#miffy wants to be an artist

[zegalba]

Liu Ye: miffy wants to be an artist (2006) oil on canvas

#liu ye #miffy #miffy wants to be an artist #art #illustrations #cute #cutecore #paintings #oil #2006

[honeytoasts]

Don't you think those Miffy and Maisey posts are a little 'hello kitty says ACAB'? I appreciate the links- but people are dying and to see it being aestheticised, the plea for peace turned cutesy marketable rebloggable, like yeah, I definitely feel that's insensitive

I was worried about that myself, I'll take them down if you'd like. I never want to use an issue like this to promote myself. I've seen palestinians on twitter encourage artists to use their voice in whatever way they can, regardless of style or skill level, and my art has always been very cutesy with children's characters as the subject. if anyone else thinks they feel inappropriate I'll remove them. I'm not selling them or profiting from them, just using them as a means to spread links.

[koreaguides]

6 Most Trendy Korean Stationery Brands

1. Appree 

This brand aims to cultivate an appreciation for nature by creating nature themed products. One of their most famous products is the Leaf Sticky Notes. All of their designs come in different size making it suitable for many people. It can be used as memos of decorative accents on your diary or journal. 

2. Dong-A 

Dong-A was established in year 1946 and was the first stationery company in South Korea. They have remained as a major manufacturer of office equipment over the years. They have the Miffy Scented Gel Pens which have sweet scents when writing. Their Anyball Ballpoint Pen is also a high-performing product. 

3. Hwarang 

Hwarang is an eraser manufacturer and has been developing high-quality eraser and other art supplies ever since year 1950. It is a widely recognized brand among student and artists and brought by them often. 

4. Monami 

Monami Korea is another major manufacturer for office supplies, specializing in writing instruments. They have awesome fountain pens that are in hexagonal designs and in vintage-inspired body colors. They also have many other colored pens and highlighters making it highly recommended to purchase for note-taking. 

5. Suatelier 

The products from Suatelier are characterized by their fun and whimsical styles. They have different varieties of stickers and sticky notes which are suitable for embellishing letters, decorating notebooks or calendars. Their stickers come in wide varieties of shapes and colors that pair well with their stylish abstract planner designs. 

6. Iconic Design 

This brand created practical as well as stylish products. They have these cute and aesthetic diary stamps that you can use to add quick decorations to your planners or journals. It is suitable for those who are not so good at drawing but want these designs in your journal. 

#korean stationery #korean aesthetic #Korean Guide #korean headers #korean trends #korean trend #korean products #Korean product #korean vlog #korean blog #korean brand #korean #korea aesthetic #south korea aesthetic #korea guide #south korea guide #south korea headers #korea headers #Korea Republic #korea trend #korea trends #south korea trends #south korea trend #korea products #korea product #south korea products #south korea product #korea vlog #south korea vlog #korea blog

[justasmallbloginabigklainefandom]

So. Pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

As I said, I went to Pride yesterday. I left my flat around 10:30 and got home around 23:30 so it sure was a day. I went with a lil group and it was a lot of fun. It was a canal float, and some people were on a boat. I also knew some other people on other boats and as someone said, it is so much more fun to watch this float when you know people. Heck, I’ve never cared so much about a boat from a big company before, especially after the person I know talked about how much this company actually does for queer visibility. (His partner, on the other hand, has to handle Corporate Pinkwashing in his Big Company.)

It was a sunny day and after some walking around we found a great spot on the grass, shaded, between trees. Maybe not the best view, but we could move to the front if we wanted to and my rainbow picnic blanket was *chef’s kiss*. Apart from watching boats, we also just had a lot of fun. Sometimes we even discussed more serious topics regarding Pride, cause after all, Pride is a party and a protest and it’s fun that it can be both. So we discussed privilege regarding pinkwashing, kink and sex positivity, queer history and symbolism (and I introduced everyone to my favourite version of the rainbow flag: Gilbert Baker’s 2017 Lavender Flag).

But one thing I kept saying is that as fun as the float is (and it is), the best part is that everyone is so visibly queer. People are decked out. Queerness is so diverse. There are people of all ages, sizes, genders, etnicities etc. I was particulary touched by seeing queer elders, but ALSO by queer kids. And people were just so joyous. As someone said, for once, queerness is the norm. Again, some people were decked out. I saw someone in a unicorn onesie and a rainbow flag as a cape, and someone who straight up worse a rainbow shopper. So many variantions of rainbow clothing. But also people who only pinned a little flag to their shirt. Or had socks with a rainbow accent. Or painted a little flag. Even the littlest things make you feel seen. After the float, everyone goes into town and it’s just so calming to see visible queerness in “normal” settings, you know?

And oh so many flags. Rainbow, lesbian, bi, pan, non-binary, ace, genderfluid, genderqueer, kink, bear.... toothpaste.

Some higlights include:

Someone holding up a sign that says “Nijntje (Miffy) wants trans rights!”

The intersex boat had an artist up front in a purple bodysuit and she was dancing around with huge shiny yellow wings, basically performing the intersex flag and it was STUNNING.

Speaking of WINGS, someone wore huge inflatable rainbow dragon wings. Simon Snow core.

As an asexual who hates being used by puritans, you bet your ass I always cheer loudly when I see a boat full of kinksters. Hope y’all stay hydrated in all this weather!

Speaking of a gatekeep-y puritan’s worst nightmare, there was a boat that flew multiple flags INCLUDING the ace and kink one and one dude in a puppy play mask waved to a small child, who cheerfully waved back and it was very wholesome.

I was also very happy to see MBO/ROC here, cause in my city, these educational institutions are a touchy subject (in the rare occurance that my queer organisation works together with them, we are placed by security since the institutions expect uhhhh violence towards us 😬) so it is good to show that there are queer people in these places.

The LGBT Asylum boat passed a group of Ugandan people, who were showing support for queer people in Uganda, and it was great that they all felt seen.

After the last official boat, a smaller boat with the organisation sailed after the others. It was so cool, cause people started yelling, cheering and applauding. One person screamed “THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!” repeatedly. I don’t think the organisation expected it, cause they were seated but when people started cheering, they slowly got up to wave at everyone.

I also met up with someone I haven’t seen in 5 years or so and I am so happy I did.

Oh, I was interviewed about my outfit. Wack.

We ended the day with ordering pizza in a park and fuck yeah I love spinach on my pizza.

And then, there is always the end. The moment you leave your bubble. Flags are put in bags. Coats are used to cover lavish outfits. Glitter is being scraped off, but I didn’t take off my stuff, mostly out of laziness, and a random dude on the train was so supportive and it was nice, and he asked about the ace flag and the enby flag that others still had on their faces and you know what I hope that guy has a nice day.

There’s probably more, but this is what I think of at the top off my head. I love being queer, y’all. Happy Pride.

#before y'all think i used the wrong pronouns for the intersex artist i have met her #lb 2023 #me doing the actual blogging thing #is that tag still alive? #also i need to come up with new aliasses #pride 2023

[meera000]

Ok recapppp of my morning ..long post so buckle up or scroll

had a saturday morning to myself. 3 pics: spread from a book on Sophie Calle that inspired me, the issey top and comme skirt that i got and will wear for grad and everyday (my two favorite designers! felt like i had manifested these pieces especially as i had been looking for a black comme skirt with ample volume), and the vivienne shirt i did not buy but i love the cozy graphic <3.

Last night i burned out. the week was too intense with finals and a long set day and unprecedented feelings and no time alone except for sleeping and driving. i split off from my friends in favor of going home and crying over things i need to unlearn. it felt good though-- it had to happen. i have been crying more than usual which is fine. at least i am able to feel, that's a big improvement from last year when i shut myself off.

THAT BEING SAID i still socialized a little today. i've been enjoying talking to strangers (on set wednesday i was helping the 20 models get dressed and adjusting the looks we had pulled for them. most of them were modeling for the first time. i enjoyed talking to them, spread out over the course of 10 hours. exhausting but rewarding. i knew all their names but they had no idea who i was. I like that a lot). today i came across a porch sale that two sisters were holding. one of them is a writer and she's moving to LA soon. she complimented my miffy sweatshirt and we discussed how much we love miffy and want to live in her world. judging by everything she was getting rid of, i knew we could be friends if she wasn't moving away. got a book each for 2 of my friends, as well as a spare piece of fabric with dogs on it. i think the dogs are kissing? awesome

also went to the harvard bookstore after getting my homework done in my favorite coffee shop. picked up three books: Communion by bell hooks, Funny Weather by Olivia Laing, and Ametora: How Japan Saved American Style by W. David Marx. all of these have been on my list for a sec, and are on deck once i finish Charlie Porter's What Artists Wear. i've got a frequent buyer card there sooo hopefully i get some points haha

[fariesoiree]

you walk around like you own shit, always snapping back at innocent people and of course, you just had to cross a line with hobie.

caution! mdni 8.3k wrdz, runway model!hobie au, hobie has freeform locs, rich spoiled brat!reader, black fem!reader, you do nawt get along, semi-public sex, hate sex, fingering reader receiving, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, oral reading receiving, ass eating if you squint (not really), unprotected sex, p in v sex, choking, hair pulling spanking, finger sucking, drooling, cum eating, pet names, blushing describe but isn’t visible

miffy’s note! deleted it to repost! it’s finally completeddd and hopefully okay?? i picked it up so many times idk if the tone is the same. i think this is my new fav, though. to date, this is one of the nastiest smuts i’ve written and posted but i still consider it pretty tame :D if you like this, i’d recommend strawberry meringue! pls do not spam like my blog if you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the reblogs

you are so utterly annoying. the way you sit at hair and makeup with a pout etched on your face and protesting at everything everyone around you does.

it is only six thirty in the morning and you’re so loud and annoying. hobie’s head is pounding, throbbing with the aftereffects of spending his night at the pub with his friends. all he wants to be in the comfort of his bed, lights off and air conditioning blasting.

instead, he is forced to sit in your presence and listen to your complaints over such minor details he truly could not give a flying fuck about.

