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The Celestial Archon

Chapter Two: The Moonlight Phenomenon

Genshin Impact x F! Reader

Warnings: major Genshin Impact Spoilers! Possible grammar errors.

Tag list: To Be Added. (sorry it needed to be published!)

With the return of a mysterious archon, celebrations began! The night was filled with laughter, food, and memories being made. One person was amiss during the celebration, Mona still found herself unsettled and unable to be as excited as the others. An eerie feeling of unrest and anxiety has settled over our esteemed astrologist as our beloved heroes celebrate.

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“I’ve finally found you,” Mona’s intense astrology session was interrupted by a cheery high pitched voice.

“Hello, Seraphim.” Mona turned to greet the beautiful woman.

She nearly gasped as the woman walked in, her hair now styled and her eyes shining brighter than before, the mysterious tattoos seemed to have faded and though she was still striking she looked far more human than before. The Celestial Archon merely smiled at the woman’s surprise and stepped towards her, hand out.

“We should talk, my child. Fate had brought us together, an astrologist with a water vision instead of a celestial vision is strange enough.” The woman was calm but not cold as Mona took her hand.

Mona was warm as the gentle archon interlocked their fingers and led her to the corner of the room, sinking down into a comfy chair and pointing at the one next to her. Disappointment creeped up in the astrologist as her idol released her hand. It was quickly replaced with embarrassment and a soft flush across her cheeks. Mona was wholeheartedly captured by the mystery goddess.

“I’m sure you’re aware,” The bright eyes goddess sighed, “That my arrival in Teyvat has stirred up some trouble.”

Mona frowned slightly, “There was already trouble, your sudden appearance is not the cause of it.”

“That’s good, but I still feel that my presence is going to stir the pot a bit. I am connected to all the stars and spaces of this world, I can feel and see things so deeply and I am well aware that there are challenges coming. It’s annoying in some ways.” Her eyes were distant again.

Words were lost on Mona for a moment. She couldn’t begin to imagine how stressful it was to feel so deeply, to constantly be overwhelmed by information and one’s connection to the world. Every piece of text written about the Celestial Archon was very vague. Information on the god of stars was hard to find and many details had been lost, yet one thing seemed to stay the same in ever piece of information Mona had consumed.

Even when the world was teeming with elemental energy and gods were far more common, the goddess of the sky, Seraphim, was an oddity. Before the Archon war, Seraphim was a lone wolf being without many ties. The last god of stars kept to herself and had no desire to interfere with the other’s problems, despite knowing so much of them. It was incredibly lonely and sad.

“You said it’s strange that I have a water vision,” Mona finally spoke.

“Yes,” The archon clicked her tongue, “Had I been around, somebody like you would’ve received a vision from me. However, you did not receive one of my visions and ultimately that should’ve impacted your abilities over astrology but it did not. You are quite the gifted character, aren’t you Miss Mona?”

Mona’s face was tomato red at the words of the beloved celestial archon, “I am honored to be complimented by the goddess of stars.”

“You’re very formal,” The starry eyed goddess laughed.

“Excuse me,” the two were interrupted by none other than the acting grandmaster, “I would like a word with the Lady of the Stars.”

Mona was hesitant, not wanting her idol to slip away but nodded and escorted the woman to the door. She was a bit dissatisfied with the conversation they’d had, wanting to know more and more of her long awaited god. The woman turned back to Mona, eyes twinkling, and embraced her. The normally level headed and somewhat haughty astrologist stiffened in shock but returned the warm hug. A sigh escaped Mona’s mouth, but she didn’t mind. The goddess was warm and something about her affection put Mona at peace.

“I am so lucky that somebody as beautiful and gifted as you awaited my return, Mona Megistus. Until we meet again, my darling.” The woman’s grasp around Mona tightened as she whispered in her ear.

The water mage watched as the strange goddess gracefully glided away with Jean. She was ethereal with the moonlight filtering in from tall windows, her skin illuminated as she hung on to every word Jean said. Even the confident and ever busy acting grandmaster found butterflies swarming her abdomen at the sight of the goddess. Jean felt as if she could be swept away by the young woman.

A part of Jean felt guilty for several reasons. As acting grand master, it was her duty to know about the citizens of Mond, it was her duty to work without personal emotions interfering, and her duty to oversee the safety of all the wind borne citizens. The Celestial Archon was challenging all of these duties. It was only natural for an astrologist to be obsessed with a god of stars, and Jean had interrupted the conversation. The Dandelion Knight couldn’t help but feel an innocent sort of crush on the goddess, she was kind and beautiful and she really seemed to want to get to know everyone. Ultimately, Jean was also aware of the danger a new archon posed.

Even so, the beautiful knight couldn’t help but want to push all those thoughts aside and capture the attention of the goddess for hours. She shook off that thought, attempting to focus on her duty as Mondstat’s respected Grand Master. Jean explained the general politics of the city of freedom and the individual jobs of the knights of favonious. She even went as far as to explain the adventurer’s guild and the recent trouble with Storm Terror. The Celestial Archon hung on to every word, nodding and asking occasional questions.

Jean took the time to explain the place they were in, a place between Mondstat and Liyue, and the teleport points that marked both countries. She was diligent and had already prepared some documents for the 8th Archon, maps and other things needed in the world. Jean had even communicated with others to ensure each safe place for the archon was marked. The allied domain was the middle ground, but Mondstat welcomed the new Archon with a living place and much to do. Liyue had also prepared a small home in the city for her.

The archon stared in wonder at the map. The knights of Favonious had prepared a room for her in their own head quarters, even the esteemed Tycoon had set aside a room. Wangshuu Inn welcomed her and Liyue Harbor gave her quarters close to Rex Lapis. Small notes were written for her, both Xiao and Diluc noted the stars were best seen from where they were while the traveler and Paimon had starred their favorite places to eat.

“Ah, Master Jean.” The Goddess spoke slowly, bowing.

“Please, Seraphim, there’s no reason to be so formal!” Jean’s voice rose nervously, “You are an archon after all.”

“Yes, that’s true. You do not serve me though, please refer to me as my chosen name. Formalities aren’t my taste much.” The Archon remarked bashfully.

Jean nodded, rose dusting her cheeks.

“I,” The Archon sighed, “Really need an open space so I can, uh, deal with my weapon situation.”

“Oh, oh!” Realization hit Jean.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Jean babbled nervously, “Here let us go out to the cliffs, it should be okay, right?”

“Mhm,” The goddess followed the knight to the exit.

Aether and Paimon were also by the exit, turning at the sound of approaching foot steps. Aether grinned and waved at the Celestial Archon, she waved back and beamed. Paimon immediately took off, throwing herself into the Archons arms as the woman giggled. Jean’s face was priceless, attempting to process how this small otherworldly creature could just tackle and archon without shame.

Aether and his companion followed the two women, curious about the weapon another archon would wield. The group made their way to the edge of the cliff, the stars seeming extra bright and the moon full. The goddess lowered herself, feet on the lush grass and put her hand forth, palm out. Swiftly, she struck the air in front of her with her pointer finger, an unfamiliar constellation connecting at each point.

“Return to your master, Destroyer of Divinity.” Her words were clear and calm.

The constellation burst into a ray of white light, Aether covered his eyes as Paimon whined. Darkness fell again and he opened his eyes, gasping at the sight in front of him. The goddess held a long weapon close to her body, above her shoulder was a large opalescent curved blade, below the hip on the opposite side, another shimmering curved blade could be seen. No weapon in Teyvat was even similar.

“I-Is is that a scythe?!” Jean sputtered.

“Aha, well yes,” The goddess blushed at their reactions, “Destroyer of Divinity is an unusual weapon, meant to slice through dimensional and spatial barriers. I didn’t mean to shock you.”

Aether stood, mouth agape, “Even its name is terrifying! What the hell?”

“Ahahaha,” the archon continued to laugh nervously, “Well, its existence is basically to bring judgement from the heavens upon those deserving so yeah it’s a bit intimidating.”

Aether nearly screamed. How could she say something so casually?

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The traveler was feeling a bit nervous, as anybody would if an Archon decided to tag along for their daily commissions. Paimon and the Celestial Archon chattered away as Aether spoke to the Katheryne in Liyue. It did not help that the three had left before the others awoke and the Celestial Archon had left a note declaring it as a “friendly date.”

The last thing Aether wanted was to piss off literally any of the adepti, the Geo Archon himself, and even Jean who had taken a very noticeable interest in the goddess. A cloud seemed to look over the blonde but Paimon didn’t notice. The eighth Archon gave the teenager a sympathetic smile and put her hand on his shoulder, attempting to ease his nerves. Only one thing could make the situation worse, and unfortunately that particular thing was heading straight towards Aether.

“Let’s run,” Aether grabbed the startled archon’s wrist and dragged her to the teleport point nearby, ignoring the calls of a certain troublesome individual.

The archon chuckled, “I didn’t know daily commissions would be so exciting!”

Aether smiled sheepishly and let go of her wrist, trying to focus on which commission to start with. He was distracted by a sudden commotion, people yelled out as a hooded figure darted past the trio. Liyue Harbor’s guards thundered after the thief, knocking the poor panicked goddess off her feet.

The eight archon shut her eyes and prepared for the impact of the fall, but was yanked back by a pair of strong arms.

