close to his heart with you. That's all there was to it, really. It made him happy and he was hoping to make you happy as well. It was so simplistic, coming from someone who tied his own mind into knots on the daily.

And in the dimmed light of the room, of course you were happy. He loved you above all else, and he'd gone above and beyond to demonstrate. He'd restructured the entire social order of the palace to include you, read into even the smallest of details you'd expressed to him; the greatest difficulty had been breaking down his walls to perform the same for him, and this night marked a massive stride in progress. He was becoming less reserved, wanting to share his life with you after allowing you to become a part of it. It was just an allowance at first, then a welcome that became increasingly warmer, to the point where you weren't certain he could ever let you go. When he'd fallen, he'd fallen hard, beginning to offer his own affections in a flurry of words and gestures, still too nervous to accept your own. His gestures had still been quite shallow - a hand on your shoulder, a general comment on your appearance - but it seemed that, as soon as he'd gotten a positive response, he let the gestures become deeper and flow more freely. Still with an almost unhealthy amount of thought attached, but accomplishing them regardless. It was part of what had brought you to this night, with him hoping above all that you were happy with it.

Of course you were happy. You loved him.

His eyes flickered off the screen for a moment to observe you, likely trying to determine if you were enjoying the film as much as he was (a nearly impossible task), and he froze upon realizing you'd been looking, gazing, admiring him instead. He was already so close to you, but in that moment scooted himself towards you just a bit more, pressing your thighs together, keeping his eyes on your own as he closed the distance. He was smiling so wide you could swear he was about to burst into tears of joy. He balled his hands into fists and placed them in his lap, stiffening his arms and raising his shoulders, shyly glancing away before suddenly leaning into you.

It was as though he'd simply let gravity take over, his head at an odd angle on your shoulder, his entire body stiff in the unfamiliar gesture you could only imagine he was praying he'd performed correctly. He didn't speak or voice any nervousness, but you could practically feel his rapid pulse with the little contact he had established. The gesture was so clumsy, you couldn't suppress a small chuckle, feeling his head shift as he turned to see what could have made you laugh. Uncertainty shown in his eyes, everything had gone so well until he'd made a gesture that may have been too much too soon, and now he'd made a fool of himself in front of you-

You slid your hand onto the small of his back, slipping under his wings and gauging his reaction to your touch. His eyes widened further at your response to his advancement; he gave no indication of wanting you to stop. You moved just a bit further, settling your hand on his waist. He was grinning almost madly, seeming to try to suppress his excitement at the reciprocation of his affections. You inched your hand onto the top of his thigh, fully resting your arm around him. He still felt tense beyond belief, the unfamiliarity of all the sensations making him almost comically awkward in his posturing.

".. Are you okay?" You kept your voice low - in spite of the adrenaline spike, he still seemed to focus on the movie.

"Do you want me to stop-?"

"No-!" His whisper was almost a hiss - he'd tried to get the words out as fast as possible. "No. Please don't." The words tumbled out in an almost frantic exhale as he tried to reassure you.

"Are you sure?"

A beat of silence

"... Yes, I am."

You could feel some of the tension in his back begin to loosen as he confirmed he was comfortable, having sat with the sensations long enough to adjust to them. Beginning to settle down, he hummed in contentment and readjusted his head, fully leaning into you and snuggling closer. You felt his shoulders begin to lower as he finally began to relax, though you could swear you still felt him trembling, the adrenaline from the advancement still fresh in his body.

And so you sat.

You sat with your lover to - no, on - your side, keeping one eye on the screen and the other on the way he kept fidgeting with his hands, still held in his lap. Every few minutes, he seemed to feel the need to readjust his posture, using the motion as an excuse to nuzzle his face back into the crook of your neck, a small satisfied sigh audible each time, without fail. He was definitely cute, that you'd always known - his odd quirks and mannerisms had been part of what had captured your heart. The way his voice was nearly monotone until something caught his attention and he suddenly came to life, the way he spoke with hand (and, on occasion, full body) gestures, the way it was so obvious when his smiles were polite versus the almost over exaggerated grins he displayed when he was really, truly happy; all of it made your heart skip. But to see him here, melting into your touch, was unlike anything you'd seen prior.

To say he struck you as nervous was a frank understatement. Every advancement he'd made towards you, even the smallest of gestures like complimenting an outfit or passing you a wildflower, seemed like it would send him directly into cardiac arrest. The very first gift he'd given you had indeed been a wildflower - something of a weed really, but perfectly formed with all petals intact. He'd stiffly extended his entire arm to offer the flower, anxiety visible in his eyes and in the sweat dotting his brow. You later learned that he'd been considering every possible outcome of his gesture, hammering in on every negative, of every chance for you to say no, to be disgusted, to turn away for good. He'd thought of it every single time, thinking whatever he did would finally be it, that your love was simply too good to be true, that you were merely toying with him, that one day, the curtains would fall unannounced partway through the act, leaving him alone and in the dark.

