#working with silk

[marzipanandminutiae]

I love sewing

I love making things

I love having made things

I love seeing where a garment is not, where I want one to be, and being able to say "let's make that happen"

I love inspiring people to say "wait, you can just do that? time permitting, you don't have to be bound by what massive, wasteful corporations tell you to wear or how long they say you're allowed to keep wearing it?" obviously there are other barriers to entry, but I find that so many people regard sewing as this impossible alchemy they couldn't even begin to touch- and the fact that I can make it real and less intimidating for them is huge to me

I wanted to learn to sew for as long as I can remember, with no real idea why. and even though I didn't learn until I was 19 or start in earnest until I was 23, I'm proud of the progress I've made in the last eight years

I bought a mantle that my friend was retiring from her historical wardrobe, and it arrived in the mail today. it's soft and warm and gorgeous to look at, but it's also something my friend made herself. I can wear my friend's skill and talent and careful creation as I move through the world

I can wear things born entirely in my own mind, made three-dimensional and real

god, it's the best feeling

[lamnwar]

MDNI 18+

Daiki knows he's being stupid. A real idiot for the way he feels.

It's just a piece of fabric, for fuck's sake!

A blue silk robe you bought on your latest trip to China, handcrafted by an old artisan with so much love and talent that you didn't mind spending most of your souvenir budget on it. Something about the little details – the cloud shaped pattern on the cuffs and collar, the deep pockets that keep your hands warm, the flowers and branches embroidered in gold thread – it was too gorgeous not to buy it.

But god, does Daiki hate it. It stems entirely in his unreasonable jealousy for the cloth, his insides burning when he sees how it wraps around your body. The blue silk cord around your waist, holding it together. The way it drapes your shoulders so delicately. The way it clings to your chest, your nipples perking through the fabric.

That should be him. That should be his hands on your waist, holding you tight. That should be his fingers on your shoulders, taking in the softness of your skin. That should be his mouth around your perked nipples, sucking on them till his jaw hurts.

His cock aches in his boxers every night and morning, when you roam around the house in nothing but that blue silk robe, so carelessly doing your thing. Watering your indoor plants, choosing your outfit for the next day, making yourself a cup of hot beverage to warm your insides the same way that godforsaken robe keeps you warm outside. And then you climb in bed, your thighs that Daiki loves so much peeking out of the slit, and you lean towards him, the robe opening just enough to show your bare chest under it.

That's when he loses his mind. He can't take it anymore. He well knows he sounds insane but if Daiki could be anything, he'd be that blue silk robe. Wrapping your body and touching your skin at all times. He grunts, pulling you into a wild kiss as his fingers untie the robe in frustration.

Get out of this thing, cling to me. He's feral, and you're confused. What on Earth is your boyfriend so mad about? He's hovering you, taking the sight of your naked body, the sapphire fabric splayed under you, your hair contrasting with the colour.

Fucking you as the fabric glides under your every squirm. Oh god, you're such a beautiful thing to look at. The shine in your eyes, the sweet songs of your moans. And Daiki's big brown hands, roaming every inch of you, kneading your breasts while he pounds into you with the kind of force that