“that shade of blue is not light enough. it’s not going to match and it’ll look unflattering!” you swerve your head away the fluffy eyeshadow brush, dusted with a blue powder.

you’ve been doing this all morning, between taking swigs of your iced coffee from the reusable mug you’ve brought from home. your coffin, french topped acrylics click against the stainless steel beneath the sound of your constant complaining.

and of course, because your daddy bought his precious babygirl a spot in this show for a small cost of several thousands of dollars, every wish and whim you demand is fulfilled.

the makeup artist sighs for the umptenth time. if hobie is tired, imagine how tired he is. having to nearly redesign the entire look to satisfy your needs. marco has to take a patient, restrained breath.

he sets the brush down and pops open the palette to display the limited choices of colors. he feels insulted, knowing exactly what should go where, what shade is perfect for what but instead, he is forced to prioritize your requests all because you paid your way in. god, he hates nepotism babies. “well, these are the options. as you can see, that one is too dark and because of your rich skin tone, the other one will not show up as pigmented at this one. if i use a light hand and diffuse the color, you might end up liking it. can i try that?”

hobie tuts, watching the interaction at his paralleled chair. he’s finished with hair and makeup a while before you. truthfully, no one would be here nearly this early if they weren’t working with you. it’s not an industry secret that you’re difficult, solely depending on your father to garner influence.

don’t get him wrong, hobie thinks you’re beautiful. you have a chance at being a successful runway model simply off your looks alone but your attitude tanks all opportunity before you even get the chance.

“jesus, man. why are you askin’ her? just do it and if she doesn’t like it, too fuckin’ bad.” he seethes, a little less than quietly. his nails are devoid of his signature black color and well manicured. they’re glossy because of the clear top coat and mindlessly flipping through a magazine.

it’s as if everyone anticipates your meltdown with a silent breath. it’s almost certain that you’ve never heard no a day in your life. it carries on even now, everyone dancing around your words and boundaries. no one here has ever told you no, either. they have no plans to, seeing how you slowly turn your head towards hobie.

your hair, a mix of kankelon and your own, swings back and forth in the thick masses of bubble braids. the fluttering of your long wispy eyelashes would have been alluring if it weren’t for the warble that started in your throat. “you don’t know what you’re talking about. some people enjoy constructive criticism instead of taking everything at face value!”

you slam your mug down against the smooth black surface of the vanity, causing a few brushes to roll and clatter to the floor. you barely pay them any attention when marco bends to scoop them up and whisks them away to be sanitized, partially to avoid being roped into the conversation.

“this show is going to be amazing and i am going to be the best part of it because i actually have great opinions. what do you even do here? what’s your job? to make everyone else look better?” you cross your legs and cock your head to the side, glowering at him.

hobie guesses you mean to be intimidating but he takes your tantrum as childish. he isn’t interested in the back and forth, sighing and leaning back in his chair. his long, statuesque figure takes up more space than needs be, elbows dangling haphazardly over the sides as he folds his arms over the armrests. “yeah, okay. sure.”

he offers slow blinks and no further comment until you’re huffing and turning back around to fuss over the next item. the sound of your voice still vibrates and bounces off the inside of his head, soliciting a deep groan and a rub on his temple.

he supposes asking you to shut the hell up is out of the question, lest he want to be subjected to more insults and glares. hobie swears this is his last show, his last time being booked for a gig to entertain the upper class. sure, he’s encountered all kinds of spoiled brats who have people bending at their will but you, by far, are the most spoiled and bratty of them all.

“see. i told you, that just looks stupid!” your high pitched shriek breaks what little resolve he has left in him, twisting his already worked nerves into a tight ball and setting them on fire.

“ ‘m going out for a break,” hobie mumbles beneath the stylists and makeup artists trying to work you down from another blow up. they don’t notice how he stands and slips away from the crowd, still decked out in designer.

his shoes, a bit too flat and shapeless for his liking, do nothing to aid in a smooth passage to the back exit. he can feel each step he takes, even the lace pants that bunch and gather under him. the length of his attire is impractical but the rich will pay for anything.

he’s only greeted with peace of mind when he pushes the door open and takes a step out into the fresh early morning. the sun is is beginning to rise and coax the sky into a mix of romantic colors and the air is cold and crisp, providing his lungs with sharp relaxation.

new york is still busy at this time, still full of hustle and bustle that thankfully drowns you out. it does nothing to quell his headache but he decides that if he has to experience a hangover, he’d rather hand his misfortune over to the city.

his vacation is short lived, however, because he feels a small finger jabbing his rib cage with an impatient pattern.

hobie’s acknowledgment is slow. he takes his time to rip himself away from the outside world, turning his body to face the perpetrator, who just happens to be you. “what?” it’s curt and short, lacing his usual warmth and welcome.

“we’re starting our pre-show run. they want you there.” your hands, covered in silk gloves, are crossed over your chest. you somehow manage to look down on him, despite hobie being taller. the flounce of each white layer on your dress swishes along your thighs when you pivot and stalk away without a reply.

hobie doesn’t miss the same pale blue eyeshadow over your eye, locked under a layer of glitter and gloss. someone must have talked you into it. this all could have been avoided if you just agreed from the beginning.

“fuck me,” he mumbles, hands going to clasp and rest on the top of his head.

the door behind him swings shut and hobie is trapped again, with you and your whining, making the day difficult for everyone else. he shuffles forward, face pulled into a tense frown. he takes his spot in the jumbled crowd of models, all waiting to take their turn.

he blends in with the crowd just fine, silently slipping in between two warm bodies, just as unhappy to be here this early in the morning at he is. all courtesy of you.

you, who stands in front because you demanded to be the opening of the show and got your way when your daddy threw in a couple more thousands. you are almost cheery, bouncing on your toes to the upbeat music sounding out the speakers around the room. you’re the only one enjoying yourself at the cost of everyone’s expense.

someone needs to take you down a notch. that’s what hobie thinks and what he continues to think when you disappear in front of of the curtain. hobie’s eyes drift to the tv, reflecting your slinky walk down the runway.

you’re not all that bad. a little stiff in some places and a little too loose in others. hobie thinks you could easily benefit from some tips and a few days work. he doesn’t think you’ll take it, knowing you’re too headstrong to believe you’re anything less than perfect. you’re definitely not good enough to be opening the show. that’s neither here nor there and he doesn’t care enough about your success to comment on it.

instead, he keeps his thoughts to himself and powers through, taking his own powerful and evenly distributed steps down the sleek platform.

the rest of the morning goes like this, taking turns during the choreographed walk and being whisked away to try on the next thing. it’s well into the day when the sun has risen and the birds are active that everyone is allotted a break, free to grab lunch and return home for the evening.

hobie makes his way towards the door, his bag swung over his shoulder. he doesn’t announce his leave the way he sees others around him do. he doesn’t care to, doesn’t consider himself cool with anyone. he just comes, does his job, and goes home. he’s fairly surprised, although not pleasantly, to see you waiting at the door as well, sporting a pink tracksuit and slip on uggs.

against every sensible bone in his body, hobie finds himself stopping beside you. his expression is already full of regret before he can speak.

you cast a sideways glance at him, both curious and judgmental before punching in more texts on your phone, demanding that your driver arrives faster so you don’t have to stand out in the street. not that you’ve even left the building. the idea of comparing to the normal class in any way disgusts you.

“you did good, today.” hobie says through a strained breath, staring out the glass panelling of the door. why did he stop? he doesn’t know. maybe to confirm that you truly are one of the worst people he’s ever met.

“i know.”

hobie waits. he gives you a second to build on that and maybe, just maybe, display an ounce of politeness but nothing comes. he can’t help but laugh at his hopefulness, shaking his head to erase any possibility that you might be a good person.

“what’s funny about that?” you immediately jump to the offense, turning your body until you’re facing him. you got your mouth all screwed up into a scowl.

the image you give him only makes hobie’s chuckles increase until he’s smiling at how stupid this whole thing is. “you are so rude, you know that? a selfish little thing, you are.”

you don’t take well to being called selfish or rude. as far as you know, you’re the only one carrying their weight around here. “did i offend you in some way? is this because you realized you have to try harder around me?”

“did it ever occur to you that the reason we’re here so early in the morning is because you tack on another two hours with your complainin’?” hobie tightens his grip on the shoulder strap of his bag. he has to remind himself to keep his voice tame, not wanting to be caught in a scandal framed as a giant man yelling at the sweetest girl. he’s sure you’d activate some victimizing tears and land him farther in trouble with the public.

“well, that’s because i’m – ”

“you’re the only one with good opinions. whatever, i don’t care. i think i speak for everyone when i say this, though. learn to shut the fuck up and let everyone do their jobs the way they’re supposed to be done.”

you both stand and stare at each other silence. you because it’s unbelievable that he’d have the gall to come up to you and say that. him because he really needs to cement just how suffocating you are when you speak.

“excuse me?” is what you settle on with a challenging glare in your eye, taking a step towards him and your head tilted to the side.

hobie brushes you off, though. he’s said what he’s needed to say and doesn’t see the point in entertaining this any longer. “have a good one.” he walks right past you and out the door, satisfied with himself for being the one to tell you about yourself.

the following day is much better, oddly enough. hobie expected you to lash back at him after your conversation. it’s shocking when you’re pliant and receptive to everyone, smiling when you’re addressed.

you even go as far to smile at him. you greeted him when he walked in, leading hobie into a false sense of security. he’s so comfortable with your good behavior, he almost is able to forgive and forget your attitude.

almost.

“hobie?”

he’s surprised to get a call from his manager, bringing the cool tempered glass up to his ear. the silver backing of his phone is caseless and reflects the bright white lights hanging from the ceiling. hobie blends into the background, wearing his off duty outfit, sporting a black top he cropped himself with a pair of kitchen scissors and some black sweatpants. he offsets the cold city morning with a thick puffer jacket and fingerless gloves. his feet hidden behind equally thick socks and stocky black boots. “yeah, wass’up?”

his accent leaks in every word, following the sense of dread that something has gone wrong. his radar goes haywire when you suddenly appear near by, idling with the smuggest smile he’d seen all week.

what did you do?

“you pissed her off, man. clean off. you’re not going to like this.”

