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[gobuyussomecoffee]

Toronto Contemporary Entry Mid-sized contemporary entryway idea with a brown floor and dark wood floors, beige walls, and a light wood front door.

[danielaprice]

Hall in Toronto Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary dark wood floor and brown floor entryway remodel with beige walls and a light wood front door

[swashbucklerswan]

Medium Sun Room Inspiration for a medium-sized slate-floor sunroom renovation with a regular ceiling and no fireplace

[katanra]

Foyer Mudroom (Kansas City)

[benbemine]

Transitional Living Room

[literaryvein-reblogs]

hey!! i really love your posts and trust me when i say this but you're practically doing a work of charity by making all these synonym lists. 😩🫶

i was wondering if you could compile monument vocabulary. vocabulary to describe the intricate and exquisite designs inside historical buildings. tysm!

Some Historical Architecture & Interior Design Vocabulary

Acanthus Leaf - A leaf decoration often used on furniture, particularly on brackets and legs.

Acroterium - Originally an ornament on the roof corners of Greek temples. In classical furniture, similar ornaments applied to the top corners of secretaries, bookcases, highboys and other furniture.

Amorini - Cupid ornaments found on Italian Renaissance furniture.

Anthemion - A honeysuckle design from classical Greek decorative motifs. Term refers to any conventional flower or leaf design.

Antique - Could be anything ranging from a piece of furniture to art. The U.S. government considers any item over 100 years old to be an antique, whereas most collectors use 50 years as a benchmark.

Apothecary Chest - A low chest with small drawers that was originally used to store herbs for cooking and medicinal purposes.

Arabesque - Decorative scroll work or other intricate ornamentation consisting of foliage, vases, leaves and fruits, or fantastic human and animal figures.

Baroque - A highly ornate decorative style that originated in Italy in the 1600's. The style is characterized by irregular curves, twisted columns, elaborate scrolls and oversize moldings. The Italian equivalent of French "rococo".

Bibliotheque-Basse - A low cupboard with shelves for books. Doors are often of glass and sometimes fitted with grilles.

Bullate - Having the surface covered with irregular and slight elevations, giving a blistered appearance.

Cabriole leg - An ornamented furniture leg with a double curve structure.

Chevron - A 'zigzag' pattern characteristic of Romanesque decoration that is often carved around pillars, arches and doorways.

Chinoiserie - A European style of design that is meant to mimic elements of East Asian art.

Console table - A freestanding table, often found in the entryway of homes, that typically serves as a space for decorative elements.

Enfilade - A series of rooms that are connected via doorways that align with one another (commonplace in grand castles, like the Palace of Versailles, or even museums).

Etagere - A freestanding or hanging set of open shelves, designed to display trinkets or other decorative objects.

Gilding - A coating with a thin layer of gold or gold-like substance.

Klismos - Ancient Greek style of chair with saber shaped legs splayed at the front and back. The back legs continue up to support a shoulder-height curved back.

Laurelling - A decorative feature using the laurel leaf motif as its basis.

Lozenge - A diamond shaped decorative panel. Term comes from the Middle English word for stone.

Niche - A recess in a wall for displaying a sculpture or other accessory.

Ormulu - A metal resembling gold. Used as mounts and decorative effects on furniture.

Ovolo - A continuous ornament in the form of an egg which generally decorates the molding called the "quarter-round". Eggs are often separated from each other by pointed darts.

Passementerie - Fancy decorative trimmings such as tassels, tiebacks and ribbon.

Régence Style - This furniture style spanned from about 1715 to 1723, when France was ruled by a regent. This style of furniture design was a transition from massive straight lines to graceful curves.

Sconces - A type of light fixture that is fastened to a wall for support.

Swan-Neck Handle - A curved handle popular in the 1700's.

Trompe l’oeil - A technique used to trick the eye into thinking that something flat, like a wall, is actually three-dimensional. This is often achieved through photorealistic painting.

Victorian - An architectural style defined by highly ornamented design and grand, sweeping facades.

Wainscoting - A type of interior wall paneling that covers the lower portion of a wall.

"Traditional" Interior Design

When talking about traditional interior design, most are referencing a design style that originated in the 18th and 19th century throughout Europe. However, it’s worth noting that other cultures have their own versions of a traditional style that may not look the same as this more Western version.

Traditional Design Elements. Though not exhaustive, a traditional interior will often make use of the following elements: 

Emphasis on symmetry and order

Traditional architectural details such wainscoting and crown molding

Classic decor elements such as chandeliers and bookcases 

Neutral color schemes with pops of bold colors, often in jewel tones 

Upholstery and textiles tend to be subtler (cotton, velvet, or wool, for example)

Furniture pieces with traditional silhouettes, though they’re often updated with modern elements or finishes 

Layered window treatments and draperies; curtain valances aren’t used often

Classic patterns such as plaids, damask, or florals  

Flooring tends to make use of darker wood  

Sources: 1 2 3 4 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Word Lists

Previous posts that include some related words you might find useful:

Some Architecture Vocabulary

Some European Renaissance Art Vocabulary

Some Medieval Art & Architecture Vocabulary: Part 1

Some Medieval Art & Architecture Vocabulary: Part 2

Some Roman Art Vocabulary

Thanks so much for your kind words, you're really sweet! I tried to include a wide range of terminology since you didn't specify which time period you were looking for. Do go through the sources if I wasn't able to include here what you need in your writing. Hope this helps <3

[azsazz]

Bloody Hearts (Part 2)

Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader

Summary: A modern mafia AU.

Warnings: Blood, injury, guns, depictions of graphic violence. Ik this isn’t how hospitals work but just pretend for the storyline that it is.

Word Count: 1,780

Notes: Well, it's been a long time since I've worked on this one, but you all voted for it, so here it is! [Not edited]

[Part 1]

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“What the fuck, Rhys?” Azriel hisses when he catches sight of his fearless leader leaning heavily on Cassian’s side, an arm wrapped around his shoulder. He’s pale, lips beginning to tint the blue shade of the moon, and the man can hear his teeth chattering from across the room.

The dark haired man drops a steel-toed boot to the ground with a thump as he pushes himself up from the large oak desk where he’s been monitoring the cameras. The green shine from the screen glints over the twin guns nestled in the double holster across his strong chest and reflects off of the azure stone set in onyx metal around his neck.

He’s quick to make his way around the desk, hitting a single key on the console as he goes, and the screen floods black. It’s second nature by now, never leaving anything unlocked that he doesn’t want anyone seeing, even if it is his comrades.

Azriel’s footsteps are silent but Rhys’ grunts are not as Cassian helps him lie back on the poker table, crimson already staining the velvet top. The chips dig into Rhysand’s back but he can hardly focus on anything other than the ripping pain in his side. He’d dug the bullet out of his side and had slipped from the hospital before they could get any more information from him, even if his mind was screaming at him to stay, not for his wound, but for the beautiful woman behind the counter.

Cassian’s already off to retrieve the medical kit as soon as Rhys is settled. Azriel slips the knife from its sheath in his boot and doesn’t hesitate to cut through the expensive fabric covering the wound. His golden eyes are sharp, calculating as he moves, flickering over the torn and damp fabric, and then to the inflamed muscle of his torn stomach when he tugs away the bloody material.

Rhys grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as the room spins. He feels as if he’s the ivory sphere twirling around the roulette table as he lies there, letting Azriel poke and prod at the wound he’d been so careless as to get.

“How many times have I told you not to go running around with an open wound?” Azriel speaks softly, his voice a low rumble that’s always comforting, even when it’s a threat to their enemies slipping past his lips. 