Frankly, it broke your heart.

Of course you knew risks were incurred with every relationship - continuing to pursue one with a chimera ant royal guard told you that well enough. Seeing him, in all his glory and power, be reduced to having such human fears and anxieties struck a chord in you. At the end of the day, in spite of it all, he was still subject to the same trials you were. You shared even ground on that front, and it was almost calming - no matter how different he seemed, you were still able to intuitively connect with him on a familiar level. At least, that's how it felt for the things you knew how to comfort; him coming to you crying about his king or screaming in rage over board games was something else entirely. Though, it was also a reminder that you never quite knew what to expect from him. Something that still rang true even in this moment as he curled up to you.

What was presumably the climax of the film was playing in front of you - neither of you had been paying it much attention. The main couple was arguing over what appeared to be a miscommunication, seeming to split for good before their assuredly dramatic reunion. In spite of Pouf explaining the plot to you time and time again, you still weren't entirely sure what the fight was about. Not that it mattered, anyways.

"That could never be us."

He'd spoken for the first time since the film started. You humored his quip.

"How so?"

"We're close enough to not need to resort to airing petty grievances; we simply speak."

He wasn't entirely exaggerating. He seemed to have an almost uncanny knack for honing in on what your true emotions were, no matter how much you would try to suppress any upset if it happened to cross your mind. You eventually stopped trying, becoming more open about how you felt with him. You found that you needed to tread carefully as you did so - he was so easy to upset it felt like a hassle to try, but with the right assurances, he could take the information in. You still felt a few minor struggles when it came to truly reading him - there were minor instances where he definitely seemed as though he were trying to hide something, but he also didn't seem to be the best liar. Trying to get him to actually discuss those feelings could feel like pulling teeth with him, but you'd been able to coax it out of him time and time again.

The two of you had put in an exorbitant amount of effort to become as synchronized as you were, with him always monitoring you for signs of distress and you keeping an eye on his rampant anxiety. While it occasionally felt almost overbearing with the way he observed you so closely and so consistently, it made sense in your eyes. He was an ant. He had little idea of how humans functioned and when he'd be crossing a line with his behaviors; his sheer insistence was his way of ensuring he wasn't breaking the boundaries you implicitly had as a human. His fears about upsetting you were palpable; you knew he had a tendency to overthink, to map out the consequences of everything, stilling himself into paralysis. And that was where you came in, pulling him out of the trenches of his worries and reassuring him that yes, you were comfortable, you were happy, you were just as in love. Close indeed.

Your heart leapt at his words, simple as they were. His efforts had been some of the most arduous; watching him cry as he struggled to articulate himself had been painful beyond belief, and being able to see him gradually become better at it with practice had been a reward in and of itself. You beamed, adoration and pride on full display in a gaze you delivered to your partner. Keeping your arm wrapped around him, you moved your hand from his leg to his arm, pulling him closer and turning to kiss the crown of his head, picking up on the faint scent of lavender in his hair. He giggled, turning towards you and shifting to wrap his arms around you, hugging you close and once more nuzzling into your neck. You returned the gesture with enthusiasm, giving him a tight squeeze as you did; he was too nervous to do the same for you - in spite of his spindly frame, his strength far surpassed your own. He instead settled for a loose grasp, just enough for you to feel the warmth from the thick fleece sweater; it almost felt as though he were wrapping you in a blanket.

He began to subtly, gently sway side to side, still holding you. Even in the small moments, his proclivity towards dance and motion still shone through. The motion was relaxing, slow and repetitive. He kept his face buried in your shoulder, his breathing evening out, hinting that his heart may have finally begun to slow to a standard resting rate. He was finally calming down, blissfully relaxing in your arms. You began to loosen your grip, feeling some slight tension in your arms from having held him so tightly for so long.

He also began to loosen what little grip he had on you, leaning back and gazing into your eyes. His own eyes shyly flickered away every few seconds, but the eye contact he briefly maintained was soft and dreamy. Still looking, eyes glinting in the light like gemstones, he moved. It was quite a subtle motion, but he had leaned in just a bit closer. A silent cue, you suspected. You tested the waters, beginning to close the space between the two of you. He smiled a bit wider, anticipation becoming visible in his expression, eyes shining even in the dim shifting lighting. You shifted your hands, moving them up to encircle his face, your fingertips dipping into his hair. His eyes fluttered shut, with your own following soon after. You leaned in and, after some slight hesitance to ensure he was still wanting, you closed the gap, gracing your lips against his own before finally settling into the kiss, the faint taste of strawberries still lingering on him.