“just spit it out, peter.” hobie finds himself having to round the corner to stand behind a pillar, his hand coming down to drag across his face. he doesn’t have to ask who the she is because it’s so obvious. only you would be so evil to do something so bad, his manager would have to call him.

“you know how the brand was so excited to work with you because you fit their style really well?”

“yes,” hobie draws it out real slow. his heart is already racing in anticipation. he hated these things as much as the next punk guy but they made him so much money, and hobie wasn’t doing too great financially right now. all his stealing and evading “justice” was starting to creep up on him and the last thing he wanted was to end up in the slammer.

sure he’s all rough and tough on paper but he knows he wouldn’t last a second behind bars.

“well now . . ., someone has offered them a large sum of money to lower your appearances to one so not only do you now walk once but you’re getting paid significantly less.”

if hobie was in a cartoon, he’d have steam pouring out his ears. his stomach twists itself into sour knots, tighter and tighter he feels like he’s going to be sick. peter is saying something, words fading into the background of hobie’s thoughts, all screaming into the void about how inconsiderate you are. how careless, how selfish, how bratty.

“pete, i have to go.” his thumb smashes against the big red button on the keypad. everything in his body is blaring with the red alert of his ending patience. he’s been lenient, he thinks. only speaking to you when you’ve really done it for him. otherwise, he’s left you alone. sure, he told marco to stop letting you dog him and told you off for your behavior but none of that justifies something as cruel as this.

“what’s wrong? get some bad news?” you grin when hobie comes stalking up to you. something like a delightful chill runs down your back when you see just how unnerved he is. you’ve never gotten anyone to glare at you as hard as hobie is doing.

“we need to have a talk,” hobie says with his hand circling around your wrist, smoothed and evenly tanned from expensive skincare treatments and luxurious vacations out the country. he is prepared to ignore your whines about how he’s dragging you across the room but to his surprise, there is none.

other than the sounds of quiet huffs of annoyance, you’re compliant enough to follow him. your feet drag, moonboots scraping against the concrete flooring. the sound just irritates hobie more.

he pulls you behind the partitioned dressing stall, yanking the white linen closed across the metal curtain rod. the small space is a tight fit, boxy and barely enough room to fit two people. fortunately, hobie is lanky enough to squeeze anywhere, unaffected with the way you puff your chest to seem more intimidating than you are.

his arms are crossed ever so tightly over his chest and yours are planted over your hips. neither of you say a word to the other, staring each other down in a silent battle of dominance.

“did you get me cut down from the show?” hobie finally spits out. his blood is boiling and he doesn’t have the time to play this game with you.

“and if i did?” you snap back with a provoking swivel of your head. you jut your chin out, eyes examining him up and down. you’re wordlessly declaring how unserious you take him and his temper. “are you going to yell at me some more because that would be a huge mistake. you don’t even know how badly i could ruin your career.”

his hand slots over his face, the web between his thumb and pointer finger rubs against the bridge of his nose. each word that rolls out your mouth has his brain rattling. none of those are anything near remorse and he’s sick of you getting away with whatever you want. “are things not goin’ well for you at home? what is this about, hm? is this all to get attention or what?”

“excuse me?” you’re miffed, eyes nearly bulging out of your head.

“that’s how it goes with you lot, ‘innit? do somethin’ crazy for attention cause you’re not gettin’ it at home.” he looks down at you, not physically but emotionally, mentally. he pities you and your need to be the center of attention. that’s what this is, isn’t it? you must live a lonely lifestyle.

you take a step towards him. in the small box you’re confined, it’s more of a half step. your finger jabs against his chest, venom dripping into each word. “you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. don’t make assumptions and mind your own fucking business.”

if hobie was angry before, he’s fuming now. this is ridiculous. to be going back and forth with a little girl that doesn’t know how to mind her tongue and is telling him to stay out of her life. “oh, that’s real rich comin’ from you. like you didn’t go and meddle with how much i’m going to get paid for this.” he swats at your hand with enough force to have put pushed away from his chest and back to your side.

“oh, whatever. i’m not going to stand here and keep talking about this.” you roll your eyes, turning away to leave hobie standing here alone. you’re only able to reach for the heavy curtain, fingertips just ghosting the fabric before you feel hands at your waist, pulling you in until your back is pressed against the cold mirror. it rattles against the impact, wobbling and clanking in the metal that holds it together.

you find hobie merely inches away from your face. he invades all of your senses at once, breath smelling of spearmint and calloused hands fisting the loose sweater you sport. it’s buttery soft and worth every pretty penny.

you’re so pretentious.

“you don’t get to walk away from me. you wanted to run your mouth. keep runnin’ it.” hobie is close enough to smell the strawberry pound cake perfume on your clothes. the glitter of your cherry flavored lipgloss reflects in the light, pink and silver. he’s unhappy with the way you sneer at him.

“then we’re going to sit here in silence because i don’t want to talk to you about this, or anything, ever.” you turn your cheek to him and close your eyes to solidify your point.

hobie hooks his fingers under your chin and forced your attention, jerking your head back with enough shock to have your eyes popping open. a whine, mixed with an almost animalistic arousal and surprise slips through your closed lips, to your dismay. you did not mean to do that.

“what was that?” he asks, hand still pushing your lips together until your lips are pursed and pouty.

you wiggle in his hold, only inching farther up against the mirror until you’re standing on your toes in dire search of space. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

playing dumb is your only solace when he’s staring at you like this, scrutinizing your every move. his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, slow and heavy, as his thoughts race together. they all come to the same conclusion, a screeching halt at one verdict.

“needy thing, you are. should have known you’d want me to do somethin’ like this. gettin’ me all mad so i can push you against the wall like this.” he adjusts his grip. instead of holding you against the glass, he holds you in place, planted firmly in your spot.

you don’t notice the way your legs slide themselves apart but hobie does and he’s quick to take advantage of it. his hand darts down under the hem of the thick striped sweater, meeting the tight spandex of your safety shorts underneath.

there’s a moment of stillness where he gives you a moment to stop him, searching your eyes for any sign of reluctance or a squeak of displeasure but none comes. you simply watch him your chocolate colored eyes, darting between his attention and his lips, messily lined with a black liner.

“hm,” he scoffs with a handful of your shorts and tugs them down with a snap of his wrist. hobie is met with resistance from the friction of your thin, nearly sheer, black tights. “put up a fight for what?” his hand digs behind the waistband of your tights and panties to bury between your hot and sticky folds. he finds your clit, growing puffy from need and pinches it between his fingers.

the back of your hand comes pressed against your lips to swallow your whimper come the sound of shoes pattering across the dark gray flooring just outside the curtain. you’re reminded in that short span of a few seconds that you’re not the only ones in the establishment.

you only end up pressing both hands against your lips when he rolls the hardening bud between his thumb and pointer finger. it has your hips bucking in a fight to satiate your growing need for more.

“fuck you being so quiet for? where that mouth, hm? nothin’ to say now that i’m playin’ with your pussy like this?” hobie tilts his head, fingers continuing to toy with you until you’re soppy enough to have the pads on the tips of his digits pruning.

hobie swears he can hear the squelching when his fingers dip towards your entrance and smear more of your arousal on your already dripping cunt. each swipe of his fingers against your nerves draws another mewl out your body, almost against your will.

“s – shut up!” you slam your fist against his chest. your body reacts before your brain does, rolling your hips into his hand in an attempt to entice it to the more needier parts.

it works, but not in the way you’d think. hobie’s eye twitches, just barely. he pulls your shorts down to your ankles when another swift tug and digs his nails into the polyester fabric of your tights. it tears apart with a few pops. he yanks the seat of your thong to the side, securing it in place on the round globe that is one of your buttcheeks. “who are you talkin’ to?”

three melodies slaps to your cunt rings through the air in a continuous stream. they’re harsh and wet and leave you withering, standing up by the grace of your willpower. your legs shake with each impact, accompanied with a shriek and your hand flies to the wall to steady you.

“just won’t learn to shut your mouth, will you?” hobie grunts under the voices questioning that unusual sound, unbeknownst to them was coming from you.

you both listen to the “what was that” and the “i don’t know”, you with the roundest doe eyes hobie’s ever seen. you’re nervous, whirring the idea of getting caught around your head. it makes your heart pound but your skin flushes with a newfound warmth.

“i’m sorry,” you say in a hushed whisper. you’re hesitant, not too pleased to be admitting defeat but you have no other choice. not when hobie is experimentally one long finger past your folds.

it’s slender and deep, reaching crevices you didn’t know was possible. never have you never able to do it yourself, nor has any of your previous casual experiences. it has your head reeling back against the mirror. the part down the center your scalp leaves you rightfully balanced.

hobie finds that you suck him right in. you’re so annoying like that, catching an attitude when he doesn’t touch the places you like, only to be reduced to apologies and sweet whispers. “yeah, i’m sure you are.” he says with his finger pumping at an agonizingly slow pace. his goal is not to make you feel good, but to make room enough for another.

it’s enough to have to you mewling. your hips roll forward and your clit bumps against the rough callouses that is hobie’s palm. your hand lifts and falls on his shoulder. you wring his shirt in between your fingers under the fabric is strained in his grip.

he makes you feel small, the way hobie eyes bore into you. he swallows each and every sound you make with his loud presence, fogging your thoughts with the smell of his cologne. it irks you, how he’s knocked you off a few pegs until you’re below him.

“i hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth. “i hate you so much. you’re just a lowlife.” you’re grappling for power, even though you’re quite literally under him. hobie’s taken up so much of your space that you have to tilt your head up to him. he’s so close you can see the freckles dotted over his cheeks.

his lips curl in on themselves. his expression squints and squeezes until it’s full of scorn. “keep fuckin’ talkin’,” he shoves another finger next to the other, dripping in the sheen of your arousal. he snaps his wrists in an aggressive up and down manner, ripping a gasp out of you.

you’re getting loud with the stimulation of his fingers inside you. your body swivels in an infinite loop of needing more of him but being unable to take it. you’re grateful when hobie cradles your head into your chest to mute your moans.

his large hand engulfs the back of your head. despite his words, this hold and gentle and safe. there’s a very thin line hobie teeters between, acting as a decent human being and being so extremely pissed off with you. messing with his pay like this.