“Hey, girlie. Hold still.” A charming voice said.

The goddess watched as the lanky ginger haired man moved forward and shot an arrow, narrowly missing all the guard and hitting the suspicious character in the back. Aether’s eyes were filled with shock and panic at the sight of the man. Immediately, the goddess side stepped away from her hero, on high alert.

“Now,” He turned to her beaming, “What exactly is such a beautiful young lady doing with this kiddo?”

Her starry eyes met his azure eyes, “I’m just a new adventurer from Mondstat, learning the ropes from the best.”

“Hmm?” His gaze was questioning, “Well then, I’m Childe. Number 11 of the Fatui Harbingers. We should definitely get to know each other.”

The goddess moved to Aether in a quick swift movement. Suddenly, she wanted very much to escape Liyue Harbor. The Fatui were trouble, the goddess was new to the era but even she knew that they were dangerous. It was one of the first matters addressed at her arrival. She no longer knew the Cryo Archon, and this Tsarita sounded troubling.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” an annoyed voice chimed in, averting the red head’s attention.

A shorter man with a large hat and ominous aura stood behind the tall harbinger. Aether tensed up and the goddess wrapped her arm around his shoulder. Slowly, the trio made their escape at the expense of Childe. The older harbinger was chewing the younger man out for flirting and wasting time, both harbingers bickered as the traveler and his companions fled.

“You shouldn’t be wasting time on trying to get laid you, fool.” Scaramouche scowled, still ripping into his subordinate. “Especially not that woman, even from a mile away I can tell she’s trouble. You’re a harbinger not a host, get your shit together, Tartaglia.”

Childe smirked, looking down on his superior, “So you noticed her, too. I wonder what someone like that is doing with my favorite traveler.”

“We should alert the Tsarita of that girl,” Scaramouche mumbled, avoiding the earlier comment.

“I actually agree,” Childe’s eyes narrowed, “I was hoping to see for myself what she is, but that kid stopped me of course. There’s something strange about her but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe I can charm it out of her?”

Scaramouche slapped his comrades back, “Let’s go you useless fucking playboy.”

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Wangshuu Inn looked beautiful and the aroma of food was far too enticing. Aether sighed as he watched his small, chubby companion chase after the eighth archon. The woman was supposed to be divine, yet in some ways he reminded her of a puppy or a kitten. She was somewhat moody with her affections and spacey like a kitten may be, and still somehow clingy and energetic like a puppy.

Luckily for the two, Aether had a commission from Verr Goldet. The blonde tried to maintain composure as he saw a familiar dark haired yaksha speaking with the Inn Keeper, not wanting to admit he’d accidentally led the Fatui straight to the Archon. The traveler watched in fascination and amusement as Verr’s face twisted from composed to horrified when Xiao was knocked over by the goddess. The conqueror of demons merely grunted and stood back up, clutching the ethereal woman to his chest.

Xiao’s eyes were cold as they met Aether’s, clearly annoyed with the boy, but his expression softened at the yawning goddess in his arms. Once again, the traveler was overcome with curiosity at her behavior. Only moments ago the woman was bubbly and hyper, now her eyes were fluttering and she was snuggling up to one of the most dangerous beings in Teyvat. Without a word, the tattooed man spun around and carried the goddess upstairs.

“I’m here for your com-“ Aether began.

“Who was that?!” Verr Goldet burst out, “I’ve never seen Adeptus Xiao so damn agreeable. What just happened? Is this a dream?”

Paimon giggled, “He loooooves her! That person is the one we told you about before! Even Xiao can’t be in a bad mood around her, it’s amazing!”

“Oh,” Verr blushed at Paimon’s words, “She’s that person? No wonder he’s been so restless.”

“Wait, restless?” Aether questioned.

Verr Sighed and beckoned the two to a guest free area. The two followed her into a small back room, exchanging glances. The boss lady pulled out an old book and brushed the dust away. Aether and Paimon peered down at the book, puzzled by its appearance. It was a dark leather with carvings of the moon and clouds on the front.

Carefully, Verr flipped the book open and turned it to the two. Paimon shot up, shrieking. The book looked like a book you’d find in a library but was strange. Instead of ongoing text, the pages had scraps and pieces stuck on the pages with various notes scribbled around. Verr turned to the first page, placing her middle finger at the beginning text and giving Aether and expectant look. The traveler leaned down and began to read the text.

“The moonlight phenomenon: Legend of Liyue.

It is said that there was once a ruler of the stars, one who ruled over the sky as the Gods rule over our land. When tides of war overcame Liyue, Rex Lapis sought out the monarch of the sky to form a contract.

Seraphim granted Rex Lapis the moonlight phenomenon. Liyue’s skies were never to dim even on the darkest of nights, the moon and stars would remain as guides for Liyue always. It is said that this contract assisted in bringing the evil gods to their doom, the sky illuminating the way to victory for Liyue and all of Teyvat.”

Verr flipped the page as Aether exhaled trying to wrap his mind around the strange passage.

“The Contract: Seraphim and Rex Lapis.

The circumstances of the moonlight phenomenon still remain unknown. It is an ancient mystery that many still attempt to solve, what exactly did the Geo Archon barter for his people?

Nobody knows, still. However, the most common theories are that the contract has not been fulfilled or that there was no contract to begin with. Many believe that Rex Lapis and Seraphim were secret lovers, and this was Seraphim’s gift to her beloved. Others hypothesize that Seraphim’s wish was never fulfilled, as her death sealed the victory for The Seven Archons.”

Aether shuddered. People in Liyue believe that The Celestial Archon died in the Archon war? Verr flipped to a page in the middle of the book.

“Liyue’s Priestess Seraphim

It is said that a woman with eyes vast like the galaxy beyond and mysterious astrological powers once enchanted all of Liyue.

Seraphim, the last Celestial wielder was Liyue’s last hope. Though she is not honored as an archon, she is known vaguely as a priestess. The woman who captured the attention of the archon’s themselves and was adored by the Adepti. Few remain, but Liyue’s legends claim that the priestess of the stars was the lover of Rex Lapis, the lover of the Vigilant Yaksha, or the lover another adepti.

Even fewer discuss the devastation that occurred when she fell from grace. Her death was the catalyst of the only known battle between Liyue’s very own Archon, The Anemo Archon and his people, and the Adepti. A lesser known battle that almost forced both Mondstat and Liyue into Civil Wars.

When the dust settled, all that stood was the full moon. Many Adepti still honor the priestess under the moonlight by fighting evil spirits and demons.”

Aether’s eyes widened at Verr. She solemnly shook her head as the traveler’s face fell. Xiao, Ganyu, Zhongli, Venti, all of them suffered so terribly. It was confusing to the boy that every text described the Celestial Archon as deceased. His head began to hurt from the information. Verr sighed and led him back out.

“Once you finish commissions, why don’t you two stay here? I’ll prepare a room for you,” The boss was sympathetic.

Aether grimaced but nodded, leading Paimon out to finish their duties.

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Somewhere in the shadows of Wangshuu Inn crept a Fatui agent, slipping away as the traveler set out. The shadowy figure grinned at the piece of paper in their hand.

“Protected by the traveler and the Adepti. Master Childe will be interested in this,” His eyes were dark as he approached his fellow Fatui agents, “She could be very useful to us, this (Y/N).”

The suspicious shadows began to slink away, overcome with desire to inform their boss of the new information. Only a few feet away, a strange creature ducked down to avoid being seen by the agents, fidgeting.

“The angel is here!” The creature shrieked as the cult like group left it’s sight, “(Y/N) will be ours.”

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Wind

☆ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 : Venti x gn!Reader

☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : near death experience, you’re confused asf about everything, bad writing cause i suck, spoilers for the we will be reunited quest!! And also for venti’s backstory, venti is serious for once (yes it’s a legitimate warning🤚)

☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : Some angst, some fluff? Idk bye🤨

☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : "It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask." (2.8k words)

♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : i’m an idiot simp, i did this in one sitting and half asleep, english isnt my first language BLA BLA IM SORRY FOR MY POOR WRITING BUT HAVE THIS

basically you don’t know if you can trust venti or not, head says no, heart screams yes

Also, I was listening to stormterror’s lair ost while writing it, just because its fucking amazing, you might wanna listen to it too

I’m nervous to post this?/&:! This is the second fic i’ve ever finished in my whole life

i love venti and he’s hot in his god outfit i don’t make the rules

KAY ENJOY <3

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"Please, anybody... Just help me."

Saying you were exhausted would have been an understatement. After reuniting with your sibling, you had been frantically searching for clues about khaenri'ah and ways to Inazuma. With no luck, you couldn't find any traces of Dainsleif or of your twin. The ruins had been sealed and you had no idea what happened to the inverted statue or the corpse you had found there. Desperately, you clung into every little information you had, you would have turned every rock on this archon damned continent if you had to, which is what led you into those ruins near Guilli plains.

Walking along the destroyed buildings your eyes caught sight of a dandelion and you froze. You missed them so much, why couldn't they go back home with you? All you ever wanted was to be by their side why, why were they running away from you?

You remembered your travels, the moments you shared together, their protectiveness over you, the fondness in their eyes when you smiled at them. You remember the times you got hurt and healed one another with your now missing powers. You remember sleeping by their side and being grateful to the universe to let you keep your ray of sunshine everywhere with you. How ironic.

