#cliffhouse

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Canyon House, Khujand Desert, #Tajikistan by Cosmo Render / Dilshod Sharipov Read more: Link in bio! Cosmo Render: An architectural concept, a house among the canyons. Is it possible to build a house of difficult terrain? The ravines and deep drops of canyons can be used as a habitat for a retreat from nature… #khujand #cliffhouse #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Khujand, Northern Tajikistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnZ9QdduFOu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#tajikistan #khujand #cliffhouse #архитектура #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house #amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography #معماری

[moodboardmix]

Sakinaw Lake House, British Columbia, Canada,

WOVEN Architecture and Design & Phillip Van Horn design

#art #design #architecture #interiors #interiordesign #canada #britsish columbia #sakinaw lake #lakehouse #woven architects #phillip van horn #luxuryhouse #luxuryhome #luxurylifestyle #retreat #cliffhouse

[victorianchap]

🔸 Sailors at the Cliff House, San Francisco⁣ circa 1901⁣. Source: The New York Public Library⁣ #victorianchaps #cliffhouse #retro #vintage #sanfrancisco #victorian #goodolddays #1900s #oldphoto #vintage #beachscene #nostalgia #pastlives #sailors ⁣ (at Sanfransisco, United State of America) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgd1p3tACza/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#victorianchaps #cliffhouse #retro #vintage #sanfrancisco #victorian #goodolddays #1900s #oldphoto #beachscene #nostalgia #pastlives #sailors

[archdl]

House inside a rock - work by @ameyzing_architect "The context of this project is inspired from #madainsaleh rock cut architecture in Saudi Arabia. Creating the rock in 3d was super fun and turned out better than I expected...Experience of living in such a house would be quite surreal. Any billionaires out there interested in building this?" . ⭕ What do you think about this design and visualization? 🔻Tag your Architect Friends! . ❌Turn ON Post Notifications to see new Contents.❗ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Follow @archdlofficial for more! 🖤 Tag #archdl and #archdlofficial or DM your works for Featuring! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #modernistarchitecture #modernhouse #brutgroup #rockhouse #deserthouse #cliffhouse #desertarchitecture #brutalist #brutalism #brutalistarchitecture #concreate #concrete #concretedesign #concreteart #concretearchitecture #concretehouse #octanerender #3d #gfx #cgi #thebartlett #digitalarchitecture #dezeen #archdaily #designboom (at Shanghai, China) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiCQlL5sZ42/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#madainsaleh #archdl #archdlofficial #modernistarchitecture #modernhouse #brutgroup #rockhouse #deserthouse #cliffhouse #desertarchitecture #brutalist #brutalism #brutalistarchitecture #concreate #concrete #concretedesign #concreteart #concretearchitecture #concretehouse #octanerender #3d #gfx #cgi #thebartlett #digitalarchitecture #dezeen #archdaily #designboom

[limerent-object]

In The Fray, Pt 1

If Priya hadn't spent every day for the past quarter preparing for the Fray Theater's winter charity gala with Salem, she probably would have been more nervous about this cliffhouse weekend she had somehow convinced him to play along with. Priya's live-in partner, Paul mocked her relentlessly for packing and re-packing the same, slightly different four outfits all throughout the week. "Priya, the man has seen you naked during the uniform fittings. There are no surprises here!" Paul said as he took a bite out of a sloppily made ham sandwich, standing in the living room watching her fiddle with her duffel bag the day prior to her departure. Priya stared distantly at the crumbs from the rye bread tumbling from Paul's hand to the living room floor and grumped, though she knew he was right.

Salem and she had basically spent more time together over the past three months than your average group of theater kids at the local community college before the big year-end musical. They were on calls in the morning, and shuffling around downtown Philadelphia trying to get paperwork cleared by afternoon. These past three weeks especially had been hellish. She felt like she was planning a wedding, she was both the bride and the maid of honor simultaneously, and she wasn't even getting married or allowed to eat lobster at the reception!