“mmmf . . .,” you hum against his toned chest. your mouth falls open with puffs of breath. you whine and whimper into him. you fall still at the impact of his fingers, jerking so quickly in you the mirror rattles in its clips. “oh my gosh. please, fuck –!”

your orgasm comes as a surprise to no one. you’d be blind to not anticipate it by to the way you mewl and moan at his attention. it builds up and up and up and —

hobie rips his hand away. he ruthlessly deprives you of the ultimate sense of pleasure. his pride swells when you are turned into nothing but a bundle of whines of displeasure and drool.

his lips curl into something of a sadistic grin, gleaming white incisors poking through the corners. he’s even more smug when you tilt your little head at him, eyes full of pitiful tears just threatening to spill over your eyelashes.

“hobie, please?” it’s unbelievable that you’re pleading with him, hands sliding down until they grasp the waistband of his sweats. “not being nice.” your lip trembles, the two-toned browned skin comes to tuck beneath your teeth.

“don’t deserve it,” hobie clutches your chin in between his fingers, thumb on one side, pointer on the other. “beggin’ me like this after givin’ me so much attitude.”

you look so dollike and sweet like this. finally, finally, docile and bending to his will. it didn’t take him long at all, just needed to give you some attention to calm you down.

he almost feels bad for you.

it’s not enough to stop him from dropping to his knees and lifting a soft, glowing thigh over his shoulder. he massages the skin with the pads of his fingers, kissing the inner of your leg while taking in the scent of your sex, tangy like a pineapple on a summer day. 

“forgot to take these offa’ you.” his lips ghost over the material of your underwear. hobie leaves it secured where it is as he continues his trek and ignores the pants of anticipation when he eventually reaches your puffy bundle of nerves. “just hold em’ if they slip, yeah?”

you hum in hushed agreement. your hands move on their own, entangling in the coils of his coarse locs. they dig in his scalp and pull at his hair. in response, hobie is tugged closer until his tongue is slotted against your leaking cunt.

he obliges without complaint, slurping at your juices with steadying your hip and the other keeping your leg hooked on his shoulder. it’s sloppy, the mix of saliva and arousal dribbling down his chin and leaving your inner thighs glistening.

your attempt to maintain your discreetness is weak. there’s always a squeak, squeal, or hum leaving your lips when hobie’s tongue digs deep in your crevices and rolls your hips against his lips.

he, for one, doesn’t care who just so happens to walk by at the wrong time or is careless enough to pull the stiff curtain back. he does know that you care, though, and is leaving it up to you. you want to remain “respectable” and “perfect”. that is your responsibility.

with each voice that draws nearer, you try to quell your noises, swallowing each sob that accompanies each shake or twitch of your body. your almost restrained like this, having to choke back a moan.

hobie is all too good at this, lapping at your cream like a starved man offered from the cornucopia of heaven. twice now, has his long tongue slipped past your folds and flattened over the puckered rim of your ass.

his lips wrap and suckle around your clit, leaving just enough space for the pad of his thumb to circle around to your entrance. it dips inside and pulls away with enough frequency to force a reaction, a confined gasp and whimper.

“hobie! fuck you’re so –” you yank his hair in all different directions, brain foggy and unable to truly comprehend anything. you’re just over the cusp of overwhelmed, jerking against him and unsure if you want more or are ready to tap out.

he only chuckles beneath you, pulling away from your nub with a pop. his fingers become buried in you again without warning. it happens with ease until they’re knuckle deep, despite your wordless protests when you’re unintentionally attempting to escape. “swear you make it so difficult, dolly. how hard is it to take it? hm?”

it’s not really a punishment, considering how much you like it. love it, even. enjoying it so deeply you’re sure your walls will mold into his shape. your chest rises and falls, representing the waves of pleasure crashing against your body. the tightening ball in your tummy returns, wrapping itself tighter and tighter. there’s a moment you fear you’ll be denied again when your body begins to physically curl in to itself, falling silent with an open mouth.

hobie only coaxes you by returning to being gentle kisses to your skin, breathing in your natural scent with the subtle hint of the strawberry scented perfume. it’s a shame you’re not as sweet as your smell, or even the sounds you make.

even now, when you’re shaking and drunk of pleasure, this is possibly the sweetest you’ve ever been. fucked out from his fingers alone and eyes rolling back, already. your little cunt squeezes out every drop of cum it possibly can, leaving your legs shaking and pushing his hand away from your sensitive parts. 

your voice is all breathy when you speak. “holy shit,” you finally find your strength to stand, licking your dry lips to dampen them. you turn your attention down to hobie, arrogantly smiling at you as he just shy of shoves your leg off his shoulder.

“don’t look at me like that.” you twist your expression until you’re scowling, puffing your cheeks.

hobie can’t take you seriously. even after he’s pulled your panties to the side, got you to shut up, and fingered you to oblivion, you’re still so very stubborn. “if you stopped talkin’ so much, so many more people would like you,” he runs his fingers his fingers up and down your legs.

“how about you shut the fuck up?”

“i’ll do you one better.”

it’s too bad you don’t notice the widespread sadistic grin across his face. hobie jostles you around by your hips until your turned and facing the mirror. your boobs feel the cold and exposing air when he pulls your sweater and bra up.

your eyes are wide as hobie maneuvers you like a doll, guiding parts of your body into certain positions. “what are you doing?” you ask him when he pushes down on your back until it’s arched. your legs are spread apart and your brown erect nipples are being rolled between his fingers. 

“what are you doing?” you say again, body squirming against both the mirror and hobie’s crotch. your cheek is forced against it because you’re too busy holding yourself up using the wooden bench attached to it. 

you receive no response except for the sound of fabric shuffling about. your limited vision gives view of hobie dropping his sweats and briefs far enough to get his dick out. your mouth automatically waters at the sight, thick and veiny. it’s almost angry, glistening with hobie’s arousal from just touching you. it’s fully erect and firm when it slaps against your pussy.

“you ask too many questions,” he says, just barely dipping his swollen tip past your folds. hobie gets a taste of your body this way. the warmth of your walls paired with the sopping wetness of your arousal. even down to the way you immediately react, he soaks it up.

he still finds you to be a bit mouthy. it’s almost as if you’re unaware your cheek in pressed against the mirror and your tits are dangling into the palm of his hand. the other one, free of your body, runs along your smooth skin.

you can feel the tips of his fingers ghost over you. from your position, there’s not much of a view, especially with the way you’re pressed and craned into this compact space. despite your agitation and resistance, you comply when he guides your body into the arch. the curve of your spine dips, causing the globe of your ass to lift and be pressed right against his lap

you huff in anticipation when you feel the tip of hobie’s dick press against your entrance.  you’re not going to lie to yourself and say that the stretch from just a few inches causes you to tense. it’s been a minute since the last time you were fucked to the fault of your relentless attitude, something you refuse to let go of.

you squeeze your face, contorting to display your displeasure. for a split second, you consider the idea that it won’t fit. you reach back for his stomach to push him off you, convinced you’re unable to make this happen. “mm-mm,” a hum leaves your lips, pressed tightly together. your eyes flutter close, wispy and dollike lashes brushing against your cheek.

“y’gotta relax, mama. you’re gonna be fine.” hobie clasps your hand in his, rather than allowing you to escape him. don’t get him wrong, he resents you but he isn’t an asshole. he doesn’t force his way in you, not completely anyway. hobie waits just until you’re soft enough to be molded like clay. only then does he thrusts his hips forward just enough to get you over the edge.

you shriek for a second and unintentionally dig your nails into hobie’s hand. you leave indents in your wake, balling your fist and turning your head into your elbow in an attempt to muffle yourself. it’s unexpected but the pain very quickly burns itself into pleasure.

you feel so full like this. you like to think you’d be perfectly content if hobie opted to not move and instead hold you like this but it’s not something you’d tell him.

“there you go.” you hear hobie say. he sounds conceited about it too, getting off on the image you give him. gasping and twitching and all he did was stick it in. “good fuckin’ girl.”

a mewl builds up in your throat but you swallow it. it’s worse enough he’s had to coach you to take him. you can’t already let him hear you like he’s bitching you. “. . . shut up.” it takes you a moment to work the words out, lids still closed and fist still clenched.

hobie scoffs. he rolls his own eyes. he doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand you. seven inches deep and you’re still giving him orders. like the near humiliation wasn’t enough to knock you down a few notches. shut up this and shut up that. is that all you can say?

“y’know, i’d be so much nicer if you didn’t act so terribly for no reason. what did i do to deserve this, hm?” his fingers dig into your skin, grasping and rubbing along whatever he can reach. your hips, your spine, the tops of your thighs.

your lack of response is taken as a sign of complacency. you didn’t know what to say because he’s right. hobie did nothing to deserve this but treat you like a normal human being.

heaven forbid.

he snaps his hips forward, eyes boring into the back of your head. hobie own face screws up in a display of pleasure. it’s nothing compared to the near scream that falls from your lips from his sudden action.

it’s unexpected. just as unexpected as his hands wrapping around your body, one stationed securely at your hip and the other sliding up your chest and gripping your throat. it’s firm, fingers swallowing the column with just enough force to maintain your position.

“look. look in the mirror and watch how i fuck you.” hobie cocks his head, thumb brushing across your jawline. the skin is soft and no doubt also attributed to your lifestyle. “i know you want it, cunt flutterin’ on me.”

the stubborn part of you can’t resist shaking your head in denial, despite the new gush of slick coating your thighs.

“no?” his tongue catches the fat of his lip and tucks it under his teeth. he supposes it’s fine, your instance of denying everything he says. he’s tired of talking, anyway. instead, he anchors you flush against him and draws his hips back. 

the relief is only temporary because hobie slams forward just as quickly as before. each thrust sounds off with a reverberating slap of skin. you barely hear it, too busy swallowing what moans build in your throat.

you’re forced to watch, tits jiggling in the mirror. you have no range to squirm. instead, your toes curl inside your shoes. your arms shake to hold yourself up, despite not needing to. hobie had you right where he wanted with no room to escape.

your head drops forward. your insides are on fire, filled to the brim with dick. it’s repetitive and knocks the wind out of your lungs with each stroke.

