tudor style house


It’s been a while since I did a built. So here’s Capp House - not to be confused with Capp Manor. Home of Goneril, Albany and little Miranda. It’s much brighter than the manor and little bit more modern…than the manor, but not modern over all. It’s a tudor style house and it fits with the theme of Windenburg.

Capp House:

  • 40 x 30 lot. Perfect for Windenburg.
  • 4 potentional bedrooms.
  • 2½ bathrooms.
  • Conservatory/art studio.
  • CC-free (the Capps portraits were not uploaded).

It’s on the gallary, called Capp House v.2.

Origin ID: beaella

Too early for christmas?

Newt x reader having some fluffy christmas cuddles 

I take suggestions as usual!


You picked your wand up, directing it towards the tinsel on the ground. With a very convenient spell you levitated the tinsel off of the floor and wrapped it neatly around the Christmas tree. The same went for the baubles and Christmas lights. Humming a gentle tune and dressed in underwear and Newt’s coat that the idiot had forgot to put on before leaving the house to buy something, probably food for the many beast that he cared for.

You had convinced him to get a real house that wasn’t just his little cabin where he lived with his beasts. He had been opposed to it at first until you promised to move in with him if you got a little house together and that settled it. The two of you moved into two story, Tudor styled house in a small community called Tinworth. There was a large backyard that came with the house that Newt absolutely loved. You had helped him but up a few charms so the two of you could keep some of his beasts up here in case they got sick and needed extra attention. Now the yard was filled with white, frosty snow that crunched lightly under your feet and glimmered from the moon light.

The inside was very rustic and simple. A lot of warm colours, wooden furniture and fur. Newt had protested wildly against the fur until you told him that all the fur was fake and done from polyester or something like that. Newt had no idea what polyester was but accepted your word on that polyester was in fact not an animal.

The two of you had been too busy to put up Christmas decoration until now, late December. Both of you were stressing over the holiday and working. You were working double-shifts as a healer at St. Mungo’s. How the hell did people get so tangled up in their Christmas decorations that they had to be hospitalised? (literally)

Anyways, back to it. Since you have worked so much overtime you had gotten a day off. Newt was running errands so you took the time to wrap some Christmas gifts and decorate the house. You had gotten pretty far, decorating the entire hallway, kitchen and living room. The only places left were your bedroom and the library/study. You skipped up the stairs, giddy with holiday feelings and made the quick left into the bedroom that you shared.

With flick of your wand you changed the sheets to be a soft brown colour with a red throw over. Red and gold pillows to match and some tinsel at the footboard to finish it off. You put out some red and green candles around the room and then moved onto the study. You started off by putting down a tray with cookies and milk on the desk, putting a spell on the milk so it’d stay cool. Then you went to hand tinsel around the bookcases. With a nod you grinned and walked back downstairs. Just in time for you to hear the front door shut.

“Y/N?” You heard him call as you came down the stairs.

“Yes, love?” you asked and saw him peek up the stairway. He was grinning from ear to ear as you came down the stairs. When he saw that you were wearing next to nothing under your coat he flushed pink but tried to ignore it.

“Did you decorate?” he questioned and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you close.

“Yeah, do you like it?” you asked softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love it, it looks brilliant!” he said and kissed your lips. “What are you doing in my coat?”

“Well you forgot it, so I’m borrowing it,” you replied and stole another kiss from him. “Want me to take it off?”

You gave him a smirk and watched him turn that lovely shade of red again. Oh how you loved doing that.

“I, uh,” he let out and slipped a hand up to cup the back of your head. He leaned down to kiss you again but you instantly escaped his embrace, bouncing out of the way.

“You’re freezing, Newt!” you scolded, shivering from the cold skin to skin touch. He smiled softly and started saying something, reaching for you again. “No! Your hands are like ice cubes. Go sit on the sofa!”

