welcome to
onnesta house
A scribbled sanctuary, a velvet dream machine, a place for becoming.
At first glance, it’s a house of comfort with soft chairs, warm fruit, art with feelings.
But look again and the floor tilts. The mirrors whisper. The walls bloom.
This is no ordinary house. This is a funhouse of the soul. A bordello of the heart.
A place to get a little lost, to laugh at yourself, to want more.
You don’t need to know why you’re here.
Just that you’re welcome.
mistress of the house
Becky Onnesta
You’ve found her. The Mistress of the House.
She’ll hold your story without rushing to fix it.
Come in. Sit down. There’s time.
enter
The Velvet parlor
You’ve arrived at the heart of the house:
A whimsical refuge for the scribbly, the tenderhearted, the joy-starved, and the too-much.
Wander through the halls. Peek through locked doors.
Touch what calls to you.
There are rooms here for beauty, for bravery, for bloom.
All of them want to meet you.
Whether you came for mischief, softness, or mystery—you’re in the right place.
The Great Hall
++ ENTER ++
Paintings, art, and written relics from the mistress herself. Explore the Portrait Gallery, snoop through the Curio Cabinet or sneak into the Mistress’s Quarters.
The Drawing Rooms
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A labyrinth of identity, desire, and softly-lit wildness. Step into a mirror maze of alter egos, forgotten desires, and soft rebellion. Slow, strange, and sacred. Exit softer than you entered.
The Orchard
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Beauty, fruit joy, and the whispers of things that grow. Come here when you don’t know what you need, but suspect it might smell like lemons.
you can receive love letters
Roughly twice a month I’ll write to tell you what you mean to me and that I miss you. I’ll send a scribble girl or a bouquet of flowers.
not sure where you want to go?
Let surprise guide you.
Slip through the passageway and see where you land.
There’s no wrong door. What you bump into is what you needed.
{Enter the secret passage}