“At least I got the bullet out this time,” Rhys grunts back in time for Cassian to hear. He’s carrying the med kit in one hand and in the other, a bottle of triple distilled whiskey, one of the expensive bottles Rhys likes to reserve for his more important guests. 

Now seems as good a time as any to break into the copper liquid.

“Who did this?” Cassian asks, handing off the supplies but keeping the bottle for himself. His voice is rough, wanting to know answers so that he can move his people where necessary, to find out where Azriel can plant his spies. His large frame casts a shadow over the wound when he hikes his foot up on one of the plush chairs, and Azriel tuts, shooing him to the other side so that he can see better. “And why didn’t you call one of us for help?”

Both of his friends have seen Rhys like this on multiple occasions. Not necessarily with bullet wounds, but their leader seemed to be needing stitches more often than he’d like. As head of one of the most notorious mafias in the country, he’s sought after by rivals for power, women for his body, sometimes both. 

It comes with the territory, though, and no matter how many times he scrubs his name from every source he can find, they’ll always know who he is, his father had made sure of that. But it’s no life to live hiding, and now, Rhys supposes that it's no life to live always having to look over his shoulder either.

Azriel leaves to scrub his hands, sharing a look with Cassian as he leaves him to fish for information from their leader, whose arm is thrown across his eyes, the gold light from the chandelier too much for him right now.

“Was it the Oleanders?” he questions, taking a swig of the auburn liquor before helping Rhys sit up for a sip of his own. It burns as it goes down, its aftertaste of copper he can’t quite distinguish is his own blood in his mouth or the drink.

Rhys swallows roughly, the liquor sticky in his throat. “The Oleanders, the Canus’, the fucking Tritons, take your pick, they’re all starting to look the same these days.”

“Well, what the fuck are we supposed to do about that?” Azriel asks as he slides back up to the table to begin threading the needle. His eyes are sharp, focused on his task, shaking his head when Cassian offers him a swig. “We already have every disposable knight out there that we can.”

His friend hisses as the needle pokes through his tender skin. He’ll never get used to the feeling, and he doesn’t want to. 

“Fuck if I know,” Rhys sighs, accepting another drink. “All I know is we need to start playing offense, they’re getting too close.”

A muscle in Cassian’s jaw twitches but he nods nonetheless while Azriel grunts his agreement. The three of them will be up for days trying to plan their next move. They need to think of something to shock the rival gangs, to scare them back into place where they’d been when Rhys’ father was still in charge. A new head meant that all past treaties were over, but Rhysand doesn’t regret it for a minute. Not after what his father had done to his mother and sister.

Azriel is meticulous with his stitching, and Rhys concentrates on the stillness of his hands while he patches him up. It had taken a long time for his friend to be able to show his hands like this, even though the three of them are like brothers. A gambling debt gone wrong had left the apathetic man caught and set alight by the Oleanders, harrowing grins and remarks of how he wouldn’t be able to hold his cards after they’d finished with him haunt him to this day, and Rhysand finds him asleep at him computer more often than not, surveillance screen blaring green light and a gun clutched tightly in his marred grip.

“If we knew who put a hit on you tonight we’d be that much closer to knowing where to start,” Azriel murmurs, tying off the suture and sitting back for a better look at his handiwork. This time, he doesn’t hesitate to take the liquor from Cassian, smearing the label red as he does so.

“Was a drive-by,” Rhys answers, his breathing ragged as he sits up. He makes a face at the scrap of shirt hanging from his shoulders, tugging it off and tossing it to a heap on the ground. It lands with a wet sound but he doesn’t care, they’ve all seen worse.

It makes him think of you, offering to help him out of his shirt with wide eyes and red cheeks. You had made his labored breathing worse, struggling to suck down a miniscule amount of oxygen after your beauty had forced it from his lungs. He wants to see you again.

He hadn’t recognized the large blacked-out SUV that had slowed to a crawl next to him. He’d known immediately and cursed himself for taking his phone call outside, and with no knights to guard him. He was sprinting down the block before the window even rolled a centimeter down, his shiny, expensive shoes sounding like their own bullets ricocheting off of the sidewalk as he moved. 

Bullets sprayed the buildings around him, not a soul in sight. Rhys had managed to dip into an alley and disappear, but after having received the lovely wound in his side in exchange.

It could have been much worse.

“I’ll start looking into security cameras,” Azriel says, wiping his palms down his own shirt. He’s already making his way over to his desk, and Rhys would scold him for being a bloody mess if he hadn’t known his friend as well as he does. That glint in his eye tells Rhys all he needs to know about what Azriel will be doing until he finds the culprit. “Where did it happen?”

“Westboro and 8th,” Rhys sighs, sharing a tired look with Cassian. The both of them know that prying Azriel from the screens will be nearly impossible, and they cheers to that, taking another pull from the bottle.

“You need to be more careful,” Cassian tells him. His hazel eyes are glazed with seriousness, his tone stern and fearful all in one. The corners of Rhysand’s frown soften as his friend's tenderness, agreeing with him in full.

“I’ll make sure you know where I’m going next time,” he answers, gaze sliding over to where Azriel’s already tuned deeply into his work. “The both of you.”

He has his own personal guard, a group of trustworthy men that have passed all of his and his friends’ rigorous vetting processes, but it would be nice if he were able to take a breath alone for a moment. Rhys is sure that both Cassian and Azriel will be flanking his sides once more now that this has happened.

Cassian seems less than pleased with his response but Azriel takes it with a grain of salt, fingers flying over the keyboard in an attempt to find the assholes who’ve done this. He tucks Rhys’ words into the back of his mind for later, already thinking of ideas on how to have more eyes on Rhys without being there himself.

“Shower,” Cassian demands softly, removing the bottle from Rhys’ grip. He saunters over to perch on the edge of Azriel’s desk, watching politely and not touching like Azriel has scolded him on many occasions. The thought makes the corner of Rhys’ mouth curl in amusement, even if he knows that they’ll start murmuring about him as soon as he leaves the room.

But he follows Cassian’s orders nonetheless, sliding from the poker table onto his shaky legs. The room steadies after a few harsh blinks but he stays upright, making sure he has his bearings before he moves towards his suite.

“And try not to get that wound wet,” Azriel calls after him, eyes still pinned to the screen before him.

Rhysand rolls his eyes, ignoring his friends, but his smirk curves into a full blown grin.

[disabled-battlekukku]

If you were given the chance to write for a new Sonic, featuring the return of the kuku empire, what would you write? Where would you add world building and who of the main cast, and others, would you feature in it?

SLAMS TABLE. BIG BREATH.

(Biiiiiig thread comin' ahead!)

First of all, if Sega had ever had the balls to bring the Kukku Empire back, it would probably be a Mania-inspired game. And if it did, I think it would have the same, if not very similar plot points and ideas to it.

Old and new stages, with the old ones being from Game Gear and Master System games (y'know, Tails' home console!). Instead of focusing on speed, it would be much more on the exploration aspect, as that was also a great aspect of those. Maybe focus more on the "high flying" aspect. It would be interesting to see how more grounded characters like Sonic and Mighty would deal in this sort of environment.

If we REALLY pushed our buttons farther, the Witchcarters would be there as well, although probably as mini-bosses. Sega seems to favor them anyway. Limit a little of Eggman's appearance, though. Maybe let him cameo at an ending cutscene.

For story? I don't think the Kukkus would be that interested in pursuing the Chaos Emeralds after that, erm, first attempt, hehe. Maybe the Warp Topaz to keep the "modern-trinket-goes-to-classic-world" gimmick they did with the Phantom Ruby. If not, then either the Chaos Rings or Time Stones! Keep the same old shit of Speedy as the "Metal Sonic" of the game and Great Battle Kukku as the typical final boss.

If I was in COMPLETE charge?