Newt pouted slightly and took his shoes off at the door. He sulked his way over to the living room to do as you asked him to. You smirked and walked into the kitchen, quickly whipping up some hot chocolate for the two of you. You added some cream and topped it all with cinnamon. Newt really, really loved cinnamon so you made sure to add it to everything.

When your drinks were finished you walked into the living room. Newt was leaning over the arm of the couch, fiddling with your radio. He never really got it to work and he was a hundred percent sure that a poltergeist lived inside it to haunt him because all he could ever do was make it go to static.

You sat down next to him and put the mugs of hot chocolate on the table. He looked over at you and gave you a little smile before continuing to fiddle with the radio.

“Here, let me warm you up,” you mumbled and grabbed his elbow. You dragged him closer to you, grabbing his hands and rubbing them.

“That’s really sweet of you,” he said and then saw the chocolate. “Y/N you really didn’t need to…”

“Come on, I’ve been alone all day,” you complained, lifting his hands to your face and kissing the tips of his fingers. “Let me spoil you when you’re finally home.”

“Do I work too much?” Newt questioned and frowned a little. “I’m sorry that I have been so busy often. Are you lonely often?”

“Don’t worry, love.” You smiled at his worried expression and leaned in to kiss his chilly cheek. “I work too and I’m so proud of you. Writing a book and doing amazing work with your creatures. They make you happy and I can’t keep you away from them.”

“You make me happy.” Newt looked at you with that heart-eyed look that made you melt. All the shyness and strange innocence that he had kept into adulthood. You smiled and leaned into kiss him, pushing him back against the arm of the sofa.

“And you make me happy,” you mumbled against his lips, putting one hand on his cheek and one on his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist.

Your eyes fell closed as you melted into his strong embrace. Your lips gently moving against each other in unison. The slightly earthy and cinnamon smell and taste from Newt filled your senses and made you relax. The two of you didn’t usually have much time to do stuff like this but now that it was happening it felt like you were teens again, the same love and spark that you thought you had lost was coming back, tingling your stomach and making you want him so much more.

“Merry Christmas.” You broke the kiss to look at him, take in all his freckles and those stunning green eyes.

“It’s not Christmas yet,” Newt stated and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you saying merry Christmas?”

“Because it’s cliché,” you chuckled at him being cute yet again. “But you kind of ruined it a little.”

“Oh sorry.”


(My Sims Cities 1/3) Shire

I thought I’d show you what suburbs there are in my game. I’ll start with the suburbs and show the main neighborhood later because it’s under construction right now)

This is a small country town rather than a city and it’s named after LOTR but has nothing more to do with it than the name. This town was founded in the Middle ages and today the are ruins, such as stone walls and towers, all over the city. The houses are tudor style. 

All the houses in Shire form a big L ,the centre, with all the shops, is in the intersection and the poor live in the other direction and the rich sims, with their manors, in the other direction


Valencia Street by eric

So Neighborly (short fic)

Originally posted by telefilmaddictedforever

Recent talk of Oliver Queen staying at home while Felicity went to work got my imagination going. This is a fluffy little piece. Hope you like it. Please share and look into my other fics if you like. 

This is also available at Ao3. 

They moved into the Tudor-style house on a weekend. The whole event was a blissful blur. Oliver never said the words aloud, but he loved that the house reminded him a little bit of the Queen Mansion with its stucco and beams. The events of recent years didn’t taint his childhood memories and being happy now reminded him that he had been happy then, blissfully unaware of the ills of the world. Still, this was a modest house with three bedrooms, not eight and it sat on .56 acres rather than an expanse worthy of a park.

Felicity had different reasons for loving the house. It was theirs. Not a rental, like all of the other places she had lived. An actual home with a foundation and a yard and a fireplace. And it was only 10 miles from Queen, Inc.’s headquarters in Starling City, which meant that she could take off her CEO hat at the end of the day and be wrapped in Oliver’s arms in less than thirty minutes in good traffic. An executive of her stature typically lived in an aspirational house, something large and impressive. But for Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak this house was aspirational, reflecting the warmth and coziness they aspired to in their life together.

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