What had they meant 'once you reach the end of your journey' ? What does that even mean? Stupid twin, if they knew you were here the whole time, why hadn't they come to you? Why were they always leaving just when they were within your grasp? Why? Did they know how much you missed them and how much your heart broke when you finally saw them? Did they?

You only realized you were crying when a small gust of wind had your wet cheek react to the cold, breaking your train of thought. Wind.

The wind is everywhere, you think, free as a bird, always accompanying every citizen of this world, never truly alone. With this in mind, you resumed your exploring, slower this time.

A sigh escaped your mouth. You didn't want to admit it, but the wind did comfort you a little. Almost as if he was here. God of freedom and of the breeze, he was more a singer than a protector and you couldn't bear to think about him. Was it true? What Dain said... Did he destroy this nation? Was he the cause of the scenery that still haunted your nightmares up until 500 years later? Your brain simply couldn't accept that Venti, your Venti, you catch yourself thinking, could have made such an act of wrath. He was the epitome of freedom, why would he take the very thing he based all of his existence on from mere mortals? Barbatos simply couldn't be afraid of being overpowered, he didn't even care about power. All he wanted was freedom and happiness for his people. Surley this couldn't be right?

But then again, who were you to deny the wipe out of an entire nation? The gods did it. They were afraid that Celestia would be overthrown by the pride of humankind, the destruction of khaenri'ah by divine beings was a fact. There was no misunderstanding about this. That was the one thing you were sure of. So why did you feel like crying even more now?

The mere thought of a gentle soul such as Venti committing innocent people to an eternity of suffering didn't sit right with you. Even when his dearest friend Dvalin had turned against him, he didn't try to stop him, didn't even ask the dragon to save him. He healed and helped him, gave him a choice.

'What is freedom if demanded of you by a god?' was the same person that asked this question the same one who committed mass murder? Genocide?

Did the little wine-lover bard you had grown fond of destroy all hopes and light your kin had?

You remember that night when he freed Stanley from his burden, freed his and his friends' spirits. You had marveled at his action, in that instant he was a god, and he definitely hadn't struck you as a murderer. You remember that look of silent pain and grief in his eyes when he sang the tales of the nameless bard he had taken the appearance of. You knew he trusted you enough to share his story, something so personal, you could almost feel the war that took down the tyrant of Mond. Oh how much you cherished that evening, treating him to some well deserved dandelion wine afterwards, his favorite, and asking him to sing you more about the time where was nothing but the spirit of a breeze.

Your heart broke a little, remembering his rosy cheeks and drunk smile, you wish you could talk to him, ask him what happened. What did he do, was he really as dangerous as you had been told? If so, then why did you feel so good around him? Why did you feel like you could give hi-

You stopped walking upon seeing a ruin guard up ahead in the distance. You're so stupid, you think. Feeling this way is not gonna get you anywhere, especially with how the bard had been missing for a few weeks now. Ever since you had last seen your sibling.

Where was he, where was he wandering off to? You walk towards the disabled ruin guard, not really paying any mind to it, still thinking about the god you longed to meet with. If you could see him, what would you even say? Would he even answer your questions? Why did your stomach feel so light and funny when you thought about seeing him, why aren't you angrier?

You're almost at the killing machine's level now, so lost in your thought you don't notice the five other similar robots hidden behind a wall next to it. You notice them only when it's too late and you've already turned them on while thinking about examining them and collecting their serial numbers. When you hear the familiar tick of the mechanism turning on, you internally panic and think about running away only to calm down moments later and think to yourself that you can simply beat it and take what you came here for. Even if you are emotionally and physically tired, you can manage, you think.

That was before hearing five other consecutive ticks right after it, and all around you.

Turning around, your gaze falls upon the small army of field tillers. Fuck.

Paimon wasn't with you today, you had asked for some time alone which she hesitantly accepted, so you couldn't ask her to go fetch help. You would have been worried if you had all your capacities but with the state you were in, you were wondering how you were going to survive this fight. You were alone, none of your companions with you, and deeply weakened by the busy day you had and the few hours of sleep you had managed to steal away from the night. Was it today you would meet your doom, with all your questions and uncertainties unanswered?

You tried your best to fight with the strength you had left, but quickly grew desperate after what felt like hours of efforts to swing your blade and being able to only take one monster down out of the six. It didn't help that you got injured along the way, their blows becoming harder and harder to dodge. After being thrown on the grown for the third time, you understood you had at least two broken ribs and that your shaking legs would soon fail you as well.

Fear crept upon you, you would die here today, alone. Alone. You couldn't talk to your sibling after all, couldn't understand. You didn't even get to talk to him one last time. Him... You would die without the knowledge of the truth about your bard. You would die alone. You didn't want that, you couldn't look death straight in the eye.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

In Mondstadt, there was a musician, a weird singer everyone had heard about at least once. He lived off of his songs and was mostly known for having a great story-telling and being an alcoholic.

The number of people who knew the true nature of his identity were few and he was perfectly content with that. He didn't wish to be a god anymore, his gnosis had been taken away anyway and it's not like he had any power over the city of wind nowadays. Even if his people still worshipped him as Barbatos, it didn't sit right with him to be called a god anymore. It actually never did, he thinks to himself with a smile, he never really took any responsibilities that came with the divine title which is why he was so weak today. But it didn't matter to him, his smile turns into a soft giggle.

Sitting on a mill that was once born from his steps he looks fondly over the city he founded. Even if they were godless, the citizens were still thriving and free. He cared oh so very deeply about the place even if he rarely, if not never, showed the affection within his heart. He remembers the day he grew strong enough to dispel the storms over his actual Mondstadt, and made the weather gentle enough so that there was no need for fireplaces. Nowadays, he loves watching birds nest into the chimney tops and seeing them found their own home. It gave him a sense of belonging like no other, not above his people, but walking among them and watching them nest into this cocoon he created. He was proud of what happened to his land and would do it all over again if he had to.

Especially since it led to him meeting you. This thought doesn't catch him off guard, you often roamed around in his mind after all, and it's not like he didn't write at least three songs about you and your feat, your smile, your courage...

Ah there he goes again, rambling about you in a whisper. He turns around to the statue of him his people erected in his honor, chuckling at how they never made the connection with his signature braids. His, but not really his, since he had stolen this form from someone who was much more deserving of this power than him. Seeing his friend being honored with the statues of the seven around the land made him happy, he hoped that it was a good enough thank you gift in return for everything that the bard whom he couldn't even remember the name of anymore did for him.

Upon gazing at the statue, he remembered telling you of his long gone friend. It was the first time he had talked about him to someone else, he didn't even mention it to Venessa, she who made him believe in himself again. He could ask himself why, but he simply knew that you had something different, more than meets the eye. Perhaps it was because you weren't from Teyvat, or perhaps it was just you being as simple as your natural self but he was simply and utterly captivated by your being. You inspired him to no end, at first he thought it was because he had never met someone like you and he loved new things! But as time grew and he got to know you, he understood quickly the meaning and depth of his passions. He thought of it with a light chuckle, content with your presence alone. He really did need and want you around.

So why did he purposely avoid you like the plague?

The wind had brought to his ears that you had met with Dainsleif.

And your twin.

His first reaction was to search for you, talk to you, he wanted to be here to know what happened! You had searched so long, he couldn't contain himself, still listening to what the wind told him, he started running with excitement but... But wait, Dainsleif was... He told you what?

Oh.

So you heard about Khaenri'ah. He had stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, only sending a warm current of wind your way, hugging you from afar.

He wasn't ready to talk about this yet, not ready to face you and absolutely not ready to answer your questions. He was a coward, he thought, running away like that but what else could he do, really. It was only natural for him to be as uncatchable as air.

A sorry excuse to avoid the fact that even if his past had marvelous story like the one of the nameless bard, it also had its share of darkness, something he wasn't ready to dive back into. Especially not now when your arrival has been shaking this world up like it hasn't been since at least 500 years.

But oh, how he longed to see your face or to hear your voice. So he asked a breeze to report to him what you were up to, and where you were. Just in case! he tells himself, what if you needed help ehe? But he knows you're competent and you won't need the help of a weakling coward like him anytime soon. Or so he thought.

Because when the breeze only gives him a few words back, his blood runs cold.

"Please, anybody... Just help me."

As you murmured these words in your desperate state, not really for anyone but yourself as a last resort, a prayer of some sort, you tried to stand by leaning yourself on your sword and failing miserably. You didn't dare look up as you heard the loud footsteps of the metal giants coming your way. It was over, and you barely managed to accept it.

As you rested your forehead against the cold handle of your sword, you closed your eyes, tears starting to make their ways out of your closed eyelids. All you could feel was remorse.

A soft breeze moved your hair slightly and your chest felt like a black hole had taken place where your heart used to be, regretting to not have been able to meet him under the tree at Windrise one last time.

The breeze quickly grew stronger, until it felt unnatural and you looked up from the ground, only to close your eyes again immediately when you realized the wind was too powerful for you to keep them open. If you had struggled to see though, you would have been blinded by the white light that soon illuminated the whole ruins. You didn't have enough time to register the situation when you felt a hand being laid atop your shoulder, snaking around your collarbones and pulling you back into... nothing? Another arm circled your weak form and a voice you immediately recognized said

"I've dealt with things worse than you, now crumble."

