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#i hate elf palaces this is how i cope
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More non-crystal elf houses(ai generated)
Splendor Plains:
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Sterling Gables:
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Alluveterre:
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Solreef
On a cliff, looking out over an ocean, sits a house with lights on. Not every room has lights, just the ones people are in, right now. There's a light on in the kitchen, a light on in the bedroom. There's a light on in the library. A light on in the office. A light on in the living room. There are four kids at home. One adult. They're scattered throughout the house. There are papers around the house. Books on the tables. There are paintings on the walls. Blankets on the couches. Plants hanging from windowsills, from little plant holders, on the fridge. Throw pillows everywhere. Fires burning with warmth and crackle in the fireplaces. There's a peace to this place, in the walls that don't echo, because there's occupied space, to the carpeted floors of the bedrooms. There's a lot of guest rooms, and a lot of bedrooms that are occupied with people on various holidays, when usually they stay in their own houses, grown up and satisfied with their own lives. The ocean near the cliffs splashes, and if you look out the windows, or stand on the porch in the late afternoon, the sky is aflame with sunset-light, which fades into a clear purple-blue. Linh stands out there, at night, listening to the ocean, as the moon pulls it back and forth. She's said she can't hear the moon, but she can hear the ocean talk to it. Every so often, Tiergan will come outside, and pull her back in, her eyes growing too distant, and the waves too tall. But this house is a family's house, and if that family is a single dad and his four adopted children, that family is a single dad with his four adopted children.
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Rimeshire
Snow piles in drifts around a house that lives in an eternal winter. The windows are small and frost coats the inside and the outside. There is a warm yellow light in every room, but the floor freezes your toes. The kitchen and living rooms are always warm, but every other room is cold until you light the fire in the fireplace or bring in your hot waterbottle. The Dizznees have heating. The eternal winter that surrounds Rimeshire just keeps it all chilly, anyways. The floors are wood, worn wood, and each room is cozy. There are no big empty spaces, no place that isn't used by their family. There are long rugs on the hallway floors, but the cold still bites into your feet as you walk. The walls are painted, and a long time ago Kesler and Juline painted each wall by hand. They didn't like the paned wood that coated each wall. Snow boots are lined up in the entryway, next to winter capes and mittens. There's an atrium, a greenhouse, the warmest, hottest, stickiest place in the house, where they grow all the food they ever make, and if you're cold, you just need to spend a couple minutes in there, and you'll be sweating instead of shaking. The bedrooms are cold, on the upper levels, and the windows are so frost-streaked that only light gets in through them. There are heavy, thick blankets on every bed, and when each person goes to sleep, it takes only a few minutes for the blankets to keep them warm.
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More AI art elf houses for fun
Everglen:
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Solreef:
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Choralmere:
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Fluttermont:
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Choralmere
This house is white, like the inside of a seashell. The rooms are white. The walls are white. The floors are white tile, or bamboo. The counters in the kitchen are white. This house is white. Dirt is not allowed. Mess is not allowed. Shadow is practically forced away. There is too much light in this house. It is not comforting. Every inch of it is visible. Every inch of it is seen. There is no escaping the white, bright light of the house. Choralmere has big windows, that let all manner of light in, and cool lights that blaze even at midnight. Everything is bright. Everything is seen. And even in that, there is a still coldness. The chairs are all hard. There are no pillows. Each room is impersonal. Each place is distant. The bedrooms have no books in them. There are no dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. There are no crumbs on the counter. There are no paintings on the walls. There is no art in any room except Mai's Studio. The living room has no blankets, and the couch is not soft, nor worn. It is cold leather, and it feels strange when you sit on it, almost like it's not leather at all, but paper. There is one painting above the mantle in the living room, above a fire place that has never been used, has nota scrap of ash in it. It is framed in pure gold. The image is too perfect to be real. Tam's mouth is painted into a smile. Linh looks younger than him. Their parents are smiling. Linh cannot bear to look at it.
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Candleshade
There are no rugs. The floor is all tile. The walls are all stone. It's a tall building, but it isn't a sky-scraper. It's got a lightning rod at the top. Keefe's room is at the top. Underneath the lightning rod. It used to terrify him. The windows are large, and there are no curtains, except in the bedrooms. Keefe's room is sunshine and flowers, yellow and green. Gisela's office is light blue. Cassius's office is silver. Every other room is pointless. There is no need for the rooms. Candleshade is built in excess. Its kitchen has black countertops, and plain white dishes that are dusty. Its game room has unopened, taped-shut games in boxes in a cabinet. The temperature is always cold. Keefe has blankets in his room. There are no blankets anywhere else. There is no fireplace in Candleshade, and even if there was, it would be in the family room that has never been used, in that wall between couches that have never been sat on. Candleshade is cold. It is silent. And it is untouchable.
