Booktok Aesthetic Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Looked at the wallpaper. Damn it. She hadn’t even noticed it before he said anything. It was a soft gray, subtle patterns woven through, barely there unless you really looked. It was—fine. Normal. But now she was backed into a corner, and she refused to let him be right. "It’s awful," she said firmly. "I hate it." Jake grinned. "Liar." She scowled. "I do. It’s ugly." "It suits you." Lila blinked. "Excuse me?"

“I am a function of aesthetic efficiency. Your territory has become a noisy subplot. I am here to quiet it down. To make it… readable.” It gestured with its stylus. From its book, a beam of flat, white light shot out and touched our cottage wall. Where it touched, the texture of the wood—the grain, the knots, the subtle variations in color—smoothed out into a featureless, beige plane. It wasn't erased; it was genericized. This was the worst invasion yet. They weren't trying to destroy or control. They were trying to make us boring. “Over my dead, highly specific body,” I snarled, lightning crackling at my fingertips.

I looked around and realized how different the four accent walls from every one of them. The one in front of me was like a pastel-colored painting of yellow skies and pink clouds. Beside this girly accent wall was a full gray wall with shimmering metallic silver lines in different directions which formed edgy shapes. The one it was facing was a plain Indigo Batik painted wall and the only thing that made it looked like an accent wall was the framed abstract at the center—the same color with messy lines as if painted by a kid. I turned my gaze at the last one, a combination of Red and Black. It was full of overlapping unearthly figures.