You realized that if you couldn't feel a chest behind you while still being embraced by his arms, it was because he was floating above you, and not standing behind you. A look in his direction confirmed your suspicions but what stunned you wasn't the fact that he was flying, but the attire he wore. Barely covering his body, a white set made of materials that seemed like clouds and liquid gold contrasted perfectly with his regular green clothes. His hair was glowing green and his eyes that were focused on the ruin guards up ahead had a marvelous shine that you had never seen before. He had that same aura he did the night he freed Stanley, but there was also something different about the way his hands gripped you a little too tightly or the way his voice sounded.

"Venti.." You muttered his name, relief and affection flooding you all at once, in his presence you felt as if nothing bad could happen to you. How foolish could you be, just a few hours ago you were speculating wether or not he had wiped out an entire civilisation and now here you were, being saved by him and feeling safer than you had in months.

"Close your eyes, I don't want give you a headache" he said, slowly floating legs first towards the ground. His unusually serious voice surprised you (and him) but you did as he told you. Letting go of your sword and leaning back into him, you let him deal with the monsters ahead of you.

"It's okay, it's over now" he kneeled to be at your level, his arms still wrapped around you, and you didn't have the energy to fight your urge of nuzzling into him. "I'll always be here for you, wherever there is wind, remember I'm here too. You only need to ask."

Being protected by a god really didn't feel that bad. Especially when you were in love with said god.

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Thank you so much for reading whatever this is until the end :’)

Don’t hesitate to comment or reblog, tysm <3

Ps: venti loves u and so do i do pls take care of urself mwah

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact scenario #venti x reader #venti x traveler #venti x lumine #venti x aether #el writes♡

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henrikanderssonart · 3 years

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Havmanden, The Merman 2021

Online work for GIBCA

57°46'18.0"N, 11°40'29.0"E are the longitude- and latitude coordinates of the wreck of the Danish frigate Havmanden. In Kjällöfjord, slightly north of Björkö, in the northern Gothenburg archipelago, is the uninhabited island Risö, on which I am standing facing north-northwest. On the horizon, I can see Carlstens fortress in Marstrand, with its characteristic shape of a cylinder on a block. Boats pass through the waterway in a north-south direction. I cannot remember how many times I have sailed this route along the coast heading north. Not once have I reflected upon what lies hidden here, at the bottom of the sea. I lower my gaze from the horizon and face the islet situated half a cable length from the peninsula where I am standing. Between me and the islet, somewhere on the ocean floor, is where it lies: The Danish West India Company’s ship Havmanden that ran aground in 1683.

I prepare myself to dive. From the navigational chart, I conclude that it is about 5-10 meters to the bottom. A depth I should manage to free dive, i.e. to dive without air from tubes. From the smooth Bohuslän rock, I slip into the water and put on my fins, I spit into the swim mask, gently rubbing and rinsing it with salt water to avoid misting on the glass. I wind the film forward in my Nikonos underwater camera, lift my feet from the bottom, and allow myself to float into the strait between the islands. The wetsuit provides me with buoyancy, despite my lead weight belt. I follow the cliff’s extension towards deeper waters. Tufts of seaweed and algae sway in the waves. Sunlight is refracted into rays upon meeting the water and here, close by the surface, the colours of the plants are clearly reflected. I stay close to the surface and swim farther away from land. The bottom disappears into a cloudy haze in tune with sloping downwards, and soon enough I see nothing more than a cyano-coloured soup of organic material and sediment dissolved in the water. The sea of Kattegatt now completely encloses me. I breathe through the snorkel and decide to dive. I take a few deep breaths and finally hold it. I turn in a forward somersault until I am upside down vertically in the water. In a swim stroke, I grab hold of the water and pull myself down. I can feel my feet in the air above the water surface, but soon enough they are also submerged. My journey down is reduced by the buoyancy of my body and wetsuit and I kick with my legs to continue. Soon enough, I have become neutrally buoyant, my density is equal to that of the water, I am neither sinking nor rising. One last kick with my legs and I can feel that I am now sinking by myself. The pressure of the water has compressed the oxygen in my body so that I am negatively buoyant. I continue down but I can still not see the bottom.

The story of Havmanden is multifaceted and complex, with resonance in this day and age. It needs to be told in the entirety of events that resulted in the Danish frigate ending up at the bottom of the sea outside of Gothenburg. My dive is an attempt to evoke an image and a position from an underwater environment, from which a historical horizon can emerge.

During the 17th century, Denmark, as well as Sweden, attempted to advance their positions in the evolving colonial era. At the core was the so-called triangular trade, where plantations in America produced raw materials for Europe. The production was based on slave labour carried out by people kidnapped from the African continent. Slave trade and slave labour was exchanged for profit and technological development in Europe.

Denmark and the Danish West India Company had taken control over the Swedish slave fort Carolusborg (Cape Coast Castle) in Ghana and established other forts along the west coast of Africa in order to bring people across the Atlantic to be sold. Sweden was initially unsuccessful with its colonial expansion and Denmark had a hard time establishing and keeping its colony St. Thomas in the West Indies in order. A life with hardship or death awaited the ones that were forced there.

In 1682, a new Governor, Jörgen Iversen, was appointed to oversee St. Thomas and take control over the activities on the island. In the autumn of the same year, the Danish West India Company, with the support of King Christian V of Denmark, equips the ship Havmanden. The aim of the journey was to transport Danish convicts to St. Thomas and then continue sailing to the west coast of Africa to acquire slaves. Thereafter they were to return to the West Indies with the slaves and then redirect back towards Denmark. Onboard the outward journey was material to build institutions on the island, as well as the 120 convicts that were to be forced to work in the Caribbean. Twenty of them were women convicted of prostitution. It is this captive workforce who, for some months, will come to rattle the hierarchies in the Danish trans-Atlantic trade. On January 20 when the ship is in the English Channel, the prisoners, together with the sailors, make a mutiny. The Governor, the Captain, and five other officials are arrested and killed by being thrown into the sea. When the mutineers seize the ship, they sail to the Azores and release the prisoners. The remaining mutineers plan to sail to Ireland to sell the ship, but conflicts amongst them result in some of the mutineers taking the chance to save their own skin and sail back home to Copenhagen. At the end of March, when the ship enters the Kattegatt, they are struck by a westerly storm and the ship is pushed towards the Swedish coast. The ship manages to pass through the tight passage between the islands Hälso-Källö-Hyppeln to then drop ship anchor in an emergency before running aground at Risö.

The alderman at Marstrand has the five mutineers arrested and taken back to Copenhagen. There they are executed by being tortured and beheaded.

During this time, mutiny was not unusual. However, the mutiny on Havmanden is well-documented and can be read according to the organization of means of production as well as the brutality that Europe’s elite based their prosperity upon. In his thesis, Mutiny in the Danish Atlantic World, Johan Heinsen makes note that there existed a dissonance within the European colonial project, and this was manifested in a conflict such as the mutiny on Havmanden. There are three established ways to understand and analyze mutiny. Firstly, mutiny can be understood from a sort of neurosensory perspective, where the lack of food, water, and heat results in a reaction, a kind of auto impulse, to accommodate basic needs. Secondly,

seafaring per se is an extremely ritualistic place that follows the narrative of a theatrical act of sorts. If the narrative changes, the crew can there and then, consider themselves entitled to seize control of the ship. Thirdly, as a more materialistic reading, mutiny can be based upon a conflict between those who own and rule and those whose labour is being exploited. In this case, the mutiny is justified as the ship should belong to those whose labour the voyage is based upon. All three ways to gain an understanding of mutiny can be applied to Havmanden.

Heinsen also introduces dissonance as a fourth reading of the mutiny, where a conflict arises between the speaker and the hearer. Shipping environments are places governed by sound, as visibility in open seas is filled with emptiness. When Governor Iversen attempts to calm the crew with speech, the subordinates hear something else. They know that within one year on St. Thomas they will most likely die from hard labour, starvation, and illnesses. Whatever the Governor says, this is what they hear.

The sea and underwater environment is in itself a place where cognitive dissonance becomes visible. Places that have nothing to do with each other are tied together through the expansiveness of sea, and within this translocation, profits arise, although they are values created at the expense of another. The sea is also a dangerous place where people cannot live. It is a site for the imagination and dreams, but also death.

The so-called discovery of the New World appears to also have led to some unconscious psychological convulsions in the explorers, whose symptoms are represented in works such as Atlantica (1677) by Olof Rudebeck the Elder. In his text, which is a work of propaganda on the Swedish Empire, Rudebeck explains the origin of Sweden through the myth of Atlantis. Rudebeck sets out to prove that all the world’s knowledge originates in the utopia Plato refers to as Atlantis which would be identical with Sweden. His historical works were dismissed by his contemporaries from the outset as being far too imaginative, but Rudebeck’s preoccupation with historical chronology can be read through the discovery of a New World. After Columbus disembarks in the New World, in one instance Europe becomes the Old World.

A work such as Atlantica can be understood as a symptom of a dynamic that arises between new and old territories, giving rise to speculation about who is entitled to the New World.