His arms, initially wrapped around your waist, slipped away as he trailed his hands up your sides and over your shoulders, sliding them down and across your back as he encircled you by the shoulders. He melted into your touch, sinking into the kiss gradually, fluid as a drop of honey and just as sweet. Even with the thick sweater, his insect nature still shone through - he was still noticeably cold to the touch, as though he'd just been chewing on ice. It was just another draw towards him - part of an odd natural charm, alongside his wings and antennae.

He held you close, near and dear, drawing the act out as long as he could, a certain decadence present in his lips, soft and cool as silk, pressed to your own. He returned for more and more, almost afraid to stop, lest the magic vanish for good. As you began to feel yourself begin to become lightheaded, you felt him finally begin to break away, his chest rising against you with a sudden inhale; he slowly let the air out, his eyes fluttering open, batting his lashes at you as he met your eyes once more. Your lover regarded you with nothing short of adoration. You were responsible for the sun in the sky, for each individual star, radiating the very same warmth to him, the greatest need for his cold blooded body, the very thing waking him from stasis. He leaned back in, nuzzling your face.

"... You are everything I could have ever wished for..."

He delivered affection with no hesitation. That was almost never an issue for him; he definitely put a bit too much thought into how his larger gestures would be received, wanting them to be enacted with perfection and precision, but in the most general sense he loved nothing more than to dote over you. Still fairly early into your relationship, he had held some reservations, but after witnessing your positive reception, he moved without hesitation. Delivering was only a minor issue - it was the reception that always threw him into a tailspin.

The very first time you motioned to hold his hand, he seemed as though he was about to have a heart attack. You of course registered this as a large gesture as well - an open display of PDA between the two of you. He'd found it quite easy to sneak quick kisses to you, to lace your fingers between his own, to pull you into an impromptu waltz, but as soon as you returned the favor, he appeared to be left in shock. Being on the receiving end of love seemed to be something completely foreign to him.

You had made it your personal mission to habituate him.

It had taken time, but he was growing more accepting of it. His initial fluster and discomfort had been because he simply did not feel worth your time or love. It was something he had expressed to you quite explicitly, telling you as you returned kind words or gentle touches that someone like him simply wasn't deserving. You had a suspicion that he still didn't quite believe that he was worth all the time and effort you'd invested with him, but he no longer voiced objections and welcomed your gestures, so you'd felt that that constituted a great deal of progress in and of itself.

It was absolutely invaluable, seeing him become more comfortable not just with you, but with himself as well.

The room suddenly went dark. Both of you turned in unison to see that the movie had ended. Neither of you had actually caught the ending. Pouf seemed almost embarrassed - he'd praised it so highly for weeks on end, and then completely disregarded it in favor of you.

"Did you.. enjoy it?" He paused, knowing full you had also found yourself a little distracted.

".. I think we might have to watch it again." While you didn't find yourself all that drawn to it (from what you did remember seeing), you wanted to genuinely try to watch it for his sake.

Even in the dim light, you could faintly see him blush.

"Yes, we certainly should." He said it with certainty, making it sound more like a promise than a suggestion. At any and all costs, you would view this romcom in its entirety, distractions and all. He spoke again.

"Are you comfortable?" It was a general question - were you hungry? Tired? Cold? You'd gathered over time that it was his shorthand way of covering all questions pertaining to your needs, as to not irritate you by asking one thing after another.

"Maybe I'm a little cold."

In truth, you were quite comfortable - being wrapped in his sweater had staved off the worst of the drafts. You had said it as something of a joke, forgetting his tendency to take such statements seriously; the words had barely left you when he'd begun to shimmy out of the sweater, tucking his wings back in through the collar and slipping it over his head.

"Lift your arms." He looked at you quite seriously, holding the oversized pink sweater. You kept your arms close to yourself, lifting them enough to bring your hands even with your face. He held the bottom of the sweater open and gently pulled it down over you, a soft and warm smile lighting him up, even in the dim light of the rolling movie credits. You slid your hands through the sleeves, feeling your fingertips barely make it out of the sweater. You immediately felt yourself beginning to warm up, the open window and cooling desert air no longer presenting a concern.

"You look adorable."

His voice was drenched in saccharine; when he loved, he loved with his entire being, and it was plain to see that particular force at work. One could have called him a hopeless romantic, but with his relationship fully realized, he was nothing but hopeful, despair having fully become gratitude. For as nervous as being loved could make him feel, it was one of, if not the best thing to have ever happened to him. The security he felt with you was practically unparalleled - he knew he could come to you for comfort, for any solace at all from the obsessive thoughts that plagued him. As much as the feelings were new and nervewracking, they were exhilarating. You loved him, you *lloved him, you loved him. He very thought made him giddy and lightheaded, such simple joy!

