ornate ceiling

oh my god you guys i’m digging some more and i found out that my house also used to be a “bodypainting club” and an adult toy store!!!! the fuck!!!! it’s just a very normal little 1920′s plat house with gorgeous wood detailing and original 1920′s glass inside, high ceilings and ornate light fixtures. it’s on a sorta normal, sorta industrial street, but the streets all around it are big really nice family homes and have been since the 1920s. what the fuck

RFA Wedding HCs: Jumin

Oh I’ve been waiting to do this one

• the wedding is SO classy
• The wedding was so big it was probably a national holiday tbh
• like Jumin is so bougie
• he spared no expense
• half the guest list is people MC doesn’t even know
• Juju wants everything to be perfect for MC
• they’re like as long as you’re there it’ll be perfect
• Jumin hired a fancy ass French wedding planner
• MC and Jumin agreed with most of the stuff they were suggesting
• but MC disagreed with the food choices
• the wedding planner was tryna serve crab cakes and caviar
• Mc was like

• the wedding was probably in a palace or something
• like there are those weddings where you’re scared to touch anything or pocket everything because it’s all so beautiful
• that was Jumin and MC’s wedding
• the colour scheme was so nice it was like rose gold ,dark purple, blood orange and black
• Jumin was wearing the classic black tux
• he looked finnneee as fuck
• Well I mean he wears suits like everyday but shhhh
• the wedding venue was super fancy
• like Palace of Versailles fancy
• ornate ceilings, statues, fountains, the works
it even had its own hedge maze
• the ceremony was in some big ass cathedral
• when the thing actually started Jumin was eerily calm
• on the inside he was freaking out rip Jumin
• then MC entered looking like a goddess
• dress trailing behind, hair on fleek, tiara poised on head, holding the biggest bouquet known to man
• They were looking finnneee 2.0
• like Juju and MC looked so classy together
• Instagram was blowing up with pictures from the wedding
• Chairman Han was blubbering
• his son is finally becoming a man about time
• MC was also shedding some tears
• Jumin had the widest grin on his face the whole day it was co cute


The Main Hall At Wray Castle.

Only open to the public these past 4 years, Wray Castle came to the National Trust as a bare shell devoid of possessions and most features. This is the main hall - one of the most remarkable features still left. 

Nikon D300 17-55 f2.8G  Shot at (top) 24mm f4.5 1/50th sec (bottom) 17mm f4 1/30th sec


Dunvegan Keep | Austin, Texas, USA

Nestled on a secluded cul-de-sac lies an old-world architectural gem, dubbed Dunvegan Keep, a 6,362 square-foot property that has gained recognition from neighbours and architecture enthusiasts alike. The price tag for this rare enclave? $2,285,000.

Behind behemoth antique double doors, guests are greeted by stained glass and stone sculptures. The family room, punctuated with a castle-replica fireplace, is proof that creativity knows no bounds. The master suite, one of two on the property, channels the Sistine Chapel, thanks to artwork-adorned ceilings and ornate moldings. Meanwhile, the kitchen boasts stone spiral columns from Mexico and opulent carved arches from India  — diverse décor that prompts the property to be described as old world European, Gothic, romantic, and organic all in one.

A sunroom, formal dining room, breakfast nook, and attached garage comprise the remainder of the main home, each with a unique story. But how does a modern knight get some fresh air? Why, outside, in a secret garden/labyrinth, furnished with fountains, garnished with gargoyles, and home to a stunning column-lined octagonal pool.

The pièce de rèsistance of Dunvegan Keep, however, is the Knight’s Retreat, tucked away at the rear of the property. It is a noble man cave of sorts, with armour and swords hung on 18″ thick stone and an entire back wall of stained glass windows, complete with dragon motif.

A Little Request - Chocobros

Request from @choco-hoes : How the boys would react if you asked them to wear a pair of panties.

Alright, so I’ve changed this around somewhat from the original request just because I was having trouble making it work for how I write the guys. That being said, I hope this still fills your request and that you enjoy them. I’ve done my best to write this so as not to indicate the gender of the reader. Things get a little heated.

Definitely some NSFW content ahead.


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I thought this would be a one-shot ficlet thing but guess who is accidentally very invested in mafia grandson Yuri and his bodyguard. Consider this an opening mini chapter. Oops. 

Inspiration solely from @kawaiilo-ren‘s amazing art which can be seen here.
(I am weak for this AU.) 

“For God’s sake, this is the sixth time this year…”

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Decisions, Decisions  (Part 3)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3368

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, you’re amazing and perfect, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child.Text messages are in italics.

