Wallpaper Orang Kartun Aesthetic Novels & Stories

It’s like anyone can like it, no matter what gender, age, or status they have in life. “Hold on… Let me show you something.” she stood up from her seat and took an album from her room.” Here, inside were photos of the apartments before Iris designed them.” Tyron scanned the photos carefully. It’s completely different from the one he was seeing right now. The wallpapers used don’t compliment each other at all. Aside from that, it looks really cramped and repetitive. It’s like forcing to combine two different styles even if it’s really ugly to look at. No wonder the design outside is really out of this world.

But it was the opposing wall that drew the awed gasp from my lips. Drawings of birds of all shapes and sizes covered the wallpaper, spreading bursts of coral and yellow, oranges, pinks and blues from floor to ceiling. Their wings were wide open in flight, tails spread out behind them. From the iridescent crown of the hummingbird, to the proud fiery plumage of the bird of paradise, to the vibrant rainbow hues of the macaw, the whole wall was a wonder and as I stared at it, all I could think was how did he know, how did he know .

It is the ultimate nursery. The walls above the striking wainscoting are painted with softly edged, soothing, mute-toned murals that replicate the stunning courtyards of the estate, complete with the lawns, roses, trees, ponds, fountains, the full gamut—so she’s going to become quite familiar with the grounds, I suspect. For a hint of whimsy, there are unicorns with rainbowed horns added into the scenery. All gorgeously artistic, with a touch of glitter to fascinate tiny human eyes.

He was a stubborn man, and if I replied, it would give him room to start his rubbish again. When he noticed I was quiet, he sighed and focused on the iPad. The videos were a lot, but he scrolled through them, watching, skipping some after a second of watching, and he finally agreed on a waterfall wallpaper design. I discussed the process and promised to send a demo by tomorrow morning so that he could get a feel for what it looks like. He agreed. We spent another day trying to find the best wallpaper for his home, and he finally chose two that gave off the feeling of winter and landscape.

What caught his eye, though, were the walls. They weren’t plain. Painted murals covered them—floral vines curling up corners, bursts of wildflowers across panels, a soft mountain range blooming into a pastel sky, a tree growing from the shape of a heart. There were framed paintings, too. Small ones. Dreamy portraits, abstract shapes, gentle landscapes. Everything felt… alive. It was like stepping into Riah’s mind. Creative. Unpretentious. Full of life. Riah closed the door behind them and slipped off her shoes. “Come in. Sorry, it’s a bit cramped.”

Yet this does not resemble anything dark and grey like I thought it would. It’s pretty, the walls are covered in soft blue wallpaper that matches the sofa, decorated with cherry blossom and peacocks. It’s stunning, I wonder how much something like that costs to cover the walls. A flat screen television hangs off the wall currently it is playing with a crackling fire scene, it’s warm and cozy lending itself to make me feel like kicking these damn uncomfortable shoes off my feet and curl up on the sofa with a neat whiskey in my hand. It’s late, I should go to bed, but my arousal needs to be satisfied first.

Storm walked into Kaden's treehouse and was immediately struck by how it seemed larger than usual. The wooden walls, which should be plain and simple, were adorned with colorful murals and hand-painted designs. One wall even showcased a sprawling mural of a sunset over a peaceful lake, with vivid oranges and pinks blending into each other. And another wall had a charming depiction of a forest, complete with playful animals like squirrels and birds, all brought to life with bright, cheerful colors.

This was my test, facing my limitations. The shop was clean, the scent of vanilla and jasmine nothing like I would have expected. My fantasies were filled with darkened spaces and shadowed people, the lure of the unknown a powerful draw. Being inside was simple, artists painting beautiful works of art, only using human skin as their canvas. I walked closer, my eyes capturing the intensity of the complicated work. The walls were decorated with vivid pictures of various colorful tattoos, dragons and snakes, skulls and butterflies. Every piece drew me in, telling a story. And what would my story be? "What are you thinking, my beautiful submissive?"

"You could come if you won't get bored!" "I won't! I promise. And you'll see I really have great taste when it comes to interior decoration." Laughing, I brought out my tablet to make a list of things I would get; wallpapers, some paint, images and artworks to hang on the wall, a bean bag, some toys… the list went on and on, with Logan making his inputs from time to time.

When we couldn’t agree, Dante would have to be the tiebreaker. “Floral, plain, geometric, spots, 3-D effect, or stripes.” I was giving Dante too many wallpaper choices. “Or other,” Clarissa suggested as he and I held up the samples. But Dante was cooking and refused to turn around.