Such simple joy in seeing you in his clothes, calm in his presence. You'd kissed him. You'd kissed him and it was the closest he'd come to feeling real magic. This was all known to you - both from his own words and from a somewhat cruel prank his brothers played which had involved you seeing a rather fervent excerpt from his diary, all free space on the page dotted with hearts.

The kisses and holding him close had probably been enough to satisfy him for the night, but you felt just the slightest bit curious as to how he would respond if you gave him just a bit more.

He was still blushing at you, for certain. You couldn't see it now in the low light, but you felt absolutely certain that, if you cupped his face in your hands once more, your hands might actually be colder than him. He hadn't dressed any differently underneath the sweater - still the same high waisted dress pants, the same dress shirt with its collar evocative of a butterfly's wings. Still the same nervous-in-love man you'd fallen for.

He hadn't always been as sweet as he'd been this evening - he'd been quite cold and rude to you in the beginning, later confessing to you how unsure he had felt with his new feelings towards you, a human, of all things. Nerves, disgust, and above all else, domineering fear, had been the primary facets of his emotional landscape, and with you appearing to be responsible for them, he'd wanted you gone. He'd changed his mind just as quickly, confronting the depths of his affections and taking a massive risk - his own king kept a human he was quite fond of, surely this couldn't destroy his status, could it? He found that the only poor outcome of his pursuance was an entire new category of teasing from his siblings, about his increasingly poorly hidden crush, about how "in loooove" he was, the words always drawn out in a singsong voice. He'd deny it to them, of course, he had at least some dignity left to preserve, after all.

He couldn't deny to himself how you charmed him, how the mere mention of your name granted his full attention, oh you? Were you here? Did you want to see him? It was maddening, the way his heart had been tugged and yanked, the way it was threatened to be torn asunder if he never received an answer from you. He knew his pain was largely self inflicted, but had been powerless to stop it until you two began your waltz around one another. He was aware of courtship, idealized it to heaven and back, but the execution was nervewracking; were you enjoying the gifts or merely being polite? He cherished yours. He cherished you, of course fearing you may not feel the same. As the sun's heat lifts fog, his fears dissipated when that waltz had evolved into a slow dance, the warmth seeping into every area of his life.

Oh, how he adored you.

The room suddenly became darker. The credits had finished and the screen had shut off, leaving the two of you silently staring at each other in near darkness, dim silvery starlight trickling in with the breeze from the open window. Pouf suddenly seemed embarrassed.

"I completely lost track of the time..! You must be exhausted-"

"No!" You didn't want him to feel bad about such a good night. You also knew he would probably call you out for lying.

"... I'm just a little tired." You'd also lost track of the time. You fished your phone from your pocket and checked the clock as it flashed up. 1:37AM. Had the movie really been that long? Truthfully, you considered the most likely culprit: the excitement both of you had had for this evening, delaying the meet up for more time to prepare, not noticing the late start until it has brought both of you to this early hour.

"I think I'll stay over here for the night." He would've walked you home, flown you even. He would've viciously fought the desert cold to ensure your safety; you didn't want him to feel he had to. He also would have complained the entire time, his heart wrenching at the thought of having to let you go for a bit. You were finding yourself quite comfortable on the couch, in the sweater, with your partner at your side.

"I'll prepare a bed-" You reached out and took him by the shoulders.

"Actually, I'm comfortable right here."

"Don't be silly, it won't be long-"

"And where will you sleep?" You knew there wasn't an extra bed - the one he'd prepare for you would be his own.

"I don't mind this couch-"

"Well, neither do I."

He fell silent. Were you trying to shrug off his good will? Or was there something deeper being implied in your words that he was simply missing?

You took one of the throw pillows on the couch, something too plush to be a throw, and set it in the corner closest to you before leaning half your weight onto it. You smiled up at him, genuinely becoming quite settled and comfortable on the couch. He still didn't seem so certain; you considered taking a leap, feeling your heart start to pound as you pondered your words.

"I could.. show you how comfortable the couch is."

Nailed it.

He stared blankly back at you. "I've sat here before, I know what it feels like..?" His voice rose at the end of his sentence, genuinely confused by your statement.

"No, uh, let me. show you-" Your response was stilted, awkward pauses scattered throughout. Pouf wasn't dense. He was far from it. He was an incredibly intelligent man, a mind as quick and bright as a flash of lightning. It all fell apart as soon as social dynamics came into play. He struggled with subtext, with tone, with reading emotions without the use of his nen. You would have to be direct with him, stating your intention without hiding it behind your embarrassment of actually asking him for the innocent query that was on your mind.

"... I don't understand what you mean." You begged yourself to just speak up, to tell him what was on your mind. It wasn't even anything excessive - you'd already held him close during the movie. Just ask. Speak up.