I probably wouldn't take it. I can't code a game, hehe.

In all seriousness, I'd probably try some things that the fans wouldn't like it all that much. After all, I love it when Sega tries to experiment and go a bit off the rails with Sonic gameplay (Tails Adventure and Knuckles' Chaotix are my favorite games, after all!)

Sticking to what I said earlier, exploration is kind of an important aspect of Tails Adventure, and I'd proooobably bring back some classic trinket or thingamajig, like the previously mentioned Chaos Rings.

One thing that CERTAINLY wouldn't make the fans happy, judging that I was a massive Pokemon gen 5 fan, is that I'd probably limit gameplay to only Tails and Speedy. Make it a godamn Sonic Adventure 2/Riders split story thingie! And since Sonic Frontiers happens to have Tails implying to be going on an adventure of his own, maybe the game would happen right after that!

For a setting, I don't really know what I would put it. Probably an entirely new setting, as Flicky's Island was already taken by the Witchcarters in the IDW comics! A new place that the Kukkus decided to conquer, but their luck is just used to attract foxes, huh.

While I said that I'd limit main gameplay to Tails and Speedy, there could be a Sonic 06 thing and find others of Tails' buddies to play as. I'd prefer the child characters like Cream, Charmy, and maaaybe Ray since they all seem to focus on flight anyway. For Speedy? Fuck it we ball, introduce new characters! Give my mans some friends, godamnit!

I'd pull a Rush Adventure, where we would be focused on finding resources and building things to maneauver through the place, kind of replacing the need for a shop like most modern overworld Sonic games have.

Honestly, if I had to say everything I'd think for a Sonic game (or a Tails game, as it seems to be getting like here), we would be here for HOURS!

[writingsofestella]

vespera - ch. 4

Apostate!Din Djarin x Ex!Jedi!OC -(no use of Y/N) Canon Divergent - some plot changed for sake of story, the razor crest lives )

tws // general canon violence, usage of blasters and weapons, mentions of death, minors DNI 18+ only, angst, mature content, more tags to be added later on

a/n: sorry for such the long wait!!! i got my inspiration back for writing, so i hope you all like these next few chapter!! we finally get lore, and the reason Din has tracked her down once again.

wc: 2437

previous chapter: [here]

The walk back to her home was tense, quiet, filled with an uneasy silence that made the hairs on her neck stand straight up. However, the rest of the village was much like this too. The uneasy quietness that fell upon the village after the raid was not something she thought she'd ever feel here.

The Mandalorian's steps were silent in the dirt, despite his size, his armor. He kept in step with her pace, walking next to her, as if he hadn't chased her down half the galaxy. He was silent, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see how his helmet constantly surveyed his surroundings. Waiting for another attack or a trap.

As if he wasn't walking her into what was most likely a trap.

Grogu was making small noises, held in his father's arms. He was trying to reach out her, trying to get her attention. She had to ignore it, trying to focus on her surroundings, keep her guard up.

The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, her body, the Force keeping her hyperaware. It helped her ignore the lingering pain in her leg.

They approached her little home, on the outskirts of the village. Standing in front of her door, she could feel the Mandalorian standing behind her. She shifted her feet, as if half prepared to slip inside and lock him out. Or run. Or both.

But she would be lying if she said she had the energy to outrun a Mandalorian.

Sighing internally, she shook her head, finally opening the door for the both of them to come in. "Can't believe I'm letting a Mandalorian bounty hunter into my home." She half muttered to herself.

"This isn't how I imagined our reunion going either, if it's any consolation." The Mandalorian quipped back, his voice dry.

She simply gave a deadpan look, watching as the bounty hunter walked past her as she held the door open, shutting it behind him and Grogu both. "Right, because your idea of a reunion would be me in cuffs being handed over to your employer." She said, her eyes watching him, analyzing him as he stood there.

He almost looked out of place in her home, all metal and leather, a trained fighter and killer. While her home was built out of natural stone, with plants and fruits, a healer's home. The only thing that stood out, that made the armored killer look even slightly less intimidating, was the tiny green child. One who seemed to be holding onto him, happy to be in his arms again.

"More or less." He responded, his helmet finally looking back down at her, tilting slightly. "Things changed."

"So you mentioned. What is this common interest of ours, then?" She asked him, crossing her arms, putting her weight on her good leg.

"Why don't we sit down?" He commented. "Can't imagine that blaster shot of yours is feeling too good right now." He added on, with a tilt of his head.

Her eyes narrowed at him. She didn't take orders from anyone, let alone a bounty hunter. But only because her leg was hurting, she decided to sit at the table she had. She watched as he followed suit, sitting across from her. Grogu's head barely made it above the table, she took note of.

There was an uneasy silence that grew between the both of them. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, staring him down. Trying to summon some of that exaggerated courage she had once, when facing down too many bounty hunters to count. None of them had saved her though, and none of them had a Force sensitive child.

"I don't suppose our common interest is your child." She spoke first, taking control of the conversation.

"Partially." He answered with, and his helmet tilted down to look at Grogu, sitting on his lap. After listening to Grogu babble something or another, his head looked back up to her. "I was sent to find you."

Her eyes narrowed at him. "By your employers, I presume."

She would defend herself if need be. He would not drag her back. She would not go with him, would not be taken in as a bounty.

"No." He answered, surprising her. "An… acquaintance, you could say."

She stared at him, both confused and on edge, not quite sure if he was lying or not. The Force inside of her told her that he was telling the truth, mostly. "An acquaintance."

He gave a nod of his helmet, and then was reaching into his satchel. On instinct, she jerked from her position, a hand gripping onto the table, ready to bolt.

"Calm, Jetii." He said, pausing in his movements, helmet staring her down. His voice a low rumble. "I swore I would not harm you."

She bristled at the name he called her. She was smart enough to know the word he spoke, and it took everything in her power to run just from that. She was already on edge. Last time he had pulled something from his satchel, from a prior meeting, it had been cuffs, intending on taking her hostage, to cash in on her bounty.

"You do not have the most trustworthy track record, Mandalorian." She finally responded.

He stared her down, only a table separating them, really. She was already weakened from her work in the clinic, from getting shot. How easy would it be for him to take her down, capture her now?

It was only Grogu's cooing that made her tear her gaze from his father.

The child looked up at her with his big eyes, ears tilted downwards. His little clawed hand reached out to her, as if trying to reach for her.

Help?

"It's only because of your child I even let you in my home." She finally spoke, leaning back in her seat again, but still ready to bolt if need be.

"Then perhaps this will convince you."

He pulled out a small holo-device, barely larger than his gloved palm. It looked like it had seen better days, old and probably from during the war. He set it down on the table, sliding it to the middle and pressing a button on it.

At first, she saw nothing, as the old thing made noises that sounded like it was struggling to turn on. Then, a small, blue, flickering hologram appeared. A young man, she thought, with light colored hair. Wearing all dark. Her eyes narrowed as she saw what looked like a lightsaber at his hip.

"Hello Mandalorian. This is Luke Skywalker. I have a request for you." The hologram started.

Her eyes widened, eyebrows furrowing.

Faintly, she could hear Grogu cooing in interest, but she sat there, mind racing.

Luke Skywalker?

"There is a Jedi that I would like you to find. If my sources are to be believed, she is on the planet of Amia. It is of utmost importance that she comes here. She may be the last Jedi healer ever taught before the Order fell, and we need to preserve whatever teachings we can find. For the next Jedi."

Her grip was so tight on the table, but she didn't even notice, as she stared at the hologram, watching as the image flickered in and out. Her mind and heart racing, trying to understand this all. She had never met Luke Skywalker. She knew of him only from the rumors and reports that spread through the galaxy of his actions to take down the Empire. Of his power.