“please,” you sob, eyes filling with salty tears. they spill over your waterline and plop onto the bench in inaudible plinks! 

your pleas falls on deaf ears. instead, hobie lands two smacks on your ass. it heats under his touch and jiggles on impact. at first, the smacks serve as a warning but he can’t help but indulge for just a moment. the skin tints with an undertone of red with the more merciless spanks on your cheeks.

“please what?” hobie’s hand leaves the base of your throat and entangled in the length of your hair. he wraps it around his hand, only to tug it back until your head is lifted and he gets a clear view of your pretty brown eyes glossed over and blown out. “thought you didn’t want this. want me to stop?”

your mouth gapes open only to close without a word. you’re hesitant to respond, having no intention of asking him to pull out. you merely whine in desperation and wiggle your hips.

your reward for your decision is him sinking his cock into your tight pussy. it’s almost as if hobie didn’t pause to begin with. instead, his pace is vigorous. it’s constant pressure, merciless and bouncing you around from sheer force.

your hand flies to wall, almost banging against it in an effort to find purchase somewhere. anywhere you could possibly release the growing tension all over your body, particularly your core. “oh my gosh! oh my days!”

hobie yanks your head back even farther, nearly resting against his shoulder. again, does his fingers wrap around the base of your throat and steady you there. he’s lucky enough to catch your eyes roll back. in tandem, it’s difficult to miss the clench of your walls around him. 

“well shit, baby,” hobie says. his breath fans over your check. the smell of your pussy still lingers on his breath. it sends a small wave of embarrassment crashing over you but only for a minute. it’s drowned out by red hot lust burning your insides.

“you like that shit, don’t you?” it’s a warm whisper in your ear surrounded by grunts and wet kisses against your shoulder. “so fuckin’ wet. bet you can feel me nice and deep. tell me you like it, dolly. i want to hear you say it.”

his fingers brush against your clit and elicits a gasp. by now your legs shake, ready to collapse under your weight. “i – it’s so good. it’s so good, ‘obie. i like it so much. please! wanna cum.”

“too loud,” hobie mumbles, tongue dragging across the crevices off your collar. he resolves the issue by squeezing your cheeks together until they are forced in a pucker. he pushes his fingers past your lips and flatten against your tongue.

you let out a surprised choke, saliva pooling in your mouth. you’re unable to voice anything other than haggard breaths and hummed moans. you enclose your hand around his wrist. the other rests on his bare hip. not once do you resist or push him away. you solely dig your nails into his skin, chest heaving with each draw of breath.

“gonna cum, hm? gettin’ so tight, lovely. can feel that shit, like you’re gonna snap me in half.” hobie slide his fingers farther down the slope of your tongue until you’re nearly gagging.

you manage to hum a “mm-hm”, drool gurgling and spilling down your chin. you can imagine the image you’re giving, filthy and desperate, but it’s the least of your concerns with each thrust and caress of your clit.

he doesn’t have to give you permission, doesn’t have to tell you when you can. hobie doesn’t want to. he’d much rather push you to the edge, rubbing your clit in quick circles. they compliment the jerk of his dick against that spot that has you spurting your watery cum. had his fingers not been down your throat, there’s no doubt the air would be thick with soundy whimpers.

behind you, hobie does the unexpected. he’s quick to push you forward, pulling out with a quiver. he whines, whines when shooting thick ropes of cum over your asscheeks. you get a faint glimpse of him pumping out every drop with a tight hand wrapped around the shaft.

it’s mesmerizing, the scrunched up face he makes when he cums. it’s been you who’s had the lower hand and been watched with curious eyes. for a brief moment, it’s your turn.

your turn to watch hobie stare at the mess he’s made over your skin. you think he’s going to leave you at that but instead he lowers himself down and eagerly laps it up.

your eyes widen at the sight. he could have figured out any other way clean you up and chose the most explicit, massaging your hips with each drag.

“hobie . . .” you’re at a loss for words, torn between telling him it’s unnecessary and too amazed to stop him.

“are you going to say your sorry?” he’s kneeling now, turning you around until you’re facing him. hobie looks up at you, almost innocent-like. had he not been making his way to suckle at your cunt, maybe he would have been.

you lurch away, far too sensitive to handle another round, right now.

“relax, mama. jus’ tryna clean you up. promise.” he presses a relaxing kiss against your inner thigh until you’re soft in his hands again. “are you sorry or what?”

you consider the position you find yourself in now and in the previous minutes. your cheeks flush when the weight of your actions come crashing down and your hands, resting on his shoulders, are reluctantly drawing back. “are you going to use this against me?” a chill runs down your spine when his tongue smooths over your folds.

hobie’s eyebrows knit together. he’s perplexed you’d think that of him. “oh, absolutely not. i’m not you. jus’ got tired of it. so are you sorry or not?”

you’re prepared to answer, mouth gaping open before you’re interrupted by a knock on the other side of the curtain, probably on what little solid surface there is.

“if you guys are done uh, fighting, everyone else is ready to go.”

hobie is far more composed about this than he is. “ ‘kay,” he says, eyes never leaving yours. his question, unanswered, still lingers. the only thing that’s changed is that he’s now standing and putting his clothes back on, waiting for your response. “i’m willing to put this all behind us if you just apologize. you have no idea what you’ve just done and i can’t expect you to understand and doubt that you’ll fix what you’ve done, but can you at least say you’re sorry?”

your shift your weight, gathering the different articles of your clothing and pulling them on your body. it’s difficult in this small space with him but you manage. “i dunno. you were kinda mean so —“

“ ☆ , i’m serious.” he catches you with a heavy gaze. for once, there’s no hint of anger. he’s being sincere with his hurt and you can’t deny the guilt you’re filled with. “you messed everything up so bad. you’re strong, you’re powerful, you can do what you want, whatever. i don’t care. i just need you to understand that i deserve an apology.”

you adjust the sweater on your body to avoid the tension in the air. there’s truly no way out of this. just you two in this room, him expecting an apology after bending and breaking your body. “i’m . . . sorry. you’re right, i guess. i’ll figure out how to undo it.” your voice only gets quieter and quieter with each word, putting your feet back into your boots.

it’s embarrassing and odd, apologizing. you can’t think of the last time you’ve done so and honestly don’t believe you would have if he hadn’t taken such methods to get it out of you.

oddly enough, it’s silent. you’re too cagey to meet hobie’s eyes and even while fully dressed, you’re stalling leaving the space.

it takes him a moment to speak as well, sighing to release what emotions he still carries about the situation. “thank you. if you fix it, i’ll stay out of your life. we’ll finish our job and never see each other again. i won’t talk about what happened to anyone and i’m sure you can manage to keep whatever you want between whoever is here. deal?”

your stomach twists into knots and fills with distaste. for what? you don’t know. you can’t put your finger on it but you find yourself nodding anyway.

what else can do you? disagree and risk the industry finding out what risky behavior you participated in? risk blemishing your reputation and have the public label you a whore?

“okay. deal.”

your response is satisfying enough for hobie to leave after patting your shoulder. presumably, that’ll be the last time you interact so personally but that’s not an assumption you think you like.

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[starrierknight]

I dread the day I forget to click the little "Ask anonymously" box. If that ever happens then please don't answer the ask I wanna be an anonymous little Star- Ahem. Anyway.

The art I meant is uhhh. Guys. I dunno I just like art of guys they look so good. And the reason I checked out your blog was actually the synesthesia thing! I remember years ago I was low-key obsessed with it for a while after reading a book that mentioned it (I can tell you about some related stuff from back then if you want those rambles? It's nothing too interesting but y'know)

Also since you add like. The perfect amount of line breaks I wouldn't mind any lectures or tangents or rambles y'know? Line yes give me a lecture about human experiments. I am interested. I could get invested. I wouldn't mind at all as long as you don't. Keep telling me about things that interest you so I can listen to an online stranger going by Reece, like how I am an online stranger going by Star, and you listen to me- what was I saying again?

Anyway uhh if you wanna hear more about that stuff I mentioned (or really anything I mention) let me know, especially since I'm finally at my pc now so I can type way faster and better

...Also I just reread your likes and uh. Bunnies, huh? Go on? (I love bunnies so stupidly much sagbkvhjab please show me some favorites if you can I will beg if you want--)

Okay byeee

- Star 💫

ofc ofc dw!!! I will simply pretend I do not see it. I'm not here to expose my darling anons :3

art of guys??? 😭😭 LMAO sick well. well well well. I will try to rb more art, I've been off my game abt rbing it recently. I should fix that smh.... gotta support the artists on here

oh really??? that's so cool!! I can't believe my silly little ask game encouraged you to say hi. I'm pretty grateful for it actually lololol. and wow. you read a book on it??? can you tell me about it, if you're up for it? I'd love to learn more (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

HAHAHAHA LMAO GOOD TO KNOW GOOD TO KNOW!!! teehee, very pleased that I've lured you in w my synesthesia and my line breaks. I consider this an epic win 😎 and I will totally be rambling (with ample line breaks ofc!) for you, my Star!!!! I love it so much, I could yipyap for days abt my silly little interests LMAO

and damnnnn look at you go! speed race typing, I see you!!!!!! mwah. your dedication to the cause is impressive and endearing.

OFLKGLSJDJF BUNNIES!!!! OMG OKAY SO SO SO THEY'VE BEEN MY FAV ANIMAL SINCE I WAS A TODDLER!!!!!!

they mean so much to me yk??? like yk how some ppl have animals they feel drawn/connected to??? that's me with bunnies. always have done.

fun fact! once when I was about 4 I was chatting to one of my mother's friends about bunnies and I described my dream bunny in so much detail and how I'd look after it that she thought I actually had it as a pet 😭🩷

I also have some Miffy stuff!!! I love Miffy so much, she's so cute. I have a couple of jellycat bunny plushies as well as a HUGE white rabbit plush on my bed. so comfy and squishy kfldlskfkfd

I also wanna get a little Peter Rabbit tattooed on my ankle one day!!! I really do love them. all bunnies are good bunnies, but I have such a soft spot for long haired bunnies and for lop eared ones :(

#꒰ =͟͟͞♡ ꒱ — love letters #꒰ ♡⃕ ꒱ — 💫

[grad604-haydenmiddleton]

20 OBJECTS WRITING CUT DOWN EVEN MORE (VER. 3)

Seraph of the End Manga

I watched the Seraph of the End anime for the first time when I was around 13 and ironically, I nearly didn’t finish it, but I’m really glad I stuck with it because now it’s one of my favourite pieces of media of all time.