The camera in my hand is based on the underwater camera that photographer and adventurer Jacques -Yves Costeau developed when he popularised and medialised the underwater environment in the 50s and 60s. With his research vessel Calypso, he undertook several journeys and created films that became commercial successes, such as Le Monde du Silence (The Silent World) from 1956. In the film, we follow the work aboard Calypso, which is not only a moving diving platform on an undefined sea but also a floating photo lab for still and moving photography. In one passage, Costeau describes the overall intention with the mission, whilst also studying the graph from an echo sounder which, through electroacoustics, maps the depth of the ocean below the vessel. Costeau explains that an echo often appears, as though there is something very large thousands of metres down that has yet to be explained.

Costeau arranges for cameras to be lowered down into the dark to photograph whatever may be down there, and despite the film being developed on-board, he finds no answers. The void appears to be the driving force.

In another scene, the crew is engaged in following a group of whales. Unfortunately enough, Calypso accidentally collides with a whale calf, which is seriously injured. The crew, who feel obliged to kill the injured animal, bring out with ill-concealed delight, the harpoon cannon and kill the calf. What follows is a particularly strange scene, which swiftly tells us something about the unconsciousness of the crew. A group of sharks is attracted to the dead whale and begins to eat at the dead body. Initially, the crew becomes interested in studying the sharks, but suddenly their curiosity turns into fury. In a rage, they go after the sharks that are quite close to the surface, and with hooks, axes, and sledgehammers kill shark after shark. I wonder what it is in this specific homosocial environment that brings forth such affective actions? The sea, the emptiness, the violence - is it the scientists' critical distance and judgment that enables a verdict over the non-human sharks?

Now I sense the bottom. The pressure on my eardrums increases and I have to equalise by pressing air through my nose into my ears. The ocean floor is smooth with some vegetation. Since my time here is restricted to my ability to conserve the oxygen I have in my body, I have decided to photograph straight ahead and indiscriminately. I simply wind up the film and continuously press down the shutter. The camera has been preset, and I now photograph as much as I can.

Then, suddenly, a structure manifests itself. It is two dark lines that criss-cross over the ocean floor. A straight angle is rarely natural. When I come closer I see what it is: two rectangular piles of square stones are sunk into the sand. It can be nothing other than bricks. This is what remains from Havmanden. For 338 years they have rested at the bottom of the sea whilst the shipwreck rotted away.

The bricks filled two functions on Havmanden. Firstly, as a ballast to stabilise the ship whilst sailing. Secondly, once the frigate had arrived on St. Thomas, they were intended to become buildings from which the colony was to be ruled and administered. For a few seconds, I hover over the objects and view them through the glass of the mask. The mask and camera provide me with a sort of optical privilege that is based on the distance between myself and the stones, and between me and history. At the same time, I cannot stop but feel a sense of closeness, we share the same enclosing substance, the sea.

The stones hardly have any vegetation on them, which surprises me. I have a hard time determining their colour as the light of longer wavelengths, such as red and yellow, cannot probe this depth which blue-green can. Everything turns a cyan-colour yet I am convinced that these are not red bricks but yellow-brown. It is said they have the same origin as the bricks in the house Charlottenburg in Copenhagen, where The Royal Art Academy can be found.

The oxygen in my body is running out and the carbon dioxide induces an intense longing to breathe. I stop myself from the impulse to touch one of the stones, as they are subject to the Antiquities Act. Instead, I turn towards the surface and the sun that breaches through the waves. I kick with my feet, find some momentum, and in an instance I am back in the summer coastal landscape. Yet before I can breathe I have to blow the water of Kattegatt out of my snorkel and mouth.

A few weeks later, when I have immersed the film into developing chemicals and then allowed it to dry, I have the opportunity to, at a distance, view the event through the negatives on my light table. It turns out that I have not managed to capture a single sharp image of the wreck of Havmanden. It appears that I have either not held the camera still enough or managed to set the sharpness. Somewhat downcast in spirit I put the negatives aside before recalling Captain Cousteau’s expedition to photograph ghost echoes in the depths of the sea and I decide to look through the images one more time, as if perhaps, there might be something there. I seem to have taken some pictures straight out which, when I scan the images, appears to be nothing more than a tone of blue-green. However, I bring up the contrast and I can then see a refraction running vertically across the image. It is sunlight refracted in the water surface and hits what is called backscatter in the water, and therefore it becomes prominent. The last image from the dive is taken at the same time as I turn away from the bottom and swim upwards, it is photographed straight towards the sun from the wreck. The film on the light table is in itself a surface that lets through light and through it another membrane appears. It is the boundary between air and water that, through the forms of the waves, creates a series of lenses that generate light beams. Just as the film mediates between that at which a given moment has taken place, with certain specific requirements, the sea surface appears to create a boundary between different states. This dividing line can be likened to photography’s making of disparities, which appears to elicit both distress and possibilities, ultimately introducing a crisis. I recall one final scene from The Silent World where Cousteau says the imperative sentence “Sometimes a marine biologist must use dynamite on a coral reef”, meaning that in order to scientifically count how many fish there are in a coral reef he must explode dynamite to kill them all – taking photographs is not accurate enough. The explosion in this scene resembles a miniature version of the French nuclear test from the Mururora atoll in the Pacific during the 1960s. Cousteau acknowledges what he is doing as an act of vandalism, but also states that this needs to be done in the name of science. This type of reasoning can be understood through theorist Ariella Azoulay´s text Unlearning decisive moments of Photography, where she links the colonial ideology of the imperial right to take photographs to the imperial right to destroy existing worlds and the right to manufacture a new world.

As it turns out the realm of the underwater is not silent at all, but rather a world of dissonance.

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flying-elliska · 5 years

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Favorite clips of s5 :

Haven’t seen anyone do this so here we go :

Mardi 23:49 31/12 - 3, 2, 1...Entrancing and so much fun to watch. I just loved it so much that they dropped it on NYE and the entire fandom came back to life together in minutes. The clip itself was just thrilling - seeing Elu dance together so happy and free, seeing the whole gang and crew as a big family - and then brutal as this thing happening to Arthur was conveyed in such a clever but shocking way through sound and editing. Just wow. It made me so excited for the season.

Vendredi 20:45 - In the present moment : The housewarming party made me so incredibly happy, too, to see Elu’s little nest of happiness after all they went through, the inner jokes about the kitchen, the art and fairylights, Lucas supporting Eliott and being like ‘mon amour’...and it was so nice to see everyone come together, the last moment of calm before the storm.

Samedi 00:25 - The shock : That clip was very violent but the end of it was just extraordinary in terms of cinematography and sheer emotion. The presence of snow to indicate a muffled world, the sudden change of silence, and Robin’s lost gaze directly into the camera...gave me chills tbh.

Dimanche 15:02 - Something to do : the Graffiti session is probably the clip in the whole season that gave me the most sheer joy out of all of them and came closest to the highs of s3 for me. It was just a perfect balance of fun, heartwarming friendship, and the transformative power of art. I love that they gave Eliott this role. It was amazing.

Jeudi 20:59 - La nuit de... : the Asso Party. I have very mixed feelings about the ending of this clip definitely framing Noée as a love interest. But...the clip in itself is pretty extraordinary in the way it makes you feel Arthur’s drunken confusion being replaced by that incredible feeling of finding community - I’ve been there and it’s like nothing else. It shows the Deaf community as a wonderful, intriguing, beautiful environment, with the signing and the dancing, and the cinematography all blue like underwater immersion...wow. Magical.

Vendredi 13:12 - Bro check : Basile being a real one was one of the most heartwarming moments of the series and it was really like...toxic masculinity who ? I loved that he thought Arthur was gay and didn’t want to repeat the mistakes they did with Lucas, and I loved how emotionally open he was and how keen on making sure Arthur didn’t isolate himself. It’s really this clip that made me love his character.

Lundi 19:02 - Hearing : Deaf people talking about their experiences was so interesting and it felt to me like the first time that Skam really understood the importance of finding a community that go through the same thing as you. Loved the foreshadowing and learning about different issues and Arthur learning how to say goodbye in LSF. It was so real.

Dimanche 14:41 - Wanting nothing : Alexia's talk really gave us insight into her personality like never before, her talk about insecurities and her choice to move past them was so important both to the theme of the season and in general, it made me so emo. Also rainbows everywhere...so soft.

Vendredi 20:31 - Deaf Dating : this was such a rich clip. Funny, interesting, pissed off - like that dude who was apparently just there for the novelty factor - and really warm, as Arthur starts to own his deafness a bit more. I liked learning about Noée’s backstory too and why she is so guarded.

Dimanche 22:21 - Jeanette : Papy Savary is an icon. The bit where you have to hang on and wonder if he is going to say something bigoted but he doesn’t he just has an...old timey way of saying things rings very true to my experiences. I loved Lucas being ready to get angry (the growth!) but Papy talking about his army experiences was just so funny and I just love romantic elder stories

Jeudi 17:30 - You're not alone : I love the nurse and I think this is her most powerful clip. We had some comedy (the astrology lmao) but mostly it was so important to have non-related adults take notice of what was happening and validate Arthur’s experience and help him set himself free ; and loved the return of ‘you’re not alone’ as the series’ core theme

Vendredi 20:17 - Choose for you : Alexia's song was just so beautiful and it was what saved the season from the love triangle for me, allowing her such dignity and strength. I wish I had the guts to stand up for myself in such a creative, public, badass, graceful way and uuuuuhhh i love her. that’s all

Samedi 13:29 - Mom : Carole was one of the really good parts of the season and this clip, although bittersweet, was so liberating, them deciding to move on from that toxic asshole, and Arthur speaking his fears and his mom reassuring him with a ‘you’re like me’...meaning he also might go too far to please people, but he’s got a good heart. soft.