Yet he seemed to know everything about her.

"She goes by Fyra Thane now."

Fyra, as she was now called, stopped hearing the words he spoke after that. Staring at the hologram, lost in thought. Still as a statue. Eventually the hologram fizzled out, as the recording finishing. And there was an uneasy silence that filled her home afterwords.

Someone here knew what she was. They knew. Who? Who could have known? Who knew Luke Skywalker, a Jedi himself? Who was feeding him this information?

How did a Mandalorian bounty hunter even know a Jedi? Something told her that the small green child, who looked so much like a Jedi Master of her past, was the reason for all of this.

"What is in this for you?" She finally broke the silence, tearing her gaze from the holo-device to stare back up at him. Her voice was a controlled calm, her hand holding onto the table so tightly. "I am sure my bounty would give you more credits than he would."

"As satisfying as it would be to bring you in after you have evaded me time and time again," he started, "I believe it is in both of our best interests to not hand you over."

"And why is that?" She dared to ask.

"Considering the bounty on his head was imperial scientists, I don't think it's too hard of a guess as to who put the bounty on you." He spoke, his voice even and short.

She felt her heart stutter, in both fear and anger. Her eyes glanced from the Mandalorian down to Grogu. He had been hunted, too? Already, at such a young age? It made her angry, that she had failed in her actions that had caused the bounty to be placed on her head in the first place. Disappointed in herself, that she couldn't do what had been needed. Surely, it had caused him to be hunted.

She shook her head, once. "No. It's not." Her voice quiet. She thought for a moment, trying to process all of this. "And if you turned me in-"

"They would come after him, again." He finished with, his voice steely with resolve. The type of voice she had come to expect from a faceless bounty hunter, trained to kill and hunt from childhood. "They know I have him. So if I turned you in, they would-"

"I know what they are capable of, Mandalorian." She shot back, cutting him off before he could continue on that comment. "I know what they would do, and what they have done." She spoke, voice low and even, staring him down.

She let out a tense sigh, closing her eyes for just a moment, trying to let the Force wash over her, to calm her once more. This was a lot to take in.

"What if I don't go with you to see Skywalker?" She dared to ask, opening her eyes once again. She couldn't help the curious nature inside of her, to see what he would say.

He just stared at her, impassive through the helmet, but she could almost sense his annoyance through his beskar. For wearing such impressive armor, it seemed to be too easy to get under his skin.

"You could stay here and have another attempt made at your life." He finally retorted.

She hadn't even had the chance to process that. That Henry had truly, willfully, shot at her. For the first time in months, she felt that danger, lingering around her like a curse, a shadow that would not leave.

She had been foolish to think that she could ever have a home.

"How do I know you won't do the same to me while we're traveling to wherever Skywalker is at?" She countered, but she knew she was in a situation with only one clear answer. "Even if you don't turn me in for that bounty, you haven't exactly been cordial in the past."

Perhaps it wasn't fair to hold his attempts to capture her in front of them. He had been doing a job, and she understood that. But how could she possibly begin to even believe him?

"You saved Grogu." Was the response that finally came. "And he seems to trust you."

Grogu let out a cooing noise, looking from his buir to her once more. His big eyes staring at her. As if trying to convince her to come with them, to go to Luke. She could almost hear him, his tiny little voice, trying to speak to her through the Force.

It was a stupid idea, really. To go with the Mandalorian and his child. His force-sensitive child, who was already so strong and powerful in the Force. All because a rumored hero of the galaxy wanted to learn what she knew for future generations of jedi.

"Would I save you from that sniper if I had just planned on killing you later?" He challenged her, yet she could hear the genuine curiosity in his voice.

"For personal satisfaction? I wouldn't blame you if you did." She retorted dryly.

A noise almost like a huff came from his helmet, as he tilted his head to look at her. It was almost comical, seeing him sitting in the chair. He was not short nor narrow by any means, she took note of. He was broad and tall, and he seemed so out of place in her home. All metal and fight, of battle, in her home of nature and healing. She supposed there were two sides to every battle.

"You saved Grogu." He repeated out. "He is part of my… clan." She could hear the care in his voice, despite how much he might have tried to hide it. Yet the struggle too, as if he could not accept that Grogu was with him again. "You saved him, so you have my word no harm will come to you by my hand."

A life for a life, then.

She rubbed her face, all of this too much for her to truly think through right now. She couldn't stay here. With the sudden appearance of Grogu, and how he instantly latched himself onto her, the other villagers suspected her. Add on his hunter of a father and Henry's attack, she knew it was only a matter of time before she got hurt even worse than today. She suspected people already knew she wasn't normal, especially Jir.

She dropped her hand to stare at the both of them. Taking in who would be her traveling companion for however long it would take, if she agreed. A Mandalorian bounty hunter she had evaded time and time again, who had once been coldhearted and ruthless, willing to hand her over to Imperials. And his child, a creature with eyes so big and wide, full of so much innocence but so much hurt already, who had wormed his way into the stone cold hunter. A child with powers like her own, a creature also hunted.

"When do we leave?"

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[wood-factory-furniture]

How to Style a Wooden Console Table: 10 Thoughts for Your Entryway

A Wooden Console Table is a flexible household item that can add both usefulness and style to your home. Frequently positioned in the entryway, it fills in as a spot to drop keys, mail, or packs while likewise going about as an embellishing point of convergence. The following are 10 plans to assist you with styling your wooden console table and make an inviting entry:

1. Moderate Stylish

Keep it basic: Choose a perfect, moderate look by putting a couple of painstakingly picked things on the table.

Utilize regular components: Consolidate normal materials like wood, stone, or vegetation to make a quieting environment.

Add a bit of variety: Present a pop of variety with a little jar of blossoms or an enhancing bowl.

2. Natural Appeal

Embrace regular surfaces: Match your wooden console table with other rural components like woven bushels, burlap, or horns.

Add a one of a kind touch: Integrate collectible or rare things, like an outlined photo or a little clock.

Utilize warm lighting: Introduce a pendant light or wall sconces over the table to make a comfortable feeling.

3. Alluring Sparkle

Add a bit of extravagance: Consolidate metallic accents, like gold or silver, with beautiful items or a mirror.

Utilize sensational lighting: Introduce a crystal fixture or an assertion light installation over the table.

Add a hint of extravagance: Spot a velvet sprinter or a rich toss cover on the table.

4. Beach front Stylish

Integrate nautical components: Use shells, starfish, or nautical-themed stylistic layout.

Utilize a light variety range: Decide on delicate blues, whites, and sandy tones.

Add a hint of surface: Consolidate jute floor coverings or woven crates.

5. Modern Edge

Join wood and metal: Match your wooden console table with metal accents, like a metal light or a created iron crate.

Utilize unrefined components: Consolidate incomplete wood or uncovered block for a tough look.

Add a hint of vegetation: Spot a huge pruned plant or a balancing grower on the table.

6. Conventional Class

Utilize exemplary style: Consolidate customary components like porcelain jars, precious stone dishes, or outlined family representations.

Add a bit of variety: Utilize quieted tones like naval force, burgundy, or olive green.

Utilize an assertion piece: Spot a huge improving item, like a model or a jar, as the focal point.

7. Varied Blend

Consolidate various styles: Blend and match different styles and surfaces for an exceptional look.

Utilize various tones: Integrate a brilliant range of things.

Add individual contacts: Show things that mirror your character and interests.

8. Display Wall

Make a point of convergence: Hang a display wall over the console table.

Blend and match outlines: Utilize various edges and sizes to make an outwardly intriguing showcase.

Add individual contacts: Incorporate outlined photos, craftsmanship, or uplifting statements.