"I want to show you that it's comfortable on the couch!" This was not your finest moment. You were stalling.

You took a deep breath.

"I want.. to ask you something." He straightened up immediately. You completely forgot how saying something so vague would set his anxieties alight.

"It's nothing bad," you quickly added. He didn't respond, confused by the barrage of vague words and unreadable signals.

"Are you okay? If you want to leave-"

"I don't!" Oh my god, you couldn't do this. You looked over him. His hands were folded in his lap, even in the low light it was still visible that he was digging his nails into his hands. His expression could be mistaken for vacant if you didn't know him as well as you did. He was in frantic thought, trying to find where he'd gone wrong after such a seemingly successful evening.

The time was passing. You inhaled, gathered resolve, steeled yourself-

"Do you want to cuddle?"

The words didn't even seem to come from you with the way they had slurred together in your nervousness. He was no different - his response was a shrill sound, something almost like a squeak, as both his hands flew to his face, covering his mouth.

A heavy silence settled over you. Having to be so forward felt almost humiliating. Pouf seemed to also be embarrassed for having missed every cue you'd tried to put in front of him. Though, it was admittedly something you very much liked about him. He never made assumptions, always waiting for confirmation instead. It was quite polite, the way he would consistently wait for consent - to make an advancement, to enter an occupied room, to wait until you said you liked something before immediately snatching it up as a future gift. He was moving towards spontaneity - if anything, this evening had been proof of that - but his fear of accidentally making you uncomfortable kept that behavior largely in check. He almost seemed to refuse to read subtext as a result.

Granted, you didn't feel you had been giving off very clear cues.

His gaze fell to his hands. ".. How do you want to do this?"

You scooted to the side of the couch, closer to the edge, then lifted your hands to him, arms fully outstretched. You gave a sheepish smile, offering up the newly opened space to him. He still seemed unsure.

"You're so close to the edge, you'll fall if you lie there." The concern was evident in his voice.

"I think I'll be okay." Your voice was full of warmth as you coaxed him into lying down. He leaned over you, resting himself on his hands as he looked down over you; he was visibly beginning to shrink away as soon as he'd moved closer.

"Are you sure?" His voice had dropped to a whisper.

"Yes." You could see he was smiling as he asked the question, as shaky and tense as he seemed. He was glad you'd asked - you know he almost never would have worked up the courage to ask you himself. Too much to consider, too many variables to account for.

He clumsily lowered himself into the gap between yourself and the back of the couch, moving slowly to disturb you as little as possible. You brought your arms back down as he began to settle, lying on his side with his arms bent close to his chest. He kept his legs straight, trying to not make too much contact between himself and you, a difficult task with how almost comically long his legs were. You turned to your side as well, your head even with his. He was still grinning, almost a little too widely - he was still visibly nervous about being invited into much more intimate quarters with you.

You weren't going to pretend you weren't nervous either. You'd always returned to your own home to sleep, even as Pouf would protest and plead with you to stay; you suspected that he didn't actually know what he would've done if you'd said yes. He would make his bed for you and take the couch, not realizing you may have had a bit more on your mind if you had agreed to stay the night. It was almost odd, he was so close to you, but you couldn't feel any body heat coming from him. He would only cool further with the open window lulling him to sleep.

The two of you stared at one another in silence.

"So.. do you come here often?" You just needed the silence to break in any way possible. He let out a small amused exhale.

"Yes.. I may even live here."

You smiled almost a bit too much at him not missing the joke this time. He would claim that you never made it clear that you were joking, your delivery was too serious and genuine and he simply could never tell.

"I didn't think what I said was that funny.."

You spoke through soft laughter. "No, it's just that..." What were you going to say? It was just what? That he was being cute? That you loved him? That you'd gladly spend every night for the rest of your life with him, just like this?

"You're just... cute, is all."

He immediately shifted, angling his head to look above and away from you, bringing his hands just a bit closer to himself.

"You even moreso." He seemed to say it almost impulsively, as soon as the words had come to him. He'd glanced briefly back at you as he spoke before his eyes immediately darted off in the other direction. God, he was cute.

Your hands were rested next to your face, similar to where his initially had been when he'd first settled. Once he began to relax after his compliment, you could see his eyes shift from empty space, to your face, down to your hands. He stared quite hard, almost as if afraid you might move. He took a deep breath. He played it off, letting it out slowly. He inhaled again.

"...May I.. May I-" His eyes shifted back to your own, "-please.. hold your hand?" The words were awkwardly spaced and almost too quiet for you to hear, but the request was clear enough for you to understand.

"Of course." Your reply was in the same gentle lull he had spoken with. After your affirmation, he reached out, bridging the very short gap between the two of you, laying his fingertips on your hand first. You felt almost shocked at how cold his touch was. His hands were usually cool, but they felt nearly ice cold in that moment. He lowered the rest of his hand, sliding his fingers around the back of your hand, his thumb curling over from the opposite side. You folded your fingers inward, brushing them over his own.