Vendredi 20:37 - Le meilleur des mondes : the end clip was fully cheesy in that breathtaking way that is extremely skam france. I thought the fresque clip was a bit out of nowhere and the handholding was too much...but i can’t help it, I’m just such a sucker for the symbolism. I loved the way Lola’s intro was done, even if it was a bit out of nowhere it was extremely intriguing, and I love that they gave this spot to Eliott. Him making a fresque incorporating space, Arthur’s thing but also this representation of endless potential and the shadow figures that represent the place of all these friends that they are going to step into and make their own...I’m emo. It was so beautiful.

I wanted to keep it to 10 originally but I found that a bit too hard, lmao. I think if I had to pick five, it would be the first one, the graffiti clip, the Asso party, Alexia’s song, and the last one. My least favorite clips would probably the one where they talk about cheating, the one where they show the dead Fifi, and the one with the car crash. Buuut I don’t really feel like expanding on that.

What are yours, and why ? Also just to get the ball rolling let’s tag 5 people in this I’m tagging @lucasthegerman @sublimena @smblmn @plvmour and @eliottdemmaury if you want to of course !

#skam france #skamfr s5 #arthur season

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dawnjeman · 5 years

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Empty-Nester Modern Farmhouse

If you love colorful interiors, this modern farmhouse cottage might not be your first choice, but if you are a big fan of organic, neutral and calming interiors with plenty of custom millwork (think shiplap!!!), this home should make your day!

With architecture and interiors by Edward Deegan Architects, this house is an empty-nester modern farmhouse/cottage with the master suite on the first floor. It was a custom-designed home for the current homeowners and it’s located in Lake Bluff, IL.

I hope you have a good time reading this post and that you can take this weekend to relax and recharge your energy.

PS: I am repost this today because I have a very bad cold, but I will be back with a new house tour very soon!

Interior Design Ideas: Empty-Nester Modern Farmhouse

This farmhouse cottage has everything that everyone is loving these days; black windows, standing seam metal roof and painted brick exterior.

Front Door: Paint color is custom but similar to Sherwin Williams Tricorn Black.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Rocking Chairs: Provided by homeowner – Others:here, here, here, here & here.

Siding

Siding is a combination of painted brick and board & batten. Color is custom.

Front Porch

What a dreamy spot! This actually makes me miss summer even more.

The front porch flooring is Bluestone – similar here & here.

Windows & Doors

Windows/Doors: Quaker Windows.

Lanterns: Pottery Barn.

Foyer

You are welcomed by beautiful interiors – with plenty of shiplap – as soon you open the black front door.

Lighting: Solaria Etoile Chandelier – similar here.

Distressed Rug: here & here – similar

Kitchen

A skylight brings lots of natural light into this modern kitchen and dining area.

Countertop

Counters are Calacatta Quartzite, Honed. “Calacatta Quartzite” is a natural stone from Brazil. This natural quartzite stone resemble the Italian Calacatta marbles in appearance, but they are more durable.

Counterstools: Palecek – similar here, here & here – Other Counterstools: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Sink & Faucet

The kitchen island features a metal strip just below the drawers. I love this detail!

Kitchen Island Sink: Kohler (huge sale!).

Kitchen Island Faucet: Rohl.

Water Filter Faucet: Rohl.

Kitchen Sink (by window): Rohl.

Kitchen Faucet: Rohl.

Microwave Drawer: Sharp.

Cabinet Hardware

Hardware: Waterstreet Brass – very similar: Island Knobs, Island Pulls, Perimeter Knobs, Perimeter Pulls.

Backsplash

Backsplash: Calacatta Quartzite Honed slab – notice the framed detail above the range. This is a relatively easy idea to replicate and there’s no grout to clean!

Kitchen Hood: Stainless Steel and Custom Design – similar here & here.

Appliances: Thermador.

Walls

This home features shiplap walls throughout. Paint color is custom. Notice the walk-in pantry on the right.

Pantry

The pantry features an accent wall with elongated picket tile and deep drawers for easy access. Countertop is quartzite.

Accent Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here, here & here.

Kitchen Lighting

Kitchen Lighting: Laura Lee Designs Lighting – Other Rustic Lighting: here, here, here, here, here & here (chandelier).

Dining Room

An open layout is perfect for any home, especially for an empty-nester.

Dining Table: RH – similar here & here.

Dining Chairs: Palecek – similar here.

Chandelier is custom – similar here & here.

Living Room

The dining area opens to a neutral yet warm living room. Notice the large patio doors leading to the backyard.

The client provided the furniture but I will be doing my best to find similar items so you still can get this look.

Coffee Table: here (similar)- Other Beautiful Coffee Tables: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Sofas: here, here & here.

Chairs: here & here.

Blue & White Pillows: here, here, here & here.

Beautiful Rugs: here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Fireplace

Living room/Fireplace Wall: The cabinets are made to look like a wall with paneling. We have the doors on touch latches so that that we don’t have any hardware. Everything ties in with the beams and trim work.” – Katy E. Hardison.

Fireplace Wall

The inside of the cabinet is clear maple finish.

Fireplace Surround

Fireplace features custom Limestone Surround.

Breezeway

This breezeway connects the house to the garage and features a small mudroom.

Runner: Custom – Similar: Here.

Mudroom

Tucked into a nook, the mudroom bench features a custom chunky Knotty Pine bench and beautiful millwork.

Sconces: Ralph Lauren Archer Wall Lamp – discontinued – Other Industrial Sconces: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Similar Wall Hooks: here.

Layout

This breezeway also leads to the main laundry room.

Floor Tile: Ann Sacks in brick pattern – similar here & here.

Cabinetry

This space features a drop-zone with floating desk flanked by closed cabinets.

Countertop: Frosty Carina Caesarstone.

Similar Wire Baskets: Here (without lid).

Hardware: Top Knobs Pulls & Knobs.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Grey Laundry Room

The main floor laundry room is really pretty. The walls are clad in shiplap and cement tile and the washer and dryer are framed.

Countertop: Frosty Carina Caesarstone.

Cement Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here & here.

Cabinet Paint Color

Paint color is custom but similar to Benjamin Moore Storm.

Utility Sink: Kohler.

Similar Utility Faucet: here.

Cabinet Hardware: Pulls & Knobs.

Powder Room

This powder room is full of great ideas and this has to be the most popular wall-mounted sinks out there!

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Sink: Kohler.

Faucets: Kohler.

Soap Dish: Kohler.

Beautiful Towel Bars: here.

Tiling

Wall Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here.

Floor Tile: Ann Sacks.

Hardwood Flooring

Flooring: 5″ Hardwood Floors Red Oak – medium stained hardwood flooring it is as classic choice.

Beautiful Flush-mount Lighting: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Paint Color

The shiplap paint color is custom but similar to Benjamin Moore Simply White.

Pendants: Visual Comfort – similar here (affordable option).

Sconces: Visual Comfort – similar here (affordable option).

Landing Area

The landing area features a small nook with a beautiful secretary desk.

Beautiful Secretary Desks: here, here, here & here.

Study

This study, also featuring vaulted ceiling and shiplap walls, feels masculine and serene at the same time.

Lighting: Double Le Monde With Leather Chandelier by Solaria Lighting – similar here & here.

Similar Rug: here, here & here.

Similar Desk: here, here & here (distressed).

Cabinetry is custom.

Master Bedroom

Window covering: Scalamandre or solar shades.

Bed: Baker Kara Mann Collection – Others: here, here & here:

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Rug: Serena & Lily – similar here.

Master Bathroom

This gorgeous modern farmhouse-inspired master bathroom features a layout that should be kept in mind. This is practical without compromising on privacy. Also notice the black and white color scheme and the shiplap and beam ceiling.

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Tile: Here.

Vanity Countertop

Countertop: Marble Nero Marquina.

Faucets: Here.

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Cabinet Hardware: Pulls & Knobs.

Shower

The shower features frosted glass doors and Nero Marquina marble accents.

Shower Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here.

Floor Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here & here.

Tub

The bathtub is Bain Ultra. Notice that frosted glass doors also conceals the water closet on the right.

Beautiful Freestanding Tub: here, here, here & here.

Master Laundry Room

I really hope you guys like this laundry room as much as I do!

The laundry room is located just before entering the master suite. Right outside of the master bathroom.

Backsplash: Antique Mirror.

Hardware: Knobs & Pulls.

Countertop: Marble Nero Marquina.

Cabinetry

The laundry room features breathable cabinet doors to hide the washer/dryer. This one deserves a pin!

Courtyard

Impressive architectural can be found everywhere in this house. Notice the rafter ends and corbels.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Four Seasons Room

This inviting four seasons room feature some incredible ideas! The stone used on the fireplace is Fieldstone.

Faux Barn Wood

Ceiling is Pine stained in Ebony stain.

Sofa: Arhaus.

Coffee Table: Arhaus.

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Photography: Karen Loffing.

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Dawn-Right in Love

You know the “oh” moment you see so often? Well, that’s just what our little prince Mond just had. Falling in love with the sole heir of a kingdom yours just had a war with wasn’t easy, specially when the trouble becomes double.