9. Capacity Arrangement

Expand space: Use containers, plate, or drawers to coordinate and store things on the table.

Keep it utilitarian: Pick things that are both enhancing and commonsense.

Add a hint of character: Redo stockpiling arrangements with marks or brightening extras.

10. Occasional Stylistic theme

Change with the seasons: Update the table's stylistic layout to mirror the momentum season.

Utilize occasional tones: Integrate varieties and examples that are related with the season.

Add occasional components: Spot occasional adornments, for example, pumpkins in the fall or pine cones in the colder time of year.

Keep in mind, the way to styling a wooden console table is to have a great time and trial with various looks. Don't hesitate for even a moment to attempt new things and customize the space to mirror your exceptional style.

Extra Tips

Think about the size of your entryway: Pick a console table that is the right size for your space.

Focus on the subtleties: Add final details like toss cushions, candles, or books to finish the look.

Make sure to revise: Move things around until you find a design that you love.

Have a great time! Styling your console table ought to be an agreeable encounter.

By following these tips, you can make a wonderful and useful entryway that invites you home consistently.

[ignitedfms]

[ manny jacinto, cis-man, he/him ] Look who just landed! VALERIO “VAL” DIZON, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as FORCE LEADER of THE OVERSEERS. The city has plenty of spots for a 34 year old HEXTECH USER like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE MARBLE HAND, being RIGHTEOUS and CREDULOUS. ( jun, 30, PT, removed for discretion )

00000 - - INTERVIEW INCOMING - - - 001

001101 1- - ARE you A LOCAL OF MARS OR HAVE you LANDED HERE RECENTLY? WHAT IS your OPINION OF THE CITY OF NEW JAKARTA? - 00011011

Val settles into the chair in the interview chamber, hands folded, his white titanium gauntlets a stark contrast against the dark metal of the table. Across from him, the new recruit fidgets with the holographic console, her fingers slightly trembling. Val’s gaze softens with a touch of nostalgia. He remembers being in her very position, the first time he had to do these interviews. The young woman reminds him of himself at the beginning of his journey—full of potential but facing the daunting task of learning the ropes.

“Take your time,” Val says, hoping to calm the girl’s nerves. “This is your chance to get a feel for the process and learn. No need to rush. This is just practice.”

The recruit nods, taking a deep breath before starting. Her voice shakes a little as she asks, “Are you a local of Mars or have you just arrived? What’s your opinion of NEW JAKARTA?”

Val leans back in the chair, crossing his arms as a small, almost nostalgic smile plays on his lips at hearing the question. “Definitely a local. Haven’t you heard about me? It’s always ‘Val,’ never ‘Valerio Dizon’—unless it’s my mother calling me home for dinner… or I’m in major trouble,” he starts with a bit of a joke to hopefully lighten the mood. “Born and bred in the MAWAR DISTRICT. Can’t say I’ve ever thought of living anywhere else.”

He glances at the recruit, catching the slight tension still in her posture. It takes him back to his early days, back when he was the one trying to make a good impression, trying to prove he belonged.

“New Jakarta’s rough, sure. But it’s got a pulse, a kind of rhythm you can’t find anywhere else. It’s the kind of place that teaches you things, about survival, about people. And yeah, it can be brutal, but there’s beauty in it too. You just have to know where to look.”

He watches the recruit jot down notes, and for a moment, he sees himself in that youthful eagerness, the belief that they could change the world.

0101022 - - ARE you AWARE OF THE CRIMINAL CIRCUIT OF NEW JAKARTA? WOULD you BE WILLING TO INFORM THE OVERSEERS IF you SEE ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY? - 001200

Val’s expression hardens, just a fraction. “Aware? I grew up with it. You couldn’t throw a stone in Mawar without hitting someone with ties to the underworld.” There isn’t any bitterness in his voice, just a matter-of-fact clarity. “But here’s the thing—people aren’t inherently bad. I’ve seen good people make bad choices because they didn’t see any other way out.”

He leans forward slightly, meeting the recruit’s eyes. “That’s why we’re here, why we do what we do. To give people another option. And yes, if I see something off, I’ll report it. It’s our duty to keep this city from eating itself alive.”

The recruit nods, a little more confident now, and Val can’t help but feel a spark of hope. Maybe this one will make it. Maybe they’ll be the kind of Overseer who remembers why they joined in the first place.

000111311 - - HAVE you BEEN TESTED FOR ANY TRACES OF SIGHIR? HAVE your TESTS ON THE VIRUSES COME BACK CLEAN? - 0012133

She looks up, her voice laced with a hint of hesitancy as she asks the next question. Val doesn’t blame her. Just hearing the word “SIGHIR” ruffles people’s feathers these days. “Have you been tested for traces of SIGHIR? Are your tests clear of any viruses?”

Val laughs softly to try and break the tension again. He shakes his head with a knowing smile. “Tested more times than I can count. You’ll experience it soon enough. But yeah, nothing out of the ordinary. Clean, every time.”

He watches the recruit relax, just a bit, and makes it a point to add with a hint of seriousness, “But don’t let that make you complacent. The tests are important. This job will expose you to some crazy shit, and you need to be ready for that.”

0113114 - - DO your HAVE ANYTHING TO DECLARE? WEAPONS, AUGMENTATIONS, MECHANICAL PARTS OR AI-RELATED APERTURE? - 0012444

The recruit glances up, a look of relief on her face when she realizes she has reached the final question: “Do you have any weapons, augmentations, mechanical parts, or AI-related equipment that you need to declare?”

Val stretches out his arms, showing the gauntlets that have become almost a part of him over the years. “Just these—my Marble Hands. HEXTECH gauntlets, titanium white. They’ve been with me for years, and I trust them with my life.”

He pauses, letting the recruit get the details down before continuing, “No augments or AI. I believe in relying on whatever got you this far—your instincts, your training. That’s what keeps you grounded.”

As Val speaks, he reflects on how far he’s come from his early days in Marwar, wandering with no purpose, to becoming an Overseer, training the next generation and protecting this city’s people. His own path has been shaped by the lessons he’s learned along the way, and he hopes to pass on that knowledge to the new recruit.

There’s a quiet moment as the recruit finishes, and Val nods, a small gesture of approval. “You’re doing good work here,” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. “Keep at it, and remember why you started. That’ll carry you further than any tech ever could.”

[ruiniel]

Prickly thorns, tender roses

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Rating: Mature🔞

Relationship: Alucard/Original Female Character

Characters: Alucard, Original Character(s)

Summary:

Set after the events of Castlevania (Netflix) Season III. After the betrayal of his young apprentices, Alucard feels barely alive in his lonesome castle. Days wear on, chipping away at his mind and sanity. And what is the son of Dracula to do with this unwanted visitor, suddenly come at his doorstep? Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses- Ovid

Chapter tags & warnings: Dark Romanticism, Inspired by Castlevania, personal interpretation of post-season III Alucard, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Castlevania Season III, POV Original Character, Imprisonment, tension, Not your usual meet-cute, Paranoia, Not Canon Compliant, 'Alucard being unreasonable' is an understatement

III. My chains to rattle

When she stirred, her body felt sore and immeasurably weak, from the tips of her fingers to the toes of her feet. Her eyelids fluttered open to the shafts of light filtering through a window. Ravenna groaned, confused, her mind a whispering desert storm where recent events whirled at will, with no clarity or sequence. She wanted to rise, but something was not right. She looked up and saw that her arms were suspended above her head. In chains. Lovely.

Dread gripped her mind, and she struggled against her bonds. The woman promptly looked herself over and saw she wore the same traveling garb she had arrived in. Her cloak lay abandoned on a nearby table, but she still had her leggings, boots, and tunic. Her dagger was gone. Ravenna breathed a sigh of strangled relief, for she was yet alive and whole, but the meager consolation faded when she remembered who... what had brought her in this state to begin with. Looking about the place, she saw the makings of a chamber. It was as derelict as the others the woman had seen in the short time spent in this forgotten abode.