He smiled in bliss. It took very little to make him feel truly happy; anything that demonstrated your love to him was prioritized in his mind above all else. Your affections were one of the few things his anxieties couldn't touch. For certain, he still held fears about the relationship as a whole, but many of them had eased with time. He felt certain you weren't going to leave him, that your affections were genuine, that you saw him, really saw him and loved what you saw. And in that moment, all of that broke upon like a wave breaking onto a shoreline.

You could see tears in his eyes, glistening in the starlight. He smiled just as widely as he had been, looking into your eyes as he loosely held your hand.

"I love you.." He was barely audible as he confessed. He had never said the words to you. It was clear and evident to anyone who saw the two of you that you loved each other deeply, and of course you'd shown each other that love in a variety of ways. Words weren't his strong suit - he struggled greatly with articulation when it came to emotions. To see him able to pull it all together, for even this brief moment, was absolutely priceless. It was a memory you would treasure long after the night was over.

You felt tears begin to sting your own eyes.

"I love you too."

His tears fell, quick streaks of shining silver down the side of his face. He'd summoned everything he'd had in himself to physically say the words to you, and you'd returned them with no hesitation. His vulnerability had been rewarded almost immediately with validation, he couldn't help but begin to cry in joy.

You yawned.

You didn't mean to break up such a deeply tender moment, but sleep had been creeping up to you since the movie had finished. Pouf's demeanor immediately changed.

"I'm sorry, I forgot how late it was-"

"Oh, hush."

The tears were still bright on his face. Of course he was concerned for you, it was what he did best. He didn't need as much sleep, as much food, could withstand heavier hits. He treated you as though you were made of glass, constantly checking in to make sure you've eaten enough, that you've slept enough, that him putting a hand on your shoulder hadn't been too rough. He struggled to understand human needs, but he'd be damned if he didn't do his best to try to meet them. You knew his mood would start to fall again if you let him think he was depriving you of a basic need.

"I am getting a little tired.. goodnight?" You deliberately phrased it as a question, giving him a chance to give his own thoughts.

His eyes softened.

"Goodnight."

You could tell that didn't seem to be all.

He was searching for words again, loosening his grip on your hand.

"I would like to.." He stopped entirely. "May I.." He paused again. He seemed to he struggling with the same embarrassment you had confronted earlier. You knew whatever he wanted was innocuous. You two had already gotten handsy an hour ago, it wasn't as though there was anything more nervewrackingly intimate he could look you in the eyes to ask for.

"... Goodnight kiss?" He said the words to put them on the table, dropping the entire first half of the sentence. You flashed him a dreamy smile.

"Of course."

You moved your hand, with him immediately letting go as you brought it to rest on his cheek, leaning in, lifting your head and resting it closer to him, softly pressing your lips to his, feeling him reciprocate. The moment was wrapped in a haze from your exhaustion, yet it stood out like a vivid dream you didn't want to end. You pulled away, a silly thought forming in the back of your mind.

"Hold on, I don't think I did that right, let me try again." You immediately went back in for a second kiss, hearing him softly laugh before he sank back into your touch.

"Hm.. maybe one more, just to make sure."

You felt his hand slide onto your own cheek, mimicking the position you held your own on his face. Your hand slid up, just enough to tangle your fingers in his hair, feeling the way the soft locks parted with your touch. You could dimly feel him move his legs over and between your own, tangling them together. He broke away for a brief moment, mumbling against your lips a small statement, an almost inaudible, "I want to hold you", to which you happily obliged, moving just enough for him to slip his other hand beneath you, wrapping his arm around your torso. For as intimate as the two of you were in that moment, it wasn't particularly heated - both of you were beginning to succumb to your exhaustions. You felt yourself beginning to drop off as he slowed, pressing a few more lazy kisses to your mouth; you smiled against his lips as he finally broke away, nuzzling your face as a final loving gesture.

You spoke first, "I love you."

He smiled, full of warmth in spite of the cold room.

"I love you too." The way he worded it was almost unlike him. You would've expected to hear "as well" or "also", but he kept the phrasing conventional, exactly as he would have read about it. Exactly as you would've expected to hear. Perfect, just for you.

He removed his hand from your cheek, moving it along your back as he wrapped you in his other arm as well, pulling you closer. You grinned as you had one last thought about making the night unforgettable for him.

You yawned once more, asking, "Hey, do you still want to cuddle?" You took your hand off of his face and gently tapped your own chest. He hummed in confusion, not understanding the gesture. You shifted your posture as he loosened his grip enough to allow you to move, scooting yourself a bit farther up the couch, bringing your head near the top of the pillow. He watched you with a dim, drowsy curiosity. When you settled, you lazily lifted your arms to him.