Words: 681 Characters: Original - Daybreak Notes: My first writing in months before it, written in early January of this year. A slightly edited version from the one I’ve previously posted. The old one had 669 words but I’ll sacrifice funny numbers for my babies.

The waves, tinted silver by the hovering moon, were calmly retreating as the looming sun appeared in the horizon. Mond wished he could have that serene feeling in that moment. Instead, he had been thinking of one thing the whole night — no, one person the whole week.

— She had to take me by storm, didn't she? — He scoffed at himself, watching as the sky became a warm orange — I can barely even sleep. This is terrible.

Anyone would agree that Soleil is objectively pretty, but most would also she say she was way too closed off for anything more than pleasantries. Then, Paradise reappeared. The royals were the only ones allowed there, and they actually met each other. Of course, he had to fall in love with the princess.

— This is... a direct parallel to what happened. — He realized, his body setting off all the red flags he could possibly manage. He took a deep breath.

— Okay, Mond. Keep calm, this is a tiporary thing. It has to be. — he thought to himself. At that moment, he heard someone knock on his door.

— Who is it? — He looked at the door, hesitantly.

— Who do you think? Can we please talk? — A familiar voice, rushed, answered back.

— Oh. Eteri, come on in.

Princess Eteri, from the Dawn Kingdom, was always up early, but to be up early, presentable and already through paradise all the way into the Moon Kingdom at that hour? She must have been even worse than he was. She gently opened the door.

— I have a few quest-

— I couldn't sleep tonight. My schedule for today is fucked. Somehow not even the biggest thing I'll be in trouble with right now. — Her voice was desperate, she was talking a bit too fast for the prince's taste.

— Do go on. — He tilted his head, hand gesturing the same.

— I don't know how to say this nicely so I'll just drop it: I'm absolutely hopelessly in love with Astra, Mond. I have no idea how to deal with this.

His eyes went wide. So she wasn't worse than him, but instead on the same goddamn boat, he thought. He exhaled sharply.

— Please just answer, say something!

— You... didn't ask me to keep this a secret. I'm going to assume you do not want this to leave this room? — Mond chuckled at their joint foolishness, rubbing his nose.

— Didn't even think about it. But yes. I know you've dated a lot of people before so...

— You want me to give you advice? Eteri... I don't know how to tell you this either. �� The prince was becoming paler by the second — But we're on the same boat.

— You're also in love with As-

— Soleil.

— Oh. I guess we are on the same boat, then. I may need something to drink while we go nuts.

It turns out falling in love with someone from the very kingdoms they had a war with less than fifty years ago messed with their minds. It felt like the most awkward day of their whole lives. After going back and forth on what should they do next, they decided to play wingman with each other at the same time. Surely it would work. Right?

— If this goes wrong, I don't even want to think about the consequences. — The prince sighed.

— If they don't feel the same about us, we'll have to move on. If this somehow gets out to the public, the nobles specially, then we'll have a very big problem.

— Does it start with W and end with R?

— Yeah. You know how to fight, right? — Eteri was still not over her rush. Her mind was going at about the speed of light.

— I'm completely useless in the fray. — Mond felt he was about to start crying. Not from sadness, but from the emotional agony.

It was already nine in the morning; they had more things to do. The childhood friends bid their goodbyes for the day, somehow worse than the night prior than their talk. Out of all punishments, life had to give love to them.

#OC Stuff #OC Works #Story: Daybreak #OC: Mond #OC: Eteri

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janetgannon · 7 years

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New Caledonia Biggest Secret

A voyaging couple explore a new territory and discover an unexpected cruising nirvana.

The truth is before Catherine and I sailed Dream Time, our 1981 Cabo Rico 38, to New Caledonia we also knew little about the country. It was mentioned only vaguely by cruisers as a French territory in Melanesia and a convenient pit stop on the western side of the South Pacific milk run — a great place to buy baguettes and Bordeaux near the end of the cruising season. So when we arrived last year from New Zealand, after visiting nearby Norfolk Island and Vanuatu, we had planned to stay only a few months, long enough to see the highlights, fill our tanks with diesel and our bellies with French food before sailing across to Australia for cyclone season. But that was over a year ago, and we’re still here.

New Caledonia, we discovered, is the third largest island in the South Pacific, after Papua New Guinea and New Zealand; boasts the world’s largest lagoon, 13,000 shimmering square nautical miles, which in 2008 became a UNESCO Marine World Heritage Site; and is almost completely encircled by 800 nautical miles of pristine reef, the second longest after the Great Barrier. On our very first day in New Caledonia, escorted through Canal de la Havannah by humpback whales, we knew we had entered a cruising nirvana — a turquoise world saturated with diverse marine life, reefs, bays and uninhabited islands just waiting to be explored. This, we realized, was our kind of destination, and we set out to see it all.

For the first two months, we toured the southern lagoon, an area just 30 miles from Nouméa, the busy capital, but a region that felt utterly secluded. With an average depth of just 80 feet and protected from ocean swell, it’s home to a ridiculous number of coral reefs and perfectly formed sandy islands of various sizes, offering a variety of anchorages to satisfy every kind of cruising preference. The lagoon, a vast natural aquarium, was teeming with schools of colorful reef fish, healthy coral, turtles tame enough to float along our waterline, dugongs, dolphins and sea snakes. We arrived during migratory season, and humpback whales rolled gently alongside and — for a few white-knuckle seconds — right under our keel.

We selected the islands with the best launch beaches, and when the trade winds blew at 20 knots, we kitesurfed in shallow water over powdery sand. We anchored near the reef and dived through passes, accompanied by schools of sharks and giant manta rays. We explored World War II wrecks, and when distant low-pressure systems in the deep Tasman Sea sent heaving swells and surf cascading over the outer reef, we snorkeled, kayaked and spearfished farther inside the protected lagoon. On the glassy calm days, when sea and sky blended softly together, removing the horizon, we explored the lagoon’s extreme southern cul-de-sac, anchoring off islands that felt as remote and precious as the Tuamotus.

During a respite in the trade winds, we sailed farther south to Île des Pins, a quiet and idyllic cluster of islands that rests off the main island’s southern tip, forming the dot of New Caledonia’s exclamation mark. The islands were named by Capt. James Cook in 1774 for the towering native pines that guard the shoreline, believed by the locals to contain the spirits of departed ancestors. The Kanak culture still dominates the area, so many territories are keenly protected with tribal customs by the people who settled there more than 3,000 years ago. Even today, carved totems closely watch over bays where traditional pirogues, outrigger sailing canoes, glide across sacred turquoise waters in a lagoon where mushroom-shaped limestone islands balance on narrow bases eroded by centuries of passing tides.

We explored caves above and below the surface near Gadji, a shallow anchorage on Île des Pins’ northwestern corner, scuba diving through tight fractures under the reef, which opened magically to underwater cathedrals where blowholes in the limestone ceiling allowed shafts of flickering sunlight to dance on the seabed 30 feet below the surface. And pushed to the limits of comfort, we clawed deeper under the reef into pitch-black antechambers, where lobsters gathered in the hundreds on limestone shelves, probing the darkness with swaying antennas.

Days gently blurred into weeks, which somehow, too quickly, became months, and with cyclone season fast approaching we needed a safe haven. With help from the friendly staff at Port Moselle, one of the most protected marinas in downtown Nouméa, we reserved a slip for Dream Time on their visitor’s dock. To prepare for a named storm, we purchased 300 feet of cyclone line, which was secured to heavy chains buried at the bottom of the harbor. For five months Port Moselle Marina was our base camp, and all the conveniences and attractions of the tropical French capital were just a walk, bus or le Petit Train ride away. We visited the fruit, vegetable and craft markets, marine-supply stores, air-conditioned supermarkets and museums almost daily, and followed the fragrance of freshly baked croissant and espresso to countless patisseries nestled around Place des Cocotiers, a tropical square in the heart of the city.

In the middle of summer, we rented a car for three weeks to tour Grande Terre, the big island, driving more than 800 miles to every corner of the diverse and contrasting island. Across the lush, rolling grassy countryside of the west coast and over the dry, dusty red plains in the deep south, we weaved up and over the island’s spine, climbing more than 4,000 feet to a craggy wind-swept mountain range before descending into lush tropical valleys overgrown with giant ferns, pines and palms. We stopped frequently at rickety roadside stalls to buy locally grown bananas, lychees, grapefruit so sweet they rivaled even those from the Marquesas, and sticky homemade pineapple cake. In the far northeast, towering cliffs drop almost vertically to meet the lagoon, and when the road ended abruptly at the Ouaïéme River, a barge powered with just a 30 hp outboard ferried us and our car across so we could continue our journey north to the remote tip of the island, known as bout du monde: the end of the world.

But we preferred to spend our summer sailing and exploring the bays, coves and estuaries of Grande Terre. We visited the crumbling remains of penal colonies where more than 22,000 French convicts were extradited from 1864 to 1897 and, after serving their sentences, found themselves stranded on a remote island with no hope of returning home. We hiked through red rock canyons, anchored off black volcanic-sand shores, soaked in thermal pools and ventured into the deep waters of Baie du Prony, following the meandering estuary upstream to a hurricane hole so calm that Dream Time was connected to a perfect reflection of herself. And when cyclones developed with paths forecast to bring them into New Caledonian waters, close enough to raise the orange pré-alerte cyclonique flag, we sailed back to the shelter of Port Moselle Marina.