Burts bees

I used to not take good care of my body at all and Lip balm is just a representation of the changes and routine I made to try and get better when I was depressed. I use lip balm all the time and it’s a simple self care thing that makes me feel better.

Washi tape

Washi tape is a staple at a lot of stationary shops and I can't handle the temptation and usually leave a stationary shop with something. I just like the aesthetics and patterns of washi tape that inspire some of my brightly coloured art, and sometimes I even digitally draw washi tape to emulate physical craft style.

Miffy wallet

Miffy is a rabbit character from the Netherlands and another character I enjoy collecting items from. This Miffy wallet is also a gift from my sister, as she’s always looking out for me and things I might enjoy, as she knows I’m a bit of a collector. Rabbits or rabbit features show up in my work a lot, almost as a representation of myself.

Tamagotchi

This is a Sanrio edition tamagotchi, which only ever came out in Japanese. My sister and I both had tamagotchis around 2010. I watch videos about the timeline and all about the different versions of tamagotchis that were made. It's a nostalgia thing and reminds me to put a childish 2000s flair into my work.

Stickers

I’m a collector, and my stack of sticker sheets is further proof. I get really nervous about using them. I want to keep all of them nice forever. A lot of the stickers are made by artists and often they’re made as merchandise for a show or cartoon I watch. It's been my dream to sell things like stickers myself.

Water cup

I have a love for water and hydrating, like all normal living things do. I genuinely believe drinking a lot more water and staying hydrated throughout the day has made me a happier, healthier person. Everything also just tastes better when drunk with a straw.

Converse

I wore fake Kmart Converse hundreds of times before finally investing in a pair of real Converse. I got them at my mum's insistence since she was sick of me getting blisters with the ill-fitting dupe. Shoes are extremely important to see the world in and to take inspiration from the world around me for my creative practice.

Pokémon cards

I have spent a crazy amount of money on my Pokémon card collection. But for me, it isn’t about pulling the crazy rare and expensive cards, it’s all about collecting the pretty cards or cards I find visually appealing. I collect these to appease my childhood self who wasn't allowed to buy Pokémon cards.

Ticket stubs

Here are some of the ticket stubs or receipts I’ve collected from going to shows. I keep these to preserve the memory of going out with friends or family to watch something. I really enjoy taking in the art and beauty of animated movie as inspiration for my own bright and bold creative style.

Keroppi figure

Keroppi is a frog from Sanrio, and I got this specific figure from a blind box, which means you’re not sure which design or character you’re going to get when you buy the box. I thought it was really cute that I got the one that is shown to be drawing just like a representation of me.

Sonny Angel

At first, I used to think Sonny Angels were creepy but the more I learned about them, the more I was swayed. Of course, they are also just a piece of expensive plastic that we buy and collect, but sometimes it’s about the simple pleasures in life.

Wacom

I got my first Wacom tablet when I was around 12 after borrowing my sister's far too much. I’m actually a horrible physical artist compared to my digital skills which you would think would crossover. This was the first step in taking me down the path of graphic design and helped me realise what I wanted to do for work later in life.

Testosterone

This is my medical prescription for testosterone. I go in every 3 weeks for an injection of this stuff. It took a lot of time to get to this point in my life, but I can confidently say it has made me a happier, more confident person to finally feel like I’m comfortable in my own skin. Cis or not. It’s important for us as people to express ourselves authentically.

Fuggler Box

This box once housed a fuggler, a funny, ugly creature. These toys are meant to be, well, ugly to an extent. They have interestingly shaped bodies, small beady eyeballs, and visible, semi-realistic-looking teeth! Despite the intent of them being made ugly, I find them quite endearing. I like this idea of finding the beautiful behind the ugly.

Grape Fanta

My love for artificial grape flavouring knows no bounds. I don’t even like real grapes! Fizzy drinks, soda, pop, whatever you want to call it, is one of my favourite things to drink as a treat. When I’m feeling down or I’m losing motivation, I treat myself to full strength, full sugar, definitely bad for me, soda.

He/Him Badge

I got this badge just before starting my transition. It was really hard to know inside that I was a man, but people around me didn’t know, which makes sense because I definitely don’t look like a typical man. To be honest, I don’t wear it very much anyway, as I became more confident in myself, and as long as I and the people close to me understood my identity, that’s what mattered most.

Splatoon Amiibo

Splatoon is a video game where you play as a 'squid kid’ (a kid who can also turn into a squid) and hang out in Inkopolis Square, shop for colourful streetwear fashion with unique abilities, and play games of turf war where yo try to paint the majority of the map in your team colour.

Dsi

The DSi was my first ever gaming console. I got it for Christmas one year from my nana when I was 7. This began my love for Nintendo and video games. I played a lot with my sister and they are fond memories. Video games go hand in hand with graphic design as they communicate a story visually and through a creative style.

Tote bag

I started buying tote bags for university thinking they would be cool and convenient. In actuality, they were inconvenient. I still have a considerable collection of them because I think they add to an outfit and you’ll typically see a tote bag as a creatives bag of choice, so I guess I’m just doing my duty as a designer.

[ash-is-observing]

What do you think of Alexmation?

Well, Alexmation, Shitting on twincookies art and my own. He’s a hypocrite telling people on tumblr artists that they “butchered” designs when his art looks like something toddlers would draw. (But comparing him to toddlers is an insult to toddlers honestly). Some of the things that he says are nothing to take seriously but he really wants you to ship the things he likes based off weightless evidence more weightless than feathers.

other than the cyberbulling, his content is just boring to me. I’ve tried watching some of his shorts but the voice acting and mic audio is just miffy to me. The plot just feels like total drama but written poorly. however I haven’t gotten myself to watch all of it. Just 2 episodes but it just isn’t something for me and it isn’t worth my time.

And to top it off, we have some kind of evidence that he’s homophobic. (Thnxs to @wesleyannswildwest)

really, I have said that he might reconsidered his actions and grow from them but he’s 28. He’s an adult and if there is one thing I know as a minor ; adults will never listen to minors, especially stubborn adults, especially when the minors are correct. He won’t listen unless he faces actual consequences which he clearly hasn’t. Whenever I do talk about him, part of me is afraid that he’ll see, make a video on me and make me the bad guy. he’ll back off and say, “ Well sorry you’re so sensitive. It just my opinions and clearly you can’t handle them.” Or something else like that and he does have the audience. He has 200+ subscribers that some how like his content. So I stay low.

the tl;dr is that Alexmation is just bland but the little times he voices his opinion, it’s flawed in some way because he forgets that show is fun. It’s just sheer fun and really just doesn’t care about having a story. I guess you could say that Alex has clearly never watched the show before.

#ashspeaks #let me explain #i answer asks #the masked singer #tms

[bbbrianjones]

i tagged by the lovely @stevielynnicks to answer these questions -  thank you so much dearie!! there are a few questions so i’ll just put them under this post!!

RELATIONSHIP: single technically, i’m too good for anyone <3 

FAVOURITE COLOUR: yellow!! like pastel yellow or mustard, it just makes me so happy!!

THREE FAVOURITE FOOD: île flottante, 

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: the chorus to relight my fire by take that! it such a guilty pleasure of mine but it always gets stuck in my head!

LAST SONG I LISTENED TO: cool by gwen stefani [after all that we’ve been through.... i know we’re cool]

LAST THING I GOOGLED: when edgar wright’s latest film is getting released in paris <3 i’m just hoping i’ll be able to see it!!

TIME: 10:45 in the morning

DREAM TRIP: anywhere outside of paris!! but i really wanna go back to london again :^( 

ANYTHING I REALLY WANT: i so badly want an original pressing an any oasis or blur album but they are SO EXPENSIVE!!! I’M MAD!!

NICKNAMES: emmi, em, mi-mi, lutin, mrs [insert whoever i’m in love with at the moment] 

GENDER: femme fatale

STAR SIGN: cancer <3333

HEIGHT: i thought i was like 164 cm [5′4] but i keeps changing every time i do my height so i trust no one :)

BIRTHDAY: july the third

FAVOURITE BANDS/GROUPS: the stone roses, the rolling stones, pulp, crowded house, oasis, pink floyd

FAVOURITE SOLO ARTIST: syd barrett, kate bush, gwen stefani 

LAST MOVIE: my brother and i watched hot fuzz monday night, and now i can’t stop thinking about! i have that crosswords scene in my head!!

LAST SHOW: THE mighty boosh! it’s just one of those shows which i will never get sick of it!! 

WHEN DID I CREATE THIS BLOG: nov 2016 but didn’t start posting until an 2017! i remember i used to never tag my posts!!

WHAT DO YOU POST: anything i find pretty, usually my latest obsession! anything with brian and john squire if they present <3

OTHER BLOGS: none worth mentioning!

DO I GET ASKS: sometimes! i’ve been getting lots because i post ask games but i cherish every single one i get

FOLLOWING/FOLLOWERS: following 45 for legal reasons, the perfect amount of followers!

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: i get around seven-eight, but it is still never enough and i end up taking naps in the middle of the day!!

LUCKY NUMBERS: eight and four!

INSTRUMENTS: i did piano for about eleven years, also played clarinet in school

WHAT AM I WEARING: blue jacket, 80s mom jeans, and my silicon teens shirt. andy fletcher cosplay in full swing <33

DREAM JOB: there have been so many jobs i have wanted but none of them excite me enough to want to do them. there has been nursing, forensic anthropology, music historian, optometrist, or a secretary!single

FAVOURITE SONG: at the moment it’s made of stone or fools gold, both by the stone roses

LAST BOOK I READ: picnic at hanging rock!! i first read it when i was ten and it scared me so much, and now it still causes goosebumps for me!! i want to know what happened to the girls!!