Tags: @wordacadabra @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94


You went to the gym first thing in the morning, then grabbed brunch at a local cafe, ran into some fans, did some grocery shopping, then went back home to determine what to wear. You Skyped Ida to help you decide.

“Which dress? The black strapless or the red one?” you said, holding them up in your giant walk in closet.

“The red one, for sure.”

“Why?” you asked, eyeing it.

“Because there’s barely any fabric to get in the way for later,” she said with a chuckle.

“You’re insatiable,” you chastised. But she was right. This dress had plunging everything. The neckline went down to your navel, the back was completely open, save for a few strands of rubies that hung on the back, and there was a slit on both sides of the dress for each leg that went up to your mid thigh. “Do you really think James would like me in something like this?” you questioned, suddenly insecure. What if it was too much, or in this case, too little? What if he thought you were coming on strong?

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Tae x Jungkook x Reader
SMUT Vampire AU
Warning: Blood, Rough Sex, Pain, Swearing, Dirty Talk…
1900 Words

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (No Vkook) | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |
Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 |

Walking up a dark, cold alleyway in the middle of the night in a part of the city that I did not know began to seem like a very bad idea, a very bad idea indeed. Bleak, dim lighting on the high poles above my head were he only sources of illumination and they did little to reveal all the puddles of water and pot holes present on the ground that I kept stumbling into. I was told to wear nice ‘sexy’ clothes for this. Why was I told to dress provocatively if I was only donating blood and plasma to a private company? Why had I trusted my friend when she told me all about this amazing opportunity to get a lot of money and enjoy doing it as well? She was the type of friend who always got herself into trouble but I was desperate; student loans, rent, car insurance, food, it was all really starting to pile up and I needed some fast cash. The only thing that kept me from turning on my heels and backing out was the fact that Jazmin was beside me and clearly not worried at all, in fact, she seemed excited, desperate even, to reach our destination, the complete opposite to the nervous bubble growing in the pit of my stomach.


“UGH! Why does everything have to be so expensive!” I said in exasperation, flopping down onto the scattered notes and homework that shared the expanse of my bed. Jazmin sat at the small vanity that sat under the window on the side of my bedroom wall, bathed in the uncharacteristically bright February sunlight that filtered through my open blinds. I’m not sure if it was the flattering light or if she had somehow managed to become prettier in the last few months, but her medium brown hair seemed to shine and glitter with honey colored highlights and her skin glowed with a dewy radiance.

“AH! Speaking of expensive, here’s all that money I owe you..” she reached into her purse and grabbed her wallet, snapping it open and rifling through the many bills that were stuffed into it before handing me two new, crispy hundred dollar bills. I reached for the money, confused and disbelieving that she was paying me back after all this time. I had already resigned myself to not ever seeing that money ever again. I narrowed my eyes at her, suspicious.

“Is this real? How did you get this?” she just smiled and dismissed my suspicions with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t worry, it’s completely real and I didn’t have to walk the streets to get it either. I just found a new… investment, and it pays really well.” I didn’t like her pause and nonchalant tone she was speaking with, I could tell she was hiding the truth, or at least part of it.

“Yes, I can see. How much did that new purse cost you, it looks expensive, what brand is that? Kate Spade?” I said in a sarcastic tone.

“Well fine, if you’re gonna be that way then I won’t let you in on it…” she teased.

“Im sorry, keep going.”

 My attitude completely changed at the prospect of making as much money as she clearly had recently. She laughed at my sudden change in demeanor and began to explain.

You… directly donate blood to specific individuals who are… in need, sort of like a transfusion, through a private company. Their clients and the company are very private and secretive, they highly value your discretion and expect you to keep all knowledge that you may learn to yourself. That’s one of the reasons why they pay so much. You must sign a contract as well. They offer one time donation contracts and also 1 year contracts. A onetime donation pays 1000 dollars and a year contract will pay you up to 5000 dollars depending on how many times a year you donate. They also include healthcare in their contracts and, let’s just say, some people form a relationships with their Donee. I’ve been donating for a few months now to the same person. The thing is, their method of donating is a bit unorthodox, and it may freak you out at first but, trust me, you’ll be safe the whole time. Since I’m under a… contract, I can’t actually tell you how they donate but you’ll find out soon…

After she explained and convinced me that nothing was illegal or dangerous, I reluctantly agreed to try donating, she called someone and a few minutes later, I was added to the list of donors for tonight’s session that she was attending. She then spent the rest of the day prepping us both for tonight; showering, shaving, plucking, exfoliating, conditioning, the whole nine yards. She did my hair and makeup and put together as sexy of an outfit that I’d allow, answering all my protests with,

“Trust me, you’ll want to look good for whomever you get as a Donee. Absolutely every client there looks like they just stepped out of a movie, they’re so attractive.”