Well, that last part wasn't entirely true. But still, even though Salem was pulling his weight (probably more, honestly) she felt overwhelmed. Her typical submissive exercises with Paul were barely keeping her on an even keel, despite the usual cold-bath routine's effectiveness at bringing her back to planet Earth. She was careful to keep this dynamic and her current stress levels from bleeding into her work, but despite her meticulous efforts to keep her exposed skin unblemished and unbruised, she didn't expect a few drinks to kick her scrupulous routine in the knees.

As far as Priya was aware, Salem was too slavishly busy managing city permits and AV agencies to have time for romance, let alone be concerned about her own orbit. She liked the way his dark hair crowded his jawline, and his hard brow... she was sure he wasn't lacking opportunity, after all. Yet, one night after a particularly rough day of wrangling contractors to repair the ceiling of the theater's foyer, Priya's assumptions were corrected over three and a half whiskey sours at the Ranstead Room.

"Women? Priya, women do not see me. They assume with a name like 'Salem' and casual use of the term 'polyamory' that I am some exiled escapee of the Muslim community, or something." Priya felt a small zap at the word, like the release of a static shock. Salem recognized the lack of guard on her face. She barely remembers exactly why or when, but somehow it all came out. The stress. The protocol. The constant attempt to tame the weird carnal energy on the job. The wearing of harnesses under her business suits and the shock collars cinched to thighs under her woolen skirts. Her eyes searching his face for... recognition? Familiarity?

Salem laughed casually at first. They had entered that state of inebriation where someone could admit to murder and their audience would hardly careen from the news. But as the alcohol's effects dwindled in the smaller hours of the morning, the laughs became more hesitant, the locking of eyes a little more sustained.

Many days passed after they parted ways that night where even the subject of personal life did not cross their usual conversational bound. Priya began to become anxious about her professionalism, fiddling with her glasses while they reviewed schematics over lunch. Had she made things awkward? Maybe Salem wasn't that kind of open. Did he think her a freak? Was there a way to rectify the image?

A week later, while standing in the box office many hours before the theater opened to do routine PA tests, Salem entered the booth. Priya looked up from her clipboard but before she could break the silence, he cautiously lifted his hand to her throat and pulled down the lip of her turtleneck, exposing her clavicle... and a discreet prong collar. Her eyes locked with his in a panic, and he released the fabric with such nonchalance she wasn't even sure she had been exposed at all. The corners of his mouth, however, betrayed his amusement as he handed her a cup of coffee in a paper cup and exited the booth.

When she found the little cliffhouse up the coast posted on a vacation rental website, she did not resist the impulse. She booked it for the weekend after the gala was set to take place. She told herself it was to guarantee she would actually take a vacation after this frenzy. She told Paul it was to truly unplug. But she knew... she wanted to be confined to four walls with Salem, where no one could watch them from the light booth.

[raventons]

Hey Raventons! I just saw yr Cliffhouse you made, the first version, amazing!!:) I just have to ask, the background in thoose pictures, how did you get the "world" or the background of the build to look like that? :) And the view from the windows? It really looks high quality, is it a backdrop or edit afterwards? :) or world edit retextured?:D have an awesome day!! //Jess

Hello. Thank you so much! It is backdrop. Like basically a big ass painting. That particular one is by Hel Studio and called "panoramic backdrop". I have zero editing skills, so thank god for these hacks. Hope you have a great day too!

#ask #sims #sims 4

[secretariatess]

Kylin 11

           The Rangers had built their base years ago into the side of a cliff deep in the forest.  A waterfall poured down the cliff, obscuring half of the structure.  The other half was carved out of the cliff, with intricate designs found in the walls and pillars.  As time went on, the headquarters had extended to a nearby tree that stood at the same height as the cliff, and was as wide as three cottages side by side.  Branches that had been groomed and secured to the cliff served as bridges to the treehouse portion of the headquarters.  Rooms were nestled in the sturdy branches close to the trunk.  Doors dotted the trunk, indicating areas where the center of the tree had been carved out to make hidden rooms and levels.  Anymore, it was necessary to climb the stairs nailed into the tree to reach the structure in the cliff.  There were many open areas to the headquarters, allowing for animals that the Rangers had semi-domesticated to join and leave the Rangers’ company as they pleased.  The open areas also allowed for Rangers to keep a hidden watch, placing them high enough to see far into the forest.