THREE FICTIONAL UNIVERSE I WANT TO LIVE IN: obviously the mighty boosh would be amazing to live in! thomas the tank engine as well!! i love trains and the scenery looked so pretty in thomas!! miffy too!! i swear kids show have the best universe!!

#tag #i don't watch a lot of shows to have any universal i would want to live it so it's so difficult doing that question!! #i always forget how good fools gold is #and then it plays and i die #literally that bassline... so sexy

[everlarkficquestions]

Masterlist: AU - Modern (complete) T to Z

This masterlist features complete multi-chapter modern AUs (plus one-shots that are 15,000+ words long). whose titles begin with T to Z

Please make sure to read the tags and summary before diving into the fic. Some stories may feature subject matter which is not to everyone’s tastes.

As with all masterlists, if you know of a fic that is not on this list, please let us know by sending an ask HERE and we will add it.  Please also let us know if you spot any inaccuracies.  Thank you!

T to Z

Talking Body - atetheredmind

The Baker - LavenderVanilla

The Boy With the Bread - nonnie_mouse

The Boys Are Depending On Us - ETNRL4L

The Bread Whisperer - penelopeweaving

The Bucket List - meadowlark27

The Common Thread That Lies Between You and Me - angylinni

The Conflict of Identity - lollercakes

The Farmer’s Daughter - HavishamWard

The Farmer's Daughter - Pookieh 

The Fighter - MoiraCPercy

The Fire Beneath - DustWriter

The Firebird - merciki *

The First Time - annieoakley1

The Fool - myusernamehere

The Grey Where We Live Between Wrong and Right - Miffy

The Highland Games Experience - ETNRL4L

The Holiday - JLaLa

The Hoodie by Lemonluvgirl87*

The Journey - bookworm722

The Language That Lives Between Words - titania522

The Librarian!Peeta Series - silvercistern

The Lieutenant and the Artist - thamockingjayandpeeta

The Lighthouse - historywriter2007

The Mistress - PeetasAndHerondales

The Mockingbird - jeeno2

The Mockingjays - mellarkberries

The Naked Truth - Pikelet184 

The Need for Speed - peetabreadgirl

The One - burkygirl

The One She Left Behind - Xerxia

The One Who Almost Got Away - chele20035

The Picture - burkygirl

The Redo - redheadedflame 

The Royals - Miffy

The Same Mistakes - politiksandprose

The Scariest Thought - RedHeadedFlame

The Seam - Court81981

The Sex Dream - miffy

The Study - amelinazenitram (AmelinaZenitram), hutchabelle

The Teacher - JLaLa

The Third Wheel - sponsormusings

The Year I Let My Heart Lead Me - erin_babbit

There’s Just Something - DustWriter

Three’s a Crowd - Prodigy X19

Three Days - JennaGill

Tides - JLaLa

Top of the World - DirectorCarmichael

Trojans - stacylk

Trying To Get It Right - sponsormusings

Tuscany, my love - LitLove

Twisted - chele20035

Two Wrongs - JLaLa

Unconditionally - thefaultinourtrampoline

Under the Setting Sun - janerey

Under My Skin - Court81981

Unexpected - RedHeadedFlame

Wanderlust  - atetheredmind

Wanted - Pikelet184

Waterlily - HGRomance

What Makes the World Go Round? - JLaLa

Whatever Happens Here - cchester1985

When We Were Young - JLaLa

Where Her Heart Should Be - purplehedgehogskies

Wilderness - chele20035

Wishing You Well - itsmorgan

With a Little Help From My Friends - maktub

Witness Protection - Prodigy X19

Wrapped In Red - katnissdoesnotfollowback (lost_on_cloud_9) 

Wreck and Ruin - JennaGill

You & Me - herainab

You Don’t Know Me - JLaLa

You Realize You’re A Distraction - Buttercupbadass

You’re All I See - ellembee

Your Hand in Mine - ellembee

Your Mark on my Soul - Xerxia

Completed: 5/8/2016

Updated: 7/26/2018

*Added 3/18/2022

#Masterlist #AU - Modern (complete); T to Z

[harmonette]

birthday cake, princess cake, choc fudge cake, pound cake

my wishlist is a madewell tote, a shell pocket mirror, a miffy lamp hahaha and some hara underwear, the pumpkin high waist pants and matching bra to be exact !! when i was growing up i wanted to be a clothes designer, a filmmaker and an artist :--) i also secretly wish i was in a band still - songs that always make me wanna dance are real love baby by father john, anything by two door cinema club and abba god damn ! and finally i’d pick a picnic every god damn time ! this girl loves the sun

[flippyskip]

GAME!!!

rules: answer 28 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better. Thanks for the tag @nikkitasevoli

1. Nicknames: Miff,Miffy,Flip, Skip, Chiky

2. Gender: Female

3. Star Sign: Libra

4. Height: 1.50 mts

5. Time: 22:44 PM

6. Birthday: October 7th

7. Favorite Bands: 30STM, 21 pilots, imagine dragons, foo fighters

8. Favorite Solo Artists: madonna, Shakira, pink, OMI,

9. Song stuck in my head: I hope you suffer, amarrame

10. Last movie I watched: Elle

11. Last show I watched: Chumel,con Chumel Torres

12. When did I create my blog: 2017

13. Last thing I googled: Chumel Torres

14. Do I have any other blogs: nope

15. Do I get asks: sometimes

16. Why I chose my url: my nickname

17. Following: 54

18. followers: 🤷🏼‍♀️

19. Average hours of sleep: 6 hours or less

20. Lucky number: none

21.Instument: a little bit of piano

23. Dream job: Artist

24. Dream trip: Island

25. favorite food: Sushi

26. nationality: Mexican

27. favorite song right now: Up in the Air 30STM

i’m tagging: anyone who wants to play!! Enjoy :)

[drewebowden66]

Quirky Family Home Interiors Under 85 Sqm With Pink Accent Decor

Measuring in at just under 85 square metres (915 square feet), these two family apartment interiors each feature open plan sociable living areas, one adults bedroom and one kid’s room (floor plan inspo included at the end of each tour). Unexpected blue-green and pink decor elements pop up cheerfully as we tour through the rooms of each place, where the colours work to break up the monotony of a predominantly white canvas. Modern furniture, trendy fixtures and quality finishes come together to build stylish yet practical family friendly living spaces that feel uplifting and light, playful and free.

Designer: Andrey Barinov   Visualizer: Andrey Barinov   In Penza, Russia, this 83.75 square metre apartment interior comes alive with a riot of teal and pink colour from the sofa. Panel moulding breaks up an expanse of white living room wall, whilst brick effect wallpaper texturises the white wall around the table area of the living room dining room combo.

Clerestory windows bring borrowed light from the living room into the home entryway, behind the partition wall.

Exposed electrical lines and an interesting dining room chandelier continue the industrial vibe of the brick wall. A carafe tops the dining table, and there’s a questionable choice of typographical art work for a family home… But perhaps the message is lost in translation for the youngest family member!

Pink decorative wall hooks decorate the entryway side of the partition wall. The faux brickwork wallpaper wraps around to complete the effect.

Wooden closets provide concealed storage for surplus items. A pink decorative wall mirror brings another pop of pastel colour to the wall by the entry door.

A teal pouf provides a block of contrast at the foot of the pink elliptical mirror.

An L-shaped kitchen design features raw timber cabinets at its base, and white wall cabinets to lighten and open things up at head height. Monochrome mosaic tiles feature a swiss cross design placed as a decorative border.

The kitchen has a small peninsula that forms a breakfast bar on one side. Borrowed light comes into the space from a glass wall bedroom design.

On the other side of the glass partition wall, the bedroom is a peaceful haven of soft pink and white.

Artists wooden mannequins have been painted up as quirky pink shelf decor. Raw timber boxing at the glass wall reveals its true function as housing for a privacy curtain.

A cartoon figurine serves as a book end on the herringbone wood floor.

When drawn, the teal privacy curtain gives the lightly decorated room a whole new cosy look.

A wooden hanging rail replaces the wardrobe in the bedroom–entryway closets catch the overspill.

The kid’s bedroom design continues the pink accent theme with an Eames elephant kid’s seat and desk chair. Bright yellow elements up the energy.

A decorative yellow wall runs the length of the room on one side, which complements an activity corner of yellow climbing holds and rungs.

The kid’s study area is designed to suit the needs of the whole family, with shelves for the parents book collection situated here.

Swiss cross motifs return inside the bathroom design, around the vanity area, where a pink and wood bathroom vanity light drops in some colour.

A black toilet vibes with the dark stone bathroom basin and the monochrome mosaic tiles.

A towel rail adds more powdery pink punch.

Apartment floor plan, which reveals a utility room situated between the kitchen and bathroom.

Designer: Design Rocks   Visualizer: Design Rocks   Next we travel to Moscow, Russia, to this fresh and fun 82 square metre family home.

A bright orange lounge chair stands by a wood and glass TV wall unit, with a matching wood effect media storage unit mounted beneath. The floating furniture makes the perfect central storage point for books, DVDs and games, and makes a modern hearth of sorts on which to display family photographs.

Greige kitchen units provide a soft visual stop at the end of the long pale room.

A round dining table is situated upon the tiled kitchen floor, along with clear perspex dining chairs that maintain the light look of the space.

The white marble table top matches with the kitchen backsplash.

Aside from the pale grey floor tile of the kitchen-diner and home entryway, herringbone wood flooring runs throughout the rest of the apartment. The natural timber creates a stylishly warm and homey atmosphere.

A pastel pink ceiling and a cheeky mural add character and personality to the parents bedroom. A black platform bed dominates the space with a large winged headboard.

Above the bed, a dual headed light extends low over each bedside unit.

The wall mounted TV is given a blue media unit underneath, which contrasts boldly with the gentle pink decor elements.

Curvaceous lines of an elliptical wall mirror are echoed in a unique floor lamp.

Blue-green elements rule a lively bathroom scheme, where a turquoise tinted shower screen ties in with a turquoise basin and countertop design.

Blue wall panels back the toilet wall.