I had to admit, I looked pretty good, less like a tired college student and more like an extra from the movie Underworld. My hair was half pinned up and the rest floated around my bare shoulders in soft wavy curls. My eye makeup was minimal but accentuated the shape with a slightly darker color in the crease, elongated, winged eyeliner, and lots of mascara. My foundation had a light, radiant finish and Jazmin had sculpted my face slightly with contour and highlight. She had finished me with a red toned berry liquid lip stain and very shiny clear gloss that made me look like I had just bit into a fresh pomegranate.

My outfit was comprised of a tight, black corset that I had used for a Halloween costume one year, black leather pants that I bought but never wore, and black high-heeled leather ankle boots. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn’t help feel a bit like a piece of meat on display. Skintight everything and bare shoulders and clavicle exposed. I shivered from the slight cold that seeped in through the walls and grabbed a long black cardigan that had silver accents and faux fur trim on the neckline and slipped it on, wrapping it around my form despite Jazmin’s protests. My dark ensemble was the complete opposite to her baby pink dress and white kitten heels.

“I like wearing black so I’m not complaining, but why am I so dark and you’re so… pink?” I asked.

“Well, Jin likes pink, and I like Jin…” she trailed off, a devilish grin on her pink sparkly lips. “Jin is the one that I donate to exclusively now.”

“You make it sound like it’s a sexual experience.” I said, warily. She turned to me and carefully chose her next words.

“(Y/N), I’m not gonna lie, Jin and I do have sex. The donation process is very… intimate, I mean, you’re giving someone your life source to help them right? You get to know them and it creates a bond. Who knows, you might get some tonight too, if you want.”

“Uh, NO, I do NOT want that!” I exclaimed.

“Okay, okay, just tell them that, it’s not a big deal, they won’t force you.” She laughed as we left my apartment, finally making our way to our destination as the sun began to set slowly on the horizon, mixing colors of burnt orange, purple, and blood red into the rapidly fading blue.

To say that I was nervous and skeptical was definitely and understatement. What did she mean by unorthodox? Why did it seem like they were hiding their private business from people? Question filled my mind as I tightened my Heavy coat around my middle and we walked up to an unassuming door that held a small square mirror at face level. No, not a mirror, two way glass. Jazmin pressed a button on a voice-box attached to the side of the building and spoke into it.


“Hi, this is Jazmin, and this is (Y/F/L/N). She should be on the list with me as a new donor.”

She released the button and a second passed before a buzz sounded and the door clicked open, a handsome gentleman held the door open for us to pass through. I curiously glanced at him as we passed. He was tall and had white, fluffy hair, a cut in one eyebrow and silver hoops in in the ear on the same side. I couldn’t see his eyes since they were covered with a pair of shiny, black, square cut sunglasses even though it was nighttime. His black suit gave him a slight Men In Black feel and I couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the image in my head. However, my smile faded when he returned one and I swear I saw a flash of very sharp looking canines before his face returned to its neutral state. Jazmin’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to her as she spoke to me.

“I’ll take you to Seulgi’s office so you can get your paperwork out of the way. She’ll explain what I’m not allowed to and you’ll sign a confidentiality agreement and a contract with her and then they’ll match you with a Donee. It should all go by pretty fast if you cooperate and don’t freak out.”

I had been too busy studying the hall we walked down to notice her choice of words at first. It was definitely luxurious, marble flooring, with clean white walls and black accents. The ceiling held ornate crystal chandeliers every 20 feet or so that sent sparkling reflections on the walls. The wide hallway echoed slightly and brought Jazmin’s final words back to me.

“…don’t freak out…”

My feet stopped following her as I said,

“What do you mean ‘freak out’? Why would I freak out!? Jazmin, tell me what’s going on!”

The panic in my voice was doubled by the echoing walls and I’m sure anyone behind the many doors lining the hall could hear me.

“(Y/N), calm down. It’s okay, shh.”

She held my hand and tried to comfort me in a soothing voice. The scene reminded me of how a child tries to call to a cat in a comforting tone right before they capture it. I was the cat in this situation. Before Jazmin could continue, a door to my right opened and out stepped a very pretty girl with dark hair and monolid eyes. Something about the way she stared straight into my eyes without any shame both terrified and entranced me and I found that I wasn’t breathing. She spoke and it felt like her voice was warm honey seeping into my skin and making my limbs heavy and languid.

“Hello (Y/N), you’re here to donate your blood for people who can’t survive without it, for Vampyres.”

As her last words left her mouth, her face split into a calculating smile, showing her teeth as she did so as her canines dropped down and elongated into sharp, white points.