           The Rangers had refrained from giving it an official name, preferring to refer to the place as the base, headquarters, or even home.  While the Ranger camps had names for practicality’s sake, headquarters never received a name in order to prevent an establishment of a city-state or kingdom.

           “Home” was usually Kylin’s word for it, especially when he was seeking its comforts.  He had a room in the treehouse portion, with a window that had a glimpse of the cliffhouse, waterfall, and just a peek over the top of the cliff.  The room was just large enough for a bed, bureau, desk, and small shelf to fit in it, as well as some sitting space between all the furniture. Small as it was, there was usually a sense of coziness, decorated as it was with all the things Amelia felt it needed whenever she saw it.

           Usually being key.

           In the dim light of the evening, the cliff was hidden from view, and the wilted flowers that never received care created a lackluster environment.

           Things that would not have mattered, if he was there for any other reason.

           To emphasize the point that he did not believe Kylin to be at fault and he was not at headquarters for punishment, Rei sent him back with instructions to report to Ivelios.  Ivelios was heading the investigation of the Veil Forest, after the trouble with the eroding barrier of the evil’s prison and the dobharchus being out of place.

           Ivelios would not have boring tasks for him, he knew.  Especially if there was anything else that was causing problems. Perhaps after he got started, he would be too invested in the work to be concerned about not being around in case Amelia needed his aid.

           The other Rangers would be there for her in a heartbeat, he reminded himself for the umpteenth time.  Even if the soldiers were informed to keep an eye out for the missing prince, and Amelia was in danger of being suspected, there wasn’t a Ranger who wouldn’t make sure that she was safely kept out of the soldiers’ way.

           Even so, he preferred to be there himself, and not staring out his window at the darkening landscape.

           When the sun had completely vanished, and the only light to be seen was that from the windows of headquarters and his own candle set on the desk, there was a hurried knock on the door.

           He had just stood from his place on the bed when it opened, the knocker not waiting for his answer.

           Ivelios stood in the doorway.  His skin glistened with sweat, and his hair and clothes claimed that he had been out for a long time.  Despite just having opened the door, he was already halfway out of frame, a still gloved hand gripping door as though it was the only thing keeping him where he was.

           “Rei sent you to me?” Ivelios asked sharply.

           “Yes,” Kylin answered, straightening his back and placing his hands behind him in a respectful manner.

           “Good.” Ivelios responded almost at the same time Kylin answered.  “I need you to ready yourself and standby at the entrance. If you have time, ready a couple of dogs.”

           Without giving any more explanation, Ivelios was gone.  Kylin could hear him jumping down to the next branch instead of taking the time to find the stairs.

           Kylin hurriedly got himself ready, going through his mental checklist as he did so, making sure that he fully prepared when he left his room.

           On his way down to the entrance, he stopped at the dog pen.  He flashed two fingers at the Ranger on duty, and she whistled over a pair.  She passed them their personalized dog whistles, and continued on, the pair he was giving all too excitedly following after him.

           He found waiting at the bottom of the treehouse stairs two wood nymphs, a male and a female.  Their spirits were semi-translucent, indicating that they were a long distance away from their trees.  He surmised that they were from the ash clan, located southeast of the headquarters, though admittedly, identifying wood nymph spirits was not a strong suit.  The nymphs were frowning, their arms crossed, and they made no reaction as the dogs came over and started sniffing them up and down.  They nodded stiffly at Kylin when he appeared, but did not say anything.

           He had just finished tacking up his horse when three other Rangers appeared. One took a leaf out of Ivelios’s book and forewent the stairs by jumped down from the trees.  This Ranger, Favel, passed out balls of light to attach to their horses’ gear.

           Ivelios made his appearance just after they were finished tacking up their horses and were attaching the lights.

           He asked the nymphs urgently, “Where did you say they went?”

           The female nymph pointed to the west.  “That’s our best guess.”