In May, when the trade winds felt cool rather than clammy and ocean temperatures dropped along with the humidity, we cleaned and coiled our cyclone lines, waved goodbye to new friends in Nouméa, and set off for Îles Loyauté, the Loyalty Islands. Just an overnight sail away, the traditional Kanak culture and village life on this chain of islands make you feel like you’ve arrived in a country different from the Francophone Grande Terre.

Almost all anchorages in the Loyalties are tribu, tribal lands passed down through generations. Custom dictates that visitors request an audience with the village chief when they first arrive and offer la coutume, a gift, traditionally a few meters of fabric and a 1,000 CFP note (about $10 USD). The monetary value is not measured; rather, it’s a humble gesture, one that shows respect and recognition that you are a guest in their land. To personalize our gifts, we also offered a Dream Time T-shirt and a warm, freshly baked coconut cake, and we always felt welcome.

We were invited inside traditional grande cases, the thatch huts used for tribal meetings and family sleeping quarters, where, sitting on woven mats around a fire pit, speaking limited French to a Melanesian chief, we somehow felt completely at home. We anchored off limestone cliffs where water visibility was 100 feet and stayed for weeks in Ouvéa, a shallow atoll framed with more than 15 miles of sweeping white-sand beaches, reputedly the most beautiful in the entire Pacific. It’s home to a Kanak population so proud and independent that local communities, valuing privacy over profit, chose to prohibit cruise ships from entering.

Since we sailed into New Caledonian waters over a year ago we’ve logged, remarkably, more than 1,500 nautical miles and visited more than four dozen anchorages in what has been some of the most diverse, relaxing, rewarding and convenient cruising we’ve experienced in over nine years of sailing. Navigational charts accurately detail every island, reef and passage. Food provisioning is among the best in the Pacific. If you need boat work, help finding the right mechanic or a customs extension, we had great experiences with Chloe Morin, a local yacht agent (noumeaocean.com) who handled every request with an ease and level of professionalism that guaranteed to make our stay a more enjoyable one.

But New Caledonia isn’t just restricted to cruisers who’ve crossed the Pacific. Local charter companies in Nouméa boast a shiny fleet of monohulls, catamarans and even a few powerboats that make this island paradise accessible to everyone. So, whether you seek adrenaline thrills on the water, diverse marine life under the surface, rich cultural exchanges, French cuisine or just an irresistible selection of blissfully remote anchorages, New Caledonia has it all, and it’s just waiting to be discovered.

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Empty-Nester Modern Farmhouse

I hope you have a good time reading this post and that you can take this weekend to relax and recharge your energy.

Interior Design Ideas: Empty-Nester Modern Farmhouse

This farmhouse cottage has everything that everyone is loving these days; black windows, standing seam metal roof and painted brick exterior.

Front Door: Paint color is custom but similar to Sherwin Williams Tricorn Black.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Rocking Chairs: Provided by homeowner – Others:here, here, here, here & here.

Siding

Siding is a combination of painted brick and board & batten. Color is custom.

Front Porch

What a dreamy spot! This actually makes me miss summer even more.

The front porch flooring is Bluestone – similar here & here.

Windows & Doors

Windows/Doors: Quaker Windows.

Lanterns: Pottery Barn.

Foyer

You are welcomed by beautiful interiors – with plenty of shiplap – as soon you open the black front door.

Lighting: Solaria Etoile Chandelier – similar here.

Distressed Rug: here & here – similar

Kitchen

A skylight brings lots of natural light into this modern kitchen and dining area.

Countertop

Counterstools: Palecek – similar here, here & here – Other Counterstools: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Sink & Faucet

The kitchen island features a metal strip just below the drawers. I love this detail!

Kitchen Island Sink: Kohler (huge sale!).

Kitchen Island Faucet: Rohl.

Water Filter Faucet: Rohl.

Kitchen Sink (by window): Rohl.

Kitchen Faucet: Rohl.

Microwave Drawer: Sharp.

Cabinet Hardware

Hardware: Waterstreet Brass – very similar: Island Knobs, Island Pulls, Perimeter Knobs, Perimeter Pulls.

Backsplash

Backsplash: Calacatta Quartzite Honed slab – notice the framed detail above the range. This is a relatively easy idea to replicate and there’s no grout to clean!

Kitchen Hood: Stainless Steel and Custom Design – similar here & here.

Appliances: Thermador.

Walls

This home features shiplap walls throughout. Paint color is custom. Notice the walk-in pantry on the right.

Pantry

The pantry features an accent wall with elongated picket tile and deep drawers for easy access. Countertop is quartzite.

Accent Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here, here & here.

Kitchen Lighting

Kitchen Lighting: Laura Lee Designs Lighting – Other Rustic Lighting: here, here, here, here, here & here (chandelier).

Dining Room

An open layout is perfect for any home, especially for an empty-nester.

Dining Table: RH – similar here & here.

Dining Chairs: Palecek – similar here.

Chandelier is custom – similar here & here.

Living Room

The dining area opens to a neutral yet warm living room. Notice the large patio doors leading to the backyard.

The client provided the furniture but I will be doing my best to find similar items so you still can get this look.

Coffee Table: here (similar)- Other Beautiful Coffee Tables: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Sofas: here, here & here.

Chairs: here & here.

Blue & White Pillows: here, here, here & here.

Beautiful Rugs: here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Fireplace

Fireplace Wall

The inside of the cabinet is clear maple finish.

Fireplace Surround

Fireplace features custom Limestone Surround.

Breezeway

This breezeway connects the house to the garage and features a small mudroom.

Runner: Custom – Similar: Here.

Mudroom

Tucked into a nook, the mudroom bench features a custom chunky Knotty Pine bench and beautiful millwork.

Sconces: Ralph Lauren Archer Wall Lamp – discontinued – Other Industrial Sconces: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Similar Wall Hooks: here.

Layout

This breezeway also leads to the main laundry room.

Floor Tile: Ann Sacks in brick pattern – similar here & here.

Cabinetry

This space features a drop-zone with floating desk flanked by closed cabinets.

Countertop: Frosty Carina Caesarstone.

Similar Wire Baskets: Here (without lid).

Hardware: Top Knobs Pulls & Knobs.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Grey Laundry Room

The main floor laundry room is really pretty. The walls are clad in shiplap and cement tile and the washer and dryer are framed.

Countertop: Frosty Carina Caesarstone.

Cement Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here & here.

Cabinet Paint Color

Paint color is custom but similar to Benjamin Moore Storm.

Utility Sink: Kohler.

Similar Utility Faucet: here.

Cabinet Hardware: Pulls & Knobs.

Powder Room

This powder room is full of great ideas and this has to be the most popular wall-mounted sinks out there!

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Sink: Kohler.

Faucets: Kohler.

Soap Dish: Kohler.

Beautiful Towel Bars: here.

Tiling

Wall Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here.

Floor Tile: Ann Sacks.

Hardwood Flooring

Flooring: 5″ Hardwood Floors Red Oak – medium stained hardwood flooring it is as classic choice.

Beautiful Flush-mount Lighting: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Paint Color

The shiplap paint color is custom but similar to Benjamin Moore Simply White.

Pendants: Visual Comfort – similar here (affordable option).

Sconces: Visual Comfort – similar here (affordable option).

Landing Area

The landing area features a small nook with a beautiful secretary desk.

Beautiful Secretary Desks: here, here, here & here.

Study

This study, also featuring vaulted ceiling and shiplap walls, feels masculine and serene at the same time.

Lighting: Double Le Monde With Leather Chandelier by Solaria Lighting – similar here & here.

Similar Rug: here, here & here.

Similar Desk: here, here & here (distressed).

Cabinetry is custom.

Master Bedroom

Window covering: Scalamandre or solar shades.

Bed: Baker Kara Mann Collection – Others: here, here & here:

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Rug: Serena & Lily – similar here.

Master Bathroom

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Vanity Countertop

Countertop: Marble Nero Marquina.

Faucets: Here.

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Cabinet Hardware: Pulls & Knobs.

Shower

The shower features frosted glass doors and Nero Marquina marble accents.

Shower Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here.

Floor Tile: Ann Sacks – similar here & here.

Tub

The bathtub is Bain Ultra. Notice that frosted glass doors also conceals the water closet on the right.

Beautiful Freestanding Tub: here, here, here & here.

Master Laundry Room

I really hope you guys like this laundry room as much as I do!

The laundry room is located just before entering the master suite. Right outside of the master bathroom.

Backsplash: Antique Mirror.

Hardware: Knobs & Pulls.

Countertop: Marble Nero Marquina.

Cabinetry

The laundry room features breathable cabinet doors to hide the washer/dryer. This one deserves a pin!

Courtyard

Impressive architectural can be found everywhere in this house. Notice the rafter ends and corbels.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Four Seasons Room

This inviting four seasons room feature some incredible ideas! The stone used on the fireplace is Fieldstone.

Faux Barn Wood

Ceiling is Pine stained in Ebony stain.

Sofa: Arhaus.

Coffee Table: Arhaus.

Many thanks to the architect for sharing the details above!

Architect: Edward Deegan Architects (Instagram – Facebook)

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