This is ridiculous.

There was a metal leash fastened around her neck, strung from another chain in the stone walls. Each movement caused a desolate rattling sound.

Not a dungeon, at least.

But still a prisoner.

There was no sign of her savior become captor, and her thoughts returned to inhuman eyes that severed her consciousness from her body with a single stare. And the teeth... no, not teeth, fangs. She had heard the grim tales of this land, come from far away as she was. She had heard of the one called Dracula, king of vampires. Was this...? Had she unknowingly stumbled into the lair of the greatest horror the world had ever known?

"Is anyone there?" she asked, her voice raspy with disuse. Only silence greeted her back.

She slumped against her chains with a sigh. The strain in her arms and shoulders hurt, and the more she struggled, the more intense the pain became.

Hours passed this way, leaving the woman alone with her worries until Ravenna saw the sun slowly make its descent as dusk fell over the world.

In the fading light, she cursed her luck - or lack thereof - which hurled her straight into the clutches of this sinister place and its apparently ruthless owner.

"Who are you?"

The words startled the woman so much she yelped and sprang forward with a metallic clank of her chains.

Flowing shadows filled the space, welcoming the manic lord of the castle who deigned to make his appearance known.

She was afraid, but she was also bitter, and it overran whatever threat was looming behind those cold eyes. "My arms hurt," the young woman muttered, looking away.

"I trust they do," the menace tilted his head to one side, regarding her as a hunting cat would a stray mouse.

She straightened against her chains with a grimace.

"I thought you might need to stand at some point, hence the length," he continued, turning to the sole window in the room.

"So very thoughtful," Ravenna growled, only to be met with a blazing gaze of red. It lasted only a moment before it faded from his countenance.

"Gall. Why am I not surprised," her captor drawled.

As he turned his head to the window again, the woman could not help but sense a seething sort of grief, hanging to him akin to a pressing monolith of immovable stone.

"For the last time, who are you?"

"I told you who I was... lord," she tried civility. "I am called Ravenna. I am not of this land."

He tapped a long finger against his lips, eyeing her. "What is your purpose here, then? In Wallachia?"

She hesitated. "May I at least know your name?" the woman tried.

He was in her face in an instant, clawed fingers grasping her chin none too gently. "You think this is a game?" he purred, a dangerous edge to his soft voice. His face split into a frightful smile that curdled her blood.

"I still believe... it is only courteous for me to at least know your name, following this... warm welcome," the woman choked, the freezing touch of his fingers causing a furious heartbeat to burst in her ears. Ravenna berated herself for the rebellious streak which, once again, might land her in more trouble than she bargained for.

He frowned, and she heard what may have been an incredulous snort. "I am the owner of this castle, and that is all you need to know."

"Are you... Dracula?" she decided to out with it.

The stranger released her and stepped back. A low grumble made its way up his throat, and with increased pique, Ravenna realized he was laughing.

"It is a fair assumption, you know ... we are in Wallachia, you own an immense castle that seems to swallow the light, and I saw the teeth..."

"Enough!" he cut her off. "Why are you here? Speak."

"After you grant me your name, lord," Ravenna braved, despite feeling the fool.

There it was, the low rumble that was his scornful laughter again, and a show of fangs that had her swallowing in dread.

He approached the woman again with slow, feline grace. "I could end you here and now, human," he murmured. Empty eyes locked on hers before trailing to the scrapes on her face, gained during her flight; his gaze took in her disheveled appearance, and finally settled on her neck.

Ravenna shifted, restless. "And yet, you do not," she retorted. Prodding was unwise. Prodding would always, always cause more trials than she could bear. Sage thoughts, and completely unrelated to what actually left her mouth. "The question is... why?"

Her captor raised an eyebrow, watching her as though she were insane. "What is your occupation?"

"I told you, I am a scholar."

"A scholar of what?" he demanded, his frown deepening.

Ravenna rolled her eyes despite herself. "I follow a school of thought that studies alchemy, philosophy, and medicine."

He turned away, hands clasped behind his back. "Interesting..." After a few moments, his shoulders shook in laughter again. What ever could be so amusing?

"Is this the restitution you require for your aid? Keeping me for a prisoner, held like an animal to rot away in your chains?" she blurted. He was so cold, and with him so was the air in the room. It came in shallow mists from her nose and mouth.

He seemed to ponder. "You said you cannot go back into the forest. And you will surely understand - I do not trust you. Hence you are bound until I know more. And with the way this is going, that may take a long, long time." He smiled, baring his fangs for her to see.

The prospect of being chained to a wall in the confines of a castle, at the mercy of a creature of the night no less, was not the most heartening. And she had a quest to continue. Still, Ravenna kept her peace and refused to beg. "Am I truly that much of a threat to someone like you?" she asked, raising her chin in defiance, but the plea was traceable in her voice.

She found it odd how he appeared to retreat, his expression become weary; he averted his gaze. "You all do more damage than you know," he mouthed after a while as to himself, watching the settling night beyond the window.

Ravenna sighed, her head bobbing downward. The metal leash chafed and gnawed at the sensitive skin of her neck. When she lifted her head, she gasped to find him before her. The heaviness of his scent did strange things to her senses, and her mind felt drenched in fog. His hand reached for her and she recoiled. The hand lingered for a split second before continuing its intent, reaching for her neck. Ravenna pressed her eyes tightly shut, her heart pounding. What would he do?

With the brush of cool fingers against her skin, the leash came unfastened and fell to the floor. She breathed again. Looking up, Ravenna stilled when met with the embers of his eyes. They were mere voids, swallowing all feeling and emotion, but there was no cruelty beneath those long black lashes; she was unable to look away.

He reached for her arms, and her astonishment increased when the cuffs around her wrists came undone as well. With absolute agony, the young woman let her limbs down, hissing with the strong discomfort. She looked back into his eyes. "... thank you," she muttered.

He made no reply but did back away. "That, stays," he pointed to the long chain and manacle around her ankle.

"So I am your prisoner," she concluded.

"I prefer the term guest," the vampire offered almost innocently with a dismissive gesture of his hand.

Ravenna regarded him with a wry expression. "... and this is how you treat your guests."

She shivered despite herself at the sudden sliver of ire flitting across his face.

"Oh pardon me, would you prefer a cozy fireplace and a cooked meal instead?" he taunted. "Perhaps a warm bed and a glass of wine, why not!"

"Cease these quips! What do you intend to do with me? You mentioned repayment for your aid... what is it you want?"

"So many questions..." He turned his back on her again, and the shadows in the chamber shifted anew. "The chain is long enough, I suggest you make use of it."

"Wait! Wait, where are you going?" This could not be it. "You cannot just leave me here!" Ravenna cried after him, but there was no one.

A solitary sconce now burned against one wall of the chamber. Weary and aching, the woman slowly approached the dusty bed, falling against the sheets with little to no grace. She was alive; that was what mattered. But maybe not for long.

Somehow, this was still marginally better than having perished at the hands of mindless zealots.

She had never seen, let alone encountered and shared words with a being such as this before. The entire concept of their existence and manner of living was foreign to Ravenna, and despite her situation, the academic drive leading her forward won in the end.

A vampire.

How fascinating.

NEXT

[residential-interior]

Make A Great First Impression With These 10 Interior Design Tips

It sounds cliché, but first impressions last the longest. They are the ones who start conversations and command second glances. However, when designing your home, you must incorporate interior design tips that will help you create the best impressions. You could easily achieve your goal with bold and creative thinking. You can then sit back and relax, watching your guests stare at the incredible spaces you have created. 