           With a glance at the dogs, the male nymph said, “You shouldn’t have too much trouble finding them. They’re leaving a mess behind them.”

           Ivelios dismissed the subtle suggestion.  He gracefully leapt up into the saddle of his horse, waiting patiently by the stairs where he had left it, and gestured for his team to follow him.  The dogs didn’t even wait for their cue from Kylin; they bounded straight into action, pelting after Ivelios’s horse.

           Ivelios did not let up the breakneck speed as they raced through the forest. Still having no context for what was happening, Kylin tried to focus on hearing what was ahead of them.  However, the sound of galloping hooves, the occasional barking of the dogs, and branches snapping covered anything that might indicate something was out of place.

           When Ivelios finally came to a stop, all the animals were breathing hard. Kylin patted the neck of his horse in praise as he surveyed the area.

           A significant portion of the trees were missing.  Gaping holes were left were they once stood, and deep trenches in the earth snaked off into the forest.

           “The trees were walking away,” Ivelios finally explained.  “The nymphs saw it happening earlier in the evening, and said they weren’t nymph trees.”

           Kylin was not considered a seasoned Ranger, but he had been around them long enough to know of many strange things that happened or lived in the forest.  Spiritless trees deciding to walk off on their own was admittedly a new one.

           Though no one was talking, Ivelios held up a hand for silence.  He closed his eyes, brow slightly furrowed, as he tried to listen for the trees.

           Kylin took advantage of the silence to try make out anything himself, though if they were too far, Ivelios would be the one to hear them, being a fullblooded Elf.

           A concern that proved groundless.  In the distance, he could hear a sound similar to a plow breaking the ground, accompanied by creaks and groans, and even sharp snapping noises. The sound was fanning out, as though the trees were separating from each other instead of traveling as a pack. Glancing over at Ivelios, he saw the Elf was already watching him.

           Confident that they had heard the same thing, Ivelios told him, “Take one of the dogs and head that way” -he pointed to the left- “and see if you can herd them back to each other. I’ll take the other dog to the other side. Marta and Favel, follow the tracks and try to stop them from the front. Harn, follow from the back. Go!”

           Kylin tossed Ivelios one of the dog whistles before spurring his horse back into a gallop.  He pressed the whistle he kept to his lips and blew.  The corresponding dog responded with a gleeful bark and tore after him.

           He continued to follow the sound of plowing dirt, finding himself farther to the left. His path soon intersected with one of the trails of disturbed dirt, uprooted foliage, and broken branches.

           He knew he had caught up with them by his sense of hearing before he saw them. Obscured by the darkness and the stationary trees, three tree trunks glided through the forest.  Kylin make out their roots, mowing and tilling a path for the trees to follow while roots behind them propelled them forward. There was something eerie in the way they moved, making the hair stand up on his arms.

           Eerie aside from the fact that they should have been moving at all.

           He urged his horse to go just a little faster to cut them off at the front, signaling the dog with the whistle to apply pressure from the side.  The dog came alongside the farthest most left tree and gave threatening nips to the tree’s bark.  Kylin blocked their way forward at an angle, so he was not directly in their path, and most certainly not in the way of the roots reaching out. For a brief few seconds, it looked as though the trees were not going to respond to being herded.  He was already running through his head for a second plan when the tree the dog was nipping at actually began changing course.  The other two followed suit, creating a diamond shape with the marks they were leaving behind.

           Kylin helped direct them to sounds of the other moving trees, directing the dog to go after whichever one seemed like it was straying.

           He finally came within sight of Marta and Favel.  The two had not been successful in getting the trees to stop. Instead, they were in front, just out of reach of the roots.  Continuing along with the trees he was bringing, he directed the dog to focus its attention to the ones behind the other two Rangers.

           The dog deftly dodged the roots and fearlessly charged at the moving trees. Kylin’s dog was joined by the one that Ivelios had taken.  After the dogs began biting and growling at the trees, they began to slow.  Kylin’s trees started coming to a stop as well, their path blocked by the ones behind Marta and Favel.  A few other trees arrived, coming to a stop with Ivelios beside them.

