#ancient fabrics

[alexandriad]

back to the antiquity with these ancient grecian gal pals

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 257

Now Danny loves space. He loves everything about it, to the point his core quite literally is space. And he’s also a baby ghost, even if he could argue he’s not in human form. But see, being baby has an honestly great consequence once it’s noticed- despite the Observants’ best attempts at hiding it, the assholes. 

Of course he would be far more worried- and even a bit pissed- if his caretaker wasn’t who it was. Look, he’d never met Clockwork’s siblings before, but apparently everyone was really against Clockwork himself adopting. 

But Clockwork as his uncle is fine. Besides, his caretaker is Space! Space itself is holding him, cooing gentle words in the sounds of the very cosmos. And they’re huge, like parts of their body going through portals so they can fit outside Long-Now sized big- and apparently Clockwork can get just as big and they can get even bigger- 

Okay, he needs to take a breath- even if he doesn’t need to breathe- to stop his squealing because holy Realms this is so cool. 

Space is awesome! And he’s getting so much more rest than he did in Amity- and even if Space sort of shrugged at the idea of school at first, they did help him set up online schooling. So there’s that, and it’s just the start! 

He gets to learn so much about space and it’s honestly kind of… nice? To be taken care of? And he can do whatever he needs for his Core and Obsession with only a few interruptions to take care of his living needs. Erm, sort of living needs? 

But even that gets turned into a bit of play or even a lesson too! He’s honestly having such a good time right now! He’s learning so much about spaaace! And dimensions! And interdimensional portals and- oops! No one saw that. 

Ahem- But he’s learning so much about space and getting to explore other dimensions with Cosmos! And sure he no longer looks as human as he once did and all that, but he’s seen so many people who also don’t look human that does it really matter? 

Of course it doesn’t, and he matches his sort-of-dad! Even though the streaks of color in their hair are more of a brown-red like they’re literally bleeding out the cosmos around them instead of it fading to void and space like his own. But still! They match and it’s fun! 

And they’re going to go on another trip from the in-between to one of the dimension realities! He’s going to start a game of tag this time he thinks! But no cheating with portals or bending space! Tag! 

Look, the Justice League? Not paid enough for this. In fact, technically not paid at all due to being volunteers (not that it stopped them from finding money in their accounts) but still. 

There is some sort of figure… being… thing… zooming around the asteroid belt, about the size of Earth itself. Let them repeat themselves. A planet-sized creature (are those hands or paws? Tail or simply its body stretching? Hair or the Abyss-) is currently darting around the asteroid belt like a child running through grass. 

That is, without noticing or caring if something bug-sized might be crushed. And they are very much bug sized, as the governments are concerned about. Like really concerned about. Like talking about trying to nuke the entity if it wanders closer sort of concerned. 

Which they are all very concerned and very much like, against. Because it isn’t seeming to notice the asteroids it’s knocking into their area. It’s like… not a space whale or eel or anything like that but also is something like that. 

And they would also maybe like to see if they can attempt to talk it down first maybe and-

oh. 

Oh. 

That creature is the baby. And mama just arrived, stretching across the entire galaxy, from them to Pluto and beyond, like something took the cosmos and shaped it like clay into some sort of form. Like reality itself has wandered into their galaxy with what they are suddenly realizing must be a very young child. 

Shit, they really have to make sure no one tries to piss either of these things off-

[thesilicontribesman]

Pieces discovered at Llangors Crannog may be a royal tunic over 1,000 years old.

In early medieval times, the crannog, an island constructed in the lake, was the site of a royal llys or court.

Conservators have analysed these fragments and found that they are made of linen and silk. The tunic was once decorated with birds, lions and vine leaves.

St. Fagans National Museum of History, nr. Cardiff, Wales

[eirene]

At the Gate of the Temple, 1898 John William Godward

[vintagehomecollection]

The bath in the New Orleans Junior League Decorator Showcase, designed by Ann Holden and Ann Dupuy in 1987.

Interior Visions: Great American Designers and the Showcase House, 1988

[wiklm]

hello 2 genshin mutuals!! new cyno art!!!!!

[fictionadventurer]

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[hamletthedane]

All men know is cross rubicon, burn city, fight vizigoths, eat hot chips, and lie.

[screeching-painter-witch]

might fuck around and work on some ancient greek!hualian cosplays

[boneheads-pet-idiot]

Happy Halloween! Have a peek at how Elias is coming along as a treat 🍬

[tohakumaru]

close ups of the living statues/ancient bird folks. they are not nomads, not anymore. a long time ago they found their place under the root hill where the tree sleeps, and haven't moved an inch since.

the term 'nomad' is usually understood as one who is always on the move, and sometimes mistaken for lack of a home. but, without an anchored point, how can one tell if an object "moves"? it must be true, that there is a place-of-belonging, a home, for everyone and everything, even nomads.

so, perhaps it might be surmised that if a creature truly has no place to belong in the world, its existence must be impossible.

[thesilicontribesman]

Prehistoric Bone Weaving Comb, Kilmartin Museum, Kilmartin Glen, Argyll, Scotland

[eirene]

Violets, Sweet Violets John William Godward

[23-tiny-wishes]

The "elder princesses"

[jaudolls]

Sewing for dolls is my hobby and I'll do everything I can to avoid it

Well, the sewing part I do enjoy. But making patterns fit? Or worse, having to create one? Hell on earth. Also, finding the exact right fabric? Also hell.

[alvallah]

Imagine being rich and paying for bland minimalist textiles and cold sterilized homes when you could be paying folk artists handsomely for handcrafted beauty and color —helping preserve honestly quite priceless artistic traditions and supporting the people who keep these legacies alive— instead.