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More not crystal AI elf house ideas
Havenfield:
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Rimeshire:
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Shores of Solace:
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Candleshade:
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Splendor Plains
Splendor Plains is actually a city. It's set in the middle of an endless prairie, but the elves planted trees, and shielded it from sight. It's a working class city, too, populated mostly by talentless, and by people who have gotten their birth funds revoked for various reasons. There are apartments, in the city, and on a long, dusty street, overhung by droopy trees, with lights that flicker, and kids who play until past dark, there's a complex with air conditioning. Most of the places in the city don't have air conditioning, but some do. And one of these places is where Elwin lives. Elwin's apartment isn't huge, or perfect, or shiny. It's a little beat up, a little run down. It needed a fresh coat of paint when he bought it, and he spent his days fixing up appliances, replacing light fixtures, and calling the plumber. But now, after about fifty years of his living there, it's perfect. It's got a kitchen that functions, and a light over the sink. It's got white tile as the backsplash, and a white refrigerator that is always full of healthy and sugary foods. There are used couches, and shelves of books, plants leaking over every ridge. There's place mats on the table, and there's four, because sometimes Elwin invites his friends over for dinner. The talentless city is one of the poorer ones, to be completely honest, and some people don't understand why Elwin, or anyone for that matter, would choose to live there. Keefe's the first one who understands, after Elwin starts fostering him, after his life falls apart once and for all. A little kid comes to the door with his mother, a huge gash running along his arm. The mother begs Keefe to go get Elwin, and feeling his stomach twist at the sight of blood, Keefe does. Elwin patches up the little boy and hands him a sucker from the jar that's on top of the fridge. Elwin gives one to Keefe, too. Then he hands the mother a jar of ointment, and tells her to check back with him in two days. She hugs him, once, and he smiles at her. She leaves without paying. And Keefe knows, deep inside of him, why Elwin lives here.
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Everglen
Everglen is dark. Ancient, and dark. It is straight lines, detailed moulding, and thick, heavy curtains. There are empty rooms, with furniture covered in sheets, that haven't been used in months. It's tall ceilings and not enough lighting. Rooms that are drenched in natural light, sunlit pathways through wooded arbors, through their garden. There's a table out under the sunshine, and lanterns are strung under the tree branches. They're only lit when the family eats outside. The rest of the time they hang, silent and cold, in the branches of a tree. The kitchen has tile floors. When the lights are on, it glows warm. But the lights aren't on. The family isn't home. The house is quiet, silent. Too big. Too dark. Too quiet. A door opens and shuts. It is still too big. Too dark. Too quiet. Feet walk up wooden stairs. None of the lights turn on.
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Havenfield
Warm, the skies are nearly always great. The ocean is close and it rains a lot, so Havenfield fights that with this intense warmth. It's a medium size house, two levels, all above ground, big picture windows that face the ocean and open wide in the summer heat. The floors are worn light oak, and there is carpet on the floor of the living room. There are big couches, paintings, a fireplace, worn tables and chairs. Everything at Havenfield has been used and loved. The kitchen is big, and yellow lighted. It's basically Edaline's office, so it's insanely cluttered. There's paper, there's fresh fruit, books, muffins, baking ingredients and all else scattered in no apparent order. The bedrooms are small, and cozy, but those big picture windows are still present even in the bedrooms. Every one of the big picture windows opens wide into the ocean air, and it's how the house stays cool in the summer, because Edaline and Grady never bothered to install air conditioning. There's a library across from the living room. It has windows too. But they don't open. In the summer, the library is where things go to die. Havenfield is the kind of house you can walk around barefoot in, the kind of place that feels like settling into. It's just a home. Messy and beautiful and warm, all at once.
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using the ai tool that straight up makes an elf house to make some non-crystal elf houses?!!??!
Rimeshire:
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Solreef:
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Havenfield:
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Everglen:
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Candleshade:
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(i assume the AI didn't mean to hurt me emotionally, but it did anyways)
Choralmere:
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Fluttermont:
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Sterling Gables:
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