           Then all was still.  The trees stopped where they were, branches swaying slightly as though they had only encountered a strong wind and not taken a stroll through the forest.  The dogs wove in between them, growling at them to warn them not to come back to life and walk off again.  Harn and his horse stepped out from behind the rebellious trees.

           For a minute, the Rangers allowed their very tired horses a break, watching the trees with apprehension.  They had successfully stopped them, yes, but they had not managed to turn them around.

           Nor did they know what caused them to move in the first place.

           Ivelios made the first move.  He guided his horse over to the front of the trees and said in irritation to the trees, “You aren’t supposed to be here. Go back!”

           Unsurprisingly, the trees did not heed his words.

           He smacked the closest one, again saying, “Go back! There is no reason for you to be here, go back!”

           Kylin could have sworn he heard an audible sigh before the roots came back out of the ground and began moving back the way they came, though slower this time.  The Rangers tentatively followed them, their dogs keeping the trees in line.

           When the trees returned to their place of origin, they settled themselves back into the holes they left in a manner Kylin could describe as annoyed.

           Marta glanced behind them, at the scars of the trees’ little adventure, and whispered to Kylin, “Can you imagine if that didn’t work?”

           He shook his head, not really wanting to imagine it.

           “Rei would’ve had a fit,” Marta concluded.

           He was about to respond to her when he heard Ivelios mutter under his breath, “Oh, screw my life.”  In a louder voice, Ivelios told the Ranger team, “Go back to base and rest. I’ll inform the nymph clan that the trees were returned.”  He shook his head.  “Gonna have to investigate this too.”  He handed Kylin back the dog whistle and headed in the direction of the clan.

           Kylin glanced back at the trees before heading back.  Just as it was eerie then when they were moving, it was just as eerie looking at them being completely still.

#between the veil and crown #rough draft #kylin

[sieza]

Villa in Mallorca. Thoughts?

Elegant lines, captivating views - A blend of modern aesthetics and Mallorcan authenticity, designed by @math.arqviz.

#spanisharchitecture #cliffhouse #waterfront #waterfronthomes #waterfrontliving #architecture #interiordesign #architects_need

#resort

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White building by Hossein Yadollahpour @hossein_yadollahpour. Read more: Link in bio! Hossein Yadollahpour: The idea of the project when came up with I came across Þrídrangar lighthouse photos on the internet and I was immediately impressed by its pristine area. the violent waves that I wanted to have in my work and this were the hardest and most challenging part of my work. On the other hand, I wanted to create a place to have fun and tried to design a small house by myself which can have everything at my fingertips… #pool #iceland #cliffhouse #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Iceland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgdaFu2riT8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#pool #iceland #cliffhouse #архитектура #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house #amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography #معماری

[designmiss]

Cliff House by Modscape Concept https://www.design-miss.com/cliff-house-by-modscape-concept/ #CliffHouse è l’ultimo #progetto disegnato da #Modscape, una #casa #modulare di 5 piani aggrappata ad una #scogliera. Il #progetto è nato dall’esigenza di nuovi #clienti che vogliono #costruire #abitazioni sui #terreni costieri Australiani

#Australia #casa #cliff house #focus #house #Modscape #scogliera

[sutrala]

Dream Cliff House 💚 ◾Follow @idreamhouse To See More By @_prspctivs ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ #mountainhome #midjourney #modernarchitecture #villa #haus #cliffhouse #midjourney #midjourneyai #architecture #luxuryvilla #architecturelover...

[ninartz]

The #sweet #taste of #freedom #oiloncanvas #18x24 #available at #mystudio @hunterspointshipyardartists #art #artwork #arts #artsy #artbynina #landscape #landscapeart #landscapepainting #seascape @cliffhouse @oceanbeach.sf @oceanbasedclimatesolutions @oceanbeachcalifornia https://www.instagram.com/p/CoGH8Y5JhiV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sweet #taste #freedom #oiloncanvas #18x24 #available #mystudio #art #artwork #arts #artsy #artbynina #landscape #landscapeart #landscapepainting #seascape

[thegreenvoyage]