#fabric wall

[environmentalpavilion]

Milwaukee Basement Lookout Ideas for a small, traditional basement renovation with gray walls

[vintagehomecollection]

A profusion of flower pictures, grouped to stunning effect against a fabric wall, is given added life by the real arrangements spilling from the sconces and massed on the chest below.

Decorating with Pictures, 1991

[salamispots]

first 3 rug hooking things I did haha

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

he's in my home he's in my Heart

[pigeonsareevil]

Pet rats are so silly because of how they interact with you. When touching your skin they will act like it's the most delicate thing in the world, they will lick you like crazy but wouldn't dare to even graze their teeth on it, let alone bit you. But the moment they come in contact with your clothes, suddenly all that softness is forgotten and they transform into a vicious beast ready to bite and scratch and destroy everything that comes into their way

Anyway, look at this God of destruction

[babysundoll]

Any robot with one eye is peak character design

[toubledrouble]

You know what we should bring back?

Older christianity. I mean the anti government, anti military, community based christianity. The one that cared the most about peace, equality, mercy, kindness, and radical love. The one with shared property. The one that didn't conform to society but instead existed mostly outside of it. The one where noone considered one sin worse than another because in the end, we are all sinners trying our best to be better.

[pixelglam]

Somewhere in New England, United States. 🌊

[spotsupstuff]

even more ocs except this time they are only joke (crows 'n pan) or bg characters. i'll prolly do quick designs for the rest of the Children of Eo group at some point too tbh 🤔

[itscolossal]

Color-Blocked Wall Hangings Stitch Graphic Design Principles into Quilts by Emily Van Hoff

[vintagehomecollection]

The Englishwoman’s Bedroom, 1985

[captainsigge]

The Weaver

[yloiseconeillants]

who designed the ala mhigan quarter. i just want to talk.

i'd love to hear about why these platforms on the rooftops have stairs but no doors or windows for anyone to actually reach them in the first place

[textless]

Scenes from Brown Canyon Ranch. Cochise County, Arizona, July 2024.

[saintadeline]

My latest normal person project that took me a thousand years. They're probably about 6ft tall

[ephemerasnape]

The sight that greeted Victor Rookwood as he exited the Hog's Head that fateful evening would be forever ingrained in his memory.

The street was dark and eerily quiet, and the dapper wizard had just taken a few steps outside the seedy pub before he realized something was amiss, causing him to stop abruptly and survey his surroundings.

"Lumos."

Continued below...

At first, Victor was more disoriented than anything - unsure that he could trust what he was seeing with his own eyes. The dark wizard blinked a few times in confusion before, slowly, he began to make sense of the gruesome display before him.

Heaps of... dirty rags? Someone has made rather a mess, it seems. . .

No. That's blood.

Blood and worse.

Before him was a scene of utter carnage the likes of which he'd never seen. A slaughter. The lifeless bodies of several young witches were splayed out in the middle of Spire Alley, a spectacle so macabre that even the dark wizard, well-accustomed to death, felt his stomach lurch at the sight.

A ginger witch lay eviscerated. Another's golden hair fanned around her angelic face like a halo. A brunette was positioned face down in a pool of her own blood. A strange-looking witch with odd-coloured hair... Victor shuddered as he recalled that one. He remembered her as having been particularly annoying.

And yet more still.

Sisters in death. Some he recognized outright, a vague familiarity to the rest. Their faces - doubtless once beautiful, now befouled by their own blood. Twisted limbs at grotesque angles. Internal organs now decidedly external.

Gods..

And in the center a... survivor? Victor tentatively stepped forward, perhaps even to offer a helping hand, as the pale witch clad in black gazed up at him adoringly.

"Victor.. I did it for you. For us."

Rookwood watched, horrified comprehension dawning on his face as the witch released a bloodied dagger she'd been holding. He barely registered the sound of the steel clattering to the cobblestone over the pounding of his heart.

"I love you, Victor."

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