"Come here."

His eyes widened enough for him to appear fully alert once more.

"Are you certain?"

Always the gentleman.

"Mm-hm."

He let go of the awkward grip he had on you, repositioning his hands as he moved to lay his head on your chest, hesitating for a moment but replaying your reassurance in the back of his mind. He rested his head against you, motioning to hug you again, snuggling into you as you also pulled him close. You bowed your head, picking up that faint lavender scent again, kissing him one final time.

"Goodnight lovebug."

A lovestruck giggle.

"Goodnight... Goodnight." You had been able to immediately seize the low hanging fruit for a pet name; he hadn't gotten quite so far yet.

You could feel his breathing already beginning to level out as he fell asleep in your arms, feeling yourself about to do the same. His heart had beaten so fast when he cuddled up to you, and now it had calmed in his respite. You'd seen his bed and the multitude of pillows and stuffed animals he kept on it (he swore he wasn't attached to the animals - you swore he was a terrible liar). He seemed just as comfortable using you as a pillow. You weren't going to keep awake for much longer, using your last handful of spare minutes to imagine the scene, the way he fully curled into you, arms wrapped and legs tangled, wings trailing behind him down the length of the couch, his head positioned just so that his antennae were kept aloft. An unbelievably powerful insect, fueled by loyalty and devotion, the depths of which you could scarecely even begin to imagine, an absolutely fearsome creature indeed - on a couch, snuggled up with his favorite human, already lapsing into a dream. In spite of it all, you two seemed to make the impossible a reality. It was what you got for dating an artist, a dreamer.

A dream that would carry on long after the morning sun arose.

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How To Arrange Sofas In Different Room Layouts

Arranging sofas in various room layouts can significantly impact the functionality, aesthetics, and comfort of your living space. Whether you're dealing with a spacious open floor plan or a cozy apartment, the way you position your sofas can make a substantial difference. In this guide, we'll explore different room layouts and provide practical tips on how to arrange sofas effectively.

Understanding Different Room Layouts

1. Open Floor Plan:

In an open floor plan, sofas often serve as the focal point, defining different areas within the larger space. Positioning sofas strategically can create distinct zones for lounging, dining, and entertainment. Consider using sofas to delineate the living area from the dining or kitchen space. Place sofas facing each other to encourage conversation while maintaining an open flow.

2. Small Living Room:

When space is limited, maximizing every square foot is crucial. Opt for a compact sofa or a sectional that fits snugly against the walls. Place the sofa along one side of the room to open up the center for traffic flow. Adding a coffee table in front of the sofa can provide a central gathering spot without cluttering the room.

3. Large Living Room:

In a spacious living room, sofas can be arranged in multiple ways to create different seating areas. Consider a combination of sofas and armchairs arranged in a U-shape or L-shape configuration to foster intimacy and conversation. Place a large area rug under the seating arrangement to anchor the space and define the seating area.

4. Formal Sitting Room:

Formal sitting rooms often require a more structured arrangement. Place sofas symmetrically around a focal point such as a fireplace or a large window. Use end tables or ottomans to balance the layout and provide additional seating options. Ensure there is enough space between the sofas and other furniture pieces to maintain an elegant and spacious feel.

5. Family Room:

Family rooms are typically designed for relaxation and entertainment. Choose comfortable and durable sofas that can withstand everyday use. Arrange sofas around a media center or TV to create a cozy viewing area. Consider incorporating ottomans or poufs for additional seating that can be easily moved around for versatility.

Practical Tips for Arranging Sofas

1. Measure the Space:

Before arranging sofas, measure the dimensions of the room and the sofa itself. Ensure there is enough clearance around the sofa for easy movement. Allow at least 18 inches of space between the sofa and coffee table or other furniture pieces.

2. Create Balance:

Balance the visual weight of the room by arranging sofas and other furniture symmetrically or asymmetrically, depending on the room's style. Use accessories such as throw pillows and blankets to add texture and color while tying the arrangement together.

3. Consider Traffic Flow:

Arrange sofas to facilitate easy movement throughout the room. Avoid placing sofas in high-traffic areas or blocking doorways and windows. Maintain a clear path between seating areas to ensure comfort and accessibility.

4. Focus on Functionality:

Determine the primary function of the room and arrange sofas accordingly. For example, in a reading nook, position a sofa near a bookshelf or a reading lamp. In a gaming room, arrange sofas around a gaming console or table for an immersive experience.

5. Experiment with Layouts:

Don't be afraid to experiment with different sofa arrangements to find the most suitable layout for your space. Use online room planners or physically move furniture around to visualize various configurations before settling on a final arrangement.