Adorable decor fills the kid’s bedroom. A house shaped bed takes up centre stage, whilst pom pom trimmed toy storage baskets and turquoise soft furnishings bring tactile elements to the room. A giraffe art print introduces a yellow aspect to the colour palette that is carried through into a yellow star shaped cushion on the playmat.

A Miffy kids’ light emits a friendly glow at the edge of the play space. A desk area is set up on the other side of the room for projects.

A modern bathroom vanity colours the powder room.

The utility room is situated next door to the entryway powder room.

Perspective drawing.

Floor plan.

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[jeremystrele]

Quirky Family Home Interiors Under 85 Sqm With Pink Accent Decor

Measuring in at just under 85 square metres (915 square feet), these two family apartment interiors each feature open plan sociable living areas, one adults bedroom and one kid’s room (floor plan inspo included at the end of each tour). Unexpected blue-green and pink decor elements pop up cheerfully as we tour through the rooms of each place, where the colours work to break up the monotony of a predominantly white canvas. Modern furniture, trendy fixtures and quality finishes come together to build stylish yet practical family friendly living spaces that feel uplifting and light, playful and free.

Designer: Andrey Barinov   Visualizer: Andrey Barinov   In Penza, Russia, this 83.75 square metre apartment interior comes alive with a riot of teal and pink colour from the sofa. Panel moulding breaks up an expanse of white living room wall, whilst brick effect wallpaper texturises the white wall around the table area of the living room dining room combo.

Clerestory windows bring borrowed light from the living room into the home entryway, behind the partition wall.

Exposed electrical lines and an interesting dining room chandelier continue the industrial vibe of the brick wall. A carafe tops the dining table, and there’s a questionable choice of typographical art work for a family home… But perhaps the message is lost in translation for the youngest family member!

Pink decorative wall hooks decorate the entryway side of the partition wall. The faux brickwork wallpaper wraps around to complete the effect.

Wooden closets provide concealed storage for surplus items. A pink decorative wall mirror brings another pop of pastel colour to the wall by the entry door.

A teal pouf provides a block of contrast at the foot of the pink elliptical mirror.

An L-shaped kitchen design features raw timber cabinets at its base, and white wall cabinets to lighten and open things up at head height. Monochrome mosaic tiles feature a swiss cross design placed as a decorative border.

The kitchen has a small peninsula that forms a breakfast bar on one side. Borrowed light comes into the space from a glass wall bedroom design.

On the other side of the glass partition wall, the bedroom is a peaceful haven of soft pink and white.

Artists wooden mannequins have been painted up as quirky pink shelf decor. Raw timber boxing at the glass wall reveals its true function as housing for a privacy curtain.

A cartoon figurine serves as a book end on the herringbone wood floor.

When drawn, the teal privacy curtain gives the lightly decorated room a whole new cosy look.

A wooden hanging rail replaces the wardrobe in the bedroom–entryway closets catch the overspill.

The kid’s bedroom design continues the pink accent theme with an Eames elephant kid’s seat and desk chair. Bright yellow elements up the energy.

A decorative yellow wall runs the length of the room on one side, which complements an activity corner of yellow climbing holds and rungs.

The kid’s study area is designed to suit the needs of the whole family, with shelves for the parents book collection situated here.

Swiss cross motifs return inside the bathroom design, around the vanity area, where a pink and wood bathroom vanity light drops in some colour.

A black toilet vibes with the dark stone bathroom basin and the monochrome mosaic tiles.

A towel rail adds more powdery pink punch.

Apartment floor plan, which reveals a utility room situated between the kitchen and bathroom.

Designer: Design Rocks   Visualizer: Design Rocks   Next we travel to Moscow, Russia, to this fresh and fun 82 square metre family home.

A bright orange lounge chair stands by a wood and glass TV wall unit, with a matching wood effect media storage unit mounted beneath. The floating furniture makes the perfect central storage point for books, DVDs and games, and makes a modern hearth of sorts on which to display family photographs.

Greige kitchen units provide a soft visual stop at the end of the long pale room.

A round dining table is situated upon the tiled kitchen floor, along with clear perspex dining chairs that maintain the light look of the space.

The white marble table top matches with the kitchen backsplash.

Aside from the pale grey floor tile of the kitchen-diner and home entryway, herringbone wood flooring runs throughout the rest of the apartment. The natural timber creates a stylishly warm and homey atmosphere.

A pastel pink ceiling and a cheeky mural add character and personality to the parents bedroom. A black platform bed dominates the space with a large winged headboard.

Above the bed, a dual headed light extends low over each bedside unit.

The wall mounted TV is given a blue media unit underneath, which contrasts boldly with the gentle pink decor elements.

Curvaceous lines of an elliptical wall mirror are echoed in a unique floor lamp.

Blue-green elements rule a lively bathroom scheme, where a turquoise tinted shower screen ties in with a turquoise basin and countertop design.

Blue wall panels back the toilet wall.

Adorable decor fills the kid’s bedroom. A house shaped bed takes up centre stage, whilst pom pom trimmed toy storage baskets and turquoise soft furnishings bring tactile elements to the room. A giraffe art print introduces a yellow aspect to the colour palette that is carried through into a yellow star shaped cushion on the playmat.

A Miffy kids’ light emits a friendly glow at the edge of the play space. A desk area is set up on the other side of the room for projects.

A modern bathroom vanity colours the powder room.

The utility room is situated next door to the entryway powder room.

Perspective drawing.

Floor plan.

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The Living Room Everyone Wants

[my-house-of-fashion]

Quirky Family Home Interiors Under 85 Sqm With Pink Accent Decor

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Measuring in at just under 85 square metres (915 square feet), these two family apartment interiors each feature open plan sociable living areas, one adults bedroom and one kid’s room (floor plan inspo included at the end of each tour). Unexpected blue-green and pink decor elements pop up cheerfully as we tour through the rooms of each place, where the colours work to break up the monotony of a predominantly white canvas. Modern furniture, trendy fixtures and quality finishes come together to build stylish yet practical family friendly living spaces that feel uplifting and light, playful and free.

Designer: Andrey Barinov   Visualizer: Andrey Barinov  

In Penza, Russia, this 83.75 square metre apartment interior comes alive with a riot of teal and pink colour from the sofa. Panel moulding breaks up an expanse of white living room wall, whilst brick effect wallpaper texturises the white wall around the table area of the living room dining room combo.

Clerestory windows bring borrowed light from the living room into the home entryway, behind the partition wall.

Exposed electrical lines and an interesting dining room chandelier continue the industrial vibe of the brick wall. A carafe tops the dining table, and there’s a questionable choice of typographical art work for a family home… But perhaps the message is lost in translation for the youngest family member!

Pink decorative wall hooks decorate the entryway side of the partition wall. The faux brickwork wallpaper wraps around to complete the effect.

Wooden closets provide concealed storage for surplus items. A pink decorative wall mirror brings another pop of pastel colour to the wall by the entry door.

A teal pouf provides a block of contrast at the foot of the pink elliptical mirror.

An L-shaped kitchen design features raw timber cabinets at its base, and white wall cabinets to lighten and open things up at head height. Monochrome mosaic tiles feature a swiss cross design placed as a decorative border.

The kitchen has a small peninsula that forms a breakfast bar on one side. Borrowed light comes into the space from a glass wall bedroom design.

On the other side of the glass partition wall, the bedroom is a peaceful haven of soft pink and white.

Artists wooden mannequins have been painted up as quirky pink shelf decor. Raw timber boxing at the glass wall reveals its true function as housing for a privacy curtain.

A cartoon figurine serves as a book end on the herringbone wood floor.

When drawn, the teal privacy curtain gives the lightly decorated room a whole new cosy look.

A wooden hanging rail replaces the wardrobe in the bedroom–entryway closets catch the overspill.

The kid’s bedroom design continues the pink accent theme with an Eames elephant kid’s seat and desk chair. Bright yellow elements up the energy.

A decorative yellow wall runs the length of the room on one side, which complements an activity corner of yellow climbing holds and rungs.

The kid’s study area is designed to suit the needs of the whole family, with shelves for the parents book collection situated here.

Swiss cross motifs return inside the bathroom design, around the vanity area, where a pink and wood bathroom vanity light drops in some colour.

A black toilet vibes with the dark stone bathroom basin and the monochrome mosaic tiles.

A towel rail adds more powdery pink punch.

Apartment floor plan, which reveals a utility room situated between the kitchen and bathroom.

Designer: Design Rocks   Visualizer: Design Rocks  

Next we travel to Moscow, Russia, to this fresh and fun 82 square metre family home.

A bright orange lounge chair stands by a wood and glass TV wall unit, with a matching wood effect media storage unit mounted beneath. The floating furniture makes the perfect central storage point for books, DVDs and games, and makes a modern hearth of sorts on which to display family photographs.

Greige kitchen units provide a soft visual stop at the end of the long pale room.

A round dining table is situated upon the tiled kitchen floor, along with clear perspex dining chairs that maintain the light look of the space.

The white marble table top matches with the kitchen backsplash.

Aside from the pale grey floor tile of the kitchen-diner and home entryway, herringbone wood flooring runs throughout the rest of the apartment. The natural timber creates a stylishly warm and homey atmosphere.

A pastel pink ceiling and a cheeky mural add character and personality to the parents bedroom. A black platform bed dominates the space with a large winged headboard.

Above the bed, a dual headed light extends low over each bedside unit.

The wall mounted TV is given a blue media unit underneath, which contrasts boldly with the gentle pink decor elements.

Curvaceous lines of an elliptical wall mirror are echoed in a unique floor lamp.

Blue-green elements rule a lively bathroom scheme, where a turquoise tinted shower screen ties in with a turquoise basin and countertop design.

Blue wall panels back the toilet wall.

Adorable decor fills the kid’s bedroom. A house shaped bed takes up centre stage, whilst pom pom trimmed toy storage baskets and turquoise soft furnishings bring tactile elements to the room. A giraffe art print introduces a yellow aspect to the colour palette that is carried through into a yellow star shaped cushion on the playmat.

A Miffy kids’ light emits a friendly glow at the edge of the play space. A desk area is set up on the other side of the room for projects.

A modern bathroom vanity colours the powder room.

The utility room is situated next door to the entryway powder room.

Perspective drawing.

Floor plan.

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