To make the best impression, here are some top interior design ideas:

Layouts should flow freely

As you create open, free-flowing spaces, you create visual expanses that are both luxurious and elation. The fewer interior walls mean that you get plenty of natural light and good ventilation, which makes you feel connected to the outdoors. Open-plan living-dining kitchens are common, and there is enough space for entertaining. Metal screens could be used to separate the sections into larger areas. The gold tone of the screens could add a luxe effect to the environment. 

A welcoming entryway

To make a great first impression, create a truly inviting and attractive entrance foyer. However, make sure that your interiors are filled with charm. Geometric pattern flooring, a bold rug, slanting console tables, ornate mirrors or artwork on the walls, and a head-turner light are just a few easy ways to make your entrance stand out You can also add contrasting panelling or wallpaper to create a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Floors with a luxurious feel

Imagine yourself walking on a gleaming natural stone floor and feeling special. You can also try the same effect on wood flooring and some beautifully crafted ceramic or porcelain floors. This is only possible if you pay attention to the quality and aesthetics of the material used and the craftsmanship involved in laying the tiles. Make your flooring shine also with eye-catching inlays or patterns that are an instant visual impact. 

Walls with embellishments

The walls of walls that speak! The beautiful panels, exotically clad or wallpapered walls keep your attention for a long time. Additionally, they add an extra dimension to your interiors, showing the designer's or homeowner's dedication to carefully decorated interiors. You can also implement these quick interior design ideas - hang mirrors, and art, or display a gallery of photographs, paintings, frames, masks, and wall art; paint the walls in a trendy shade. 

Furniture with a statement

Choosing furniture in a space is not just about functionality and practicality, but also about introducing interesting shapes and forms. You can certainly attract attention from onlookers with the aesthetics of your furniture pieces or sets-up. Use our interior design tips to bring a unique look to your interiors with custom furniture carefully created just for you. Thethekedaar also produces custom-designed furniture in our fully-equipped manufacturing facility. 

Lights that turn heads

Lights that offer a sense of style and luxury, such as the show-stopper, are one of the best interior design ideas. Chandeliers, pendant lights, large installations, and a wide variety of items are available to elevate the interior. Their most visible features of them become a significant attraction. 

Luminous metallic glow

Stunning metallic surfaces and accents do not match the glamour they bring to a space. This is why they remain popular among interior designers. You can also create metallic finishes through furniture pieces, as well as décor accessories. Gold, rose gold, and antique finishes have a luxe edge. The sparkling surfaces and finishes add to the sense of sophistication. 

Let's make it up

Interior design tips for creating a great impact, are incomplete without mentioning artworks, whether there is mural art, painting sculpture, wall art or installations. The interiors are given a certain character by them. With artwork, you could also add colour, texture, movement, and dimension to the spaces. 

Handpicked accessories

Decor accessories such as heirloom articles, antiques, collectables, and items picked up during your travels are essential interior design tips to add the finishing touches. However, these finishing elements do not necessarily need to be taken into consideration at the last minute. Decor pieces that really complement and flatter your design theme will tie everything together coherently and leave a lasting impression if you pick them right from the start. 

Plants of life-size

Greenery is an essential element of interior design for all kinds of places, as it enlivens a space like no other object. By paying attention to the selection of plants, you can achieve great aesthetic results. Plants with large, sculptural plants add an impressive look. Drama is a surefire way to draw attention! 

[revna-writes]

chapter 1. pieces - part 2

"Dearest, most lovable Crow… This, now. This is your payment?"

"Obviously, Raven." She croaked, dropping into the stool across from them. Immediately uncomfortable, she brought her knees up to her chest, perching atop the stool in a tight ball. Yet restless, she pulled her cloak around herself, and only then could she relax somewhat.

"This is more than sufficient, and I won't be in your debt. You may pick any part in the shop— I'll install it alongside the piece." As they spoke, Raven did not regard crow in any way, instead fascinated by the meaningless scribbles covering every inch of the fabric.

Crow watched with impatient intrigue as they worked, as if the secrets laid out so plainly in the fabric would pounce out at her and reveal themselves. She yearned to understand, the way Raven did.

and soon, she would. she had to.

..

the two sat for thousands of breaths in perfect silence.

the room was flat, blank, featureless. nothing had any seams, nor texture, and the only color in the room was a sticky, unsettling gray that stuck in the mind like a mouthful of flour. by comparison, the two sterile metal tables with matching stools were like an island oasis in the sea of visual malaise.

Crow's mind had been wandering for some time, now--- that's just what tended to happen when her body could not. The slower she acted, the more her brain acted up, building up thoughts on top of itself until they all fell apart and the cycle began anew.

After so long in such isolating silence, her mind was a tumult of thoughts, her head awash with memories that rolled over her like ocean waves. it was her full effort to keep her body still, her breaths even. she counted the ticks of the watch and tapped her fingers in time with it, consoling herself with the idea that every tick was one moment closer to her next piece.

every time, the waiting killed her. and every time, Raven didn't give a fuck.

and so, she waited, patiently impatient.

"Are you ready for your installation?" Raven asked, not looking up from their work.

"Yes!" the stool clattered to the floor as she bolted out of it, paused, and then awkwardly set it upright once again. The metallic echo rang painfully in her ears.

"Care, now. Care for your surroundings, crow." Raven strode across the sterile room and sank their talons viciously into a peculiar stone on the floor. It burst into shards and crumbled into pebbles, and the wall it was lying next to fell in the exact same fashion.

It was a simple sympathetic binding, really.

Raven raised three of their wings ahead of them like a shield and pebbles clattered off of them onto the floor, afterwhich they stepped calmly over the destruction and into the room that was revealed.

Crow scampered after them and hopped over the rubble. With a click of Raven's claws, the thousands of pieces of gravel pieced themselves back into a perfect, seamless wall— a much less simple entropic reversal, but still trivial for Raven.

..

crow found herself again in the room of Making and Unmaking. it was imposing, oppressive, and alive...

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hello, dear reader~! it's me again. this is day 3 of being a silly little author on this silly little website after a lifetime lurking (and moping, mainly, but i'm better now). i wrote scarcely a thousand words today >~<, which, ah. you know how it is.

i'm still not sure how big my posts should be. I want to share my work, but if I do not ration it, I will surely run out, on this daily posting scheme.

in all honesty, dear reader, I want to grow an audience that likes to read my writing. I am not content keeping it to myself, it is too good- just like me- to be left rotting in the closet with my skeletons.

yet still, I am maddened to chop up my already piecewise tale - which is written that way for so many reasons - and I hate to dwell on what it does to the reading experience.

ah, what a headache it is to post. i'm literally just a cute girl trying to share her awesome prose smh, why is it all so.............................................................................

well, i'm sure you know

i'll post again tomorrow, dear reader, and the day after, and after, and after, and ever onwards, shouting into the void, always hoping for- as the kids say- "a lucky break".

I write with a full understanding of how unlikely it is to be noticed, to be recognized, to grow an audience with such a treacherous, unusual work. I knew, from conception of the first vestiges of prose, that it could not be - and never could be - a story written to be traditionally successful (and especially not as part of a greater monetary scheme).

and yet I hold hope fully to my bosom, letting it warm me through each cold night and each lonely walk to my desk. I do not even know why I hope, what the real aim of such a thing is, but I know that I can never cast it aside.

I just want to spread the joy and warmth my own words give me to others, I guess. even if that means dropping emotionally vulnerable ramblings on main, attached directly to my most important work.

I've lost the point of my ramblings, but that's okay. The void exists to be screamed into.

cya <3, thanks for reading.

take care, okay?

[grandeur-elite]

Make Your Entrance Unforgettable with These Foyer Design Inspirations

The foyer is the first space your guests experience when they enter your home, making it essential for setting the tone and creating a lasting impression. Whether your entryway is small or grand, the way you design this area can influence the entire vibe of your home. At Grandeur Elite, a leading interior design company in Rajarajeshwari Nagar, we understand the importance of a welcoming foyer. To help you make a statement, we’ve put together 10 striking foyer design ideas to elevate your entryway and leave a lasting impact.

1. Incorporate a Statement Mirror A large, eye-catching mirror can instantly make your foyer appear more spacious and inviting. Mirrors reflect light, adding brightness and making the space feel more open. Whether you choose an ornate, vintage-style frame or a sleek, modern design, a statement mirror will enhance the overall look of your entryway.

2. Choose Bold Lighting Fixtures Lighting is a game-changer when it comes to setting the mood in your foyer. A dramatic chandelier or pendant light can introduce elegance and sophistication, while wall sconces beside a console table offer a more subtle, yet refined, touch. Opt for lighting that complements the design theme of your home to achieve the perfect balance.

3. Design a Feature Wall Make a bold statement with a feature wall in your foyer. Whether you go for a striking paint color, geometric wallpaper, or a texture like natural stone or wood panels, a feature wall adds depth and visual interest, drawing attention to your entryway.

4. Add a Statement Console Table A stylish console table is both functional and decorative in a foyer. It serves as a place to store keys and bags, while also providing an opportunity to display decorative accents such as vases, sculptures, or family photos. Choose a console table that fits your home's aesthetic, whether it's modern, traditional, or eclectic.

5. Embrace Natural Elements Bringing the outdoors inside can create a serene, welcoming atmosphere. Incorporate wooden flooring, potted plants, or nature-inspired wallpaper to add warmth and charm to your foyer. These elements will make guests feel relaxed and at home as soon as they walk through the door.

6. Invest in Bold, Beautiful Flooring Flooring is one of the most important aspects of your foyer's design. From intricate tile patterns to plush area rugs or luxurious marble floors, your foyer’s flooring can set the tone for the rest of your home. Choose a style that complements the design theme, whether it’s classic, modern, or something in between.

7. Create Smart Storage Solutions A well-organized foyer not only looks chic but is also functional. Incorporate built-in shelves, coat hooks, or a stylish storage bench to keep the space tidy and free of clutter. This ensures that your entryway remains practical while maintaining an elegant design.

8. Display Colorful Artwork Artwork can inject personality and charm into your foyer. Whether it's a large canvas piece or a series of smaller framed prints, colorful artwork can act as a focal point, sparking conversation and adding vibrancy to the space. Choose pieces that align with your personal style and the overall vibe you wish to create.

9. Install Floating Shelves For smaller foyers, floating shelves are a great space-saving option. These minimalist shelves allow you to display decorative items or keep essentials within reach without overcrowding the space. Floating shelves offer a modern, sleek look while remaining highly functional.

10. Mix and Match Textures Incorporating different textures into your foyer’s design adds depth and visual appeal. Consider combining velvet cushions, woven baskets, textured rugs, or tufted furniture to create a warm, inviting space. Mixing materials like wood, fabric, and metal can add a sense of richness and make your entryway feel cozy and welcoming.

Conclusion Your foyer is the perfect space to showcase your personal style while making a bold first impression. Whether you lean toward sleek modern designs or prefer a cozy, nature-inspired look, there are endless possibilities to create an entryway that reflects your taste and sets the stage for the rest of your home. At Grandeur Elite, we specialize in transforming foyers into beautiful, functional spaces that enhance your home’s overall aesthetic.

Ready to design a foyer that wows your guests? Contact Grandeur Elite today! Our expert interior designers will work closely with you to bring your vision to life, ensuring your entryway becomes a true reflection of your style and personality.

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Oval Mirrors Beauty in Home Decor

Mirrors have both practical and decorative functions, making them indispensable components of home decor. The oval mosaic mirror is one form that is particularly notable for its classic beauty and distinctive design. This kind of mirror is a remarkable addition to any space since it blends the beauty of mosaic patterns with the elegance of the oval shape. An oval mosaic mirror can change your house and give your interior a sophisticated touch, regardless of whether you're constructing a modern, minimalist, or bohemian-inspired area.

Why Pick a Mirror with an Oval Mosaic?

1. Unique Design and Shape

The mirror's oval shape naturally conveys a feeling of softness and fluidity. Oval mirrors give the space a more natural and peaceful air than square or rectangular mirrors, which have severe lines and angles. They are therefore ideal for giving any area a dash of refinement and sophistication. When paired with the intricate mosaic pattern, the mirror transforms from a reflective surface into an artistic creation.

2. Multipurpose Decor Item

There are numerous styles, materials, and color combinations available for mosaic mirrors. Customization is made possible by the mosaic process, which makes it simple to match the mirror with a variety of interior design styles, including modern, rustic, and even vintage. Any décor motif can be complemented by an oval mosaic mirror, regardless of your preference for neutral stone patterns, sleek metallic accents, or colorful glass tiles. Because of its adaptability, the mirror will look great in practically any space in your house.

3. Illuminating and Enlarging Your Area

It's common knowledge that mirrors can visually enlarge and brighten areas, and an oval mosaic mirror is no different. It makes the space feel lighter and cozier by reflecting light throughout. This can be particularly helpful in smaller areas, such corridors or restrooms, where an oval mosaic mirror can create the illusion of more space and openness.

How to Add an Oval Mosaic Mirror to Your House 

1. Hallway or Entryway

In an entrance or corridor, an oval mosaic mirror can create a striking first impression. Its reflecting surface will make the room feel more inviting and elegant in addition to making it brighter. The elaborate mosaic design improves the overall appearance of your entryway and adds a personal touch.

2. The Living Room

An oval mosaic mirror on a wall in the living room can serve as a focus point, attracting attention and enhancing the surrounding design. The mosaic mirror may be a lovely and useful piece that reflects light and creates a welcoming atmosphere, whether it is hung above a console table, mantel, or sofa.

3. The bedroom

Whether you're going for a more colorful, eclectic design or a calm, minimalist aesthetic, an oval mosaic mirror in a bedroom can be used to match your own taste. It adds functionality and improves the overall design when placed over a dresser or vanity.

4. The restroom

Bathrooms are the ideal setting for oval mosaic mirrors because of their exquisite design, which exudes elegance. While the shiny surface enlivens the area, the oval shape's gentle curves can produce a more tranquil and restful atmosphere. It's a fantastic method to improve the appearance of the bathroom without taking up a lot of room.

Advice on Selecting the Ideal Oval Mosaic Mirror

The following elements should be taken into account while choosing an oval mosaic mirror for your house:

Size: Make sure the mirror's dimensions match those of the area in which it will be installed. While a smaller mirror offers a subtle touch, a larger mirror may make a dramatic statement.

Frame Material: Pick a frame that blends in with your room's design. Whether the frame is made of glass, metal, or wood, the material will have a big impact on how the mirror looks overall.

Color Palette: The mosaic tiles' hues ought to blend nicely with the room's current décor. The color selection will let the mirror blend in perfectly with your room, whether you prefer bright colors or muted tones.

Location: Consider the area where the mirror will be placed. A large, striking mirror might be appropriate for a foyer, but a smaller, more subtle design might work better in a bathroom or bedroom.

Conclusion

Oval mosaic mirrors are more than simply ornaments; they are statement pieces that may enhance any space in your house with style, elegance, and usefulness. This mirror is a classic addition to your home's decor because of its many uses, elaborate design, and capacity to illuminate areas.