Conclusion

Arranging sofas in different room layouts requires careful consideration of space, function, and aesthetic appeal. Whether you're furnishing a small apartment or a spacious family room, the placement of sofas can enhance the overall ambiance and usability of your living space. By following these tips and considering the unique characteristics of your room, you can create a stylish and functional arrangement that complements your lifestyle.

Remember, the key to successful sofa arrangement lies in finding the right balance between comfort, functionality, and visual appeal. Experiment with different layouts, incorporate your personal style, and make the most of your living space with a well-arranged sofa setup.

For more inspiration and practical advice on sofas and interior design, explore our blog for additional resources and tips.

Happy arranging!

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La Mode nationale, no. 42, 17 octobre 1896, Paris. No. 10. — Costumes d'automne et d'hiver. Bibliothèque nationale de France

(1) Chapeau Alexandre, en velours vert myrte, orné en dessus par des coques de ruban vieil or retenues par une broche brillant. Devant, longue plume amazone couchée; sur le sommet deux hautes plumes d'autruche.

(1) Alexander hat, in myrtle green velvet, decorated on top with shells of old gold ribbon held by a shiny brooch. In front, long recumbent amazone feather; on the top two tall ostrich feathers.

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(2) Petite toque de velours rubis, faisant pouf derrière, ornée devant d'un large nœud alsacien, coupé par un papillon cachant le pied d'une aigrette paradis.

(2) Small ruby ​​velvet hat, pouf-shaped at the back, decorated in front with a large Alsatian bow, cut by a butterfly hiding the foot of a paradise egret.

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(3) Collet de chèvre de Mongolie, monté sur empiècement de castor; grand col Médicis roulant en Mongolie. Chapeau Chouberski en feutre noir, avec nœud alsacien retenu par une boucle, orné de quatre grandes plumes d'autruche.

(3) Mongolian goat collar, mounted on a beaver insert; large rolling Medici collar in Mongolia. Chouberski hat in black felt, with Alsatian bow held by a buckle, decorated with four large ostrich feathers.

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(4) Chapeau bonne femme, entouré par une ruche de dentelle avec gros pouf de mousseline de soie sur chaque côté.

(4) Bonnet hat, surrounded by a lace ruffle with large chiffon pouf on each side.

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(5) Toilette de visite en peau de soie abricot et satin noir. Corsage à pointe, montant et brodé, à col de dentelle montant; suede corsage, draperies en bretelles retenues par un chou de satin noir semblable. Manches papillon en satin noir sur manches peau de soie brodées; dessus de bras et ceinture corselet également en satin. Jupe nouvelle, plissée derrière, brodée dans le bas.

Petit canotier relevé orné de velours en jarretières et de grandes plumes en aigrettes.

(5) Visiting dress in apricot peau de soie and black satin. Pointed bodice, high and embroidered, with high lace collar; suede bodice, draperies in straps held by a similar black satin cabbage. Butterfly sleeves in black satin on embroidered peau de soie sleeves; upper arms and bodice belt also in satin. New skirt, pleated behind, embroidered at the bottom.

Small raised boater decorated with velvet in garters and large feathers in aigrettes.

Métrage: 14 mètres peau de soie, 3 mètres satin noir.

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(6) Toilette de promenade, en lainage un vert émeraude. Corsage-plastron uni, boléro orné de boutons et garni tout autour par un galon russe. Jockeys à créneaux sur manches nouvelles à parements de galons; ceinture corselet semblable; ruche crénelée en galon autour du cou. Jupe plate, plissée derrière.

Toque de velours vert, ornée de rangs de perles, avec froufroutage de mousseline de soie et deux plumes princesse de Galles en dessus.

(6) Promenade dress, in emerald green wool. Plain bodice-plastron, bolero decorated with buttons and trimmed all around with Russian braid. Jockeys with crenellations on new sleeves with braid facings; similar corset belt; crenellated braid ruffle around the neck. Flat skirt, pleated behind.

Green velvet toque, decorated with rows of pearls, with silk muslin frills and two Princess of Wales feathers above.

Métrage: 10 mètres lainage grande largeur.

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(7) Jaquette sac tout droite, coupée en long par des galons russes et reliée devant par deux pattes boutonnées. Le drap de la jaquette est relevé par de grands revers carrés et un col Médicis roulant en velours noir. Chapeau Louis XVI à bords retournés avec cache peigne en coques de ruban et grandes plumes d'autruche, posées en groupe s'élevant en aigrette au-dessus.

(7) Straight sack jacket, cut lengthwise with Russian braid and connected in front by two buttoned tabs. The fabric of the jacket is raised by large square lapels and a rolling Medici collar in black velvet. Louis XVI hat with turned-up edges with a comb cover in ribbon shells and large ostrich feathers, placed in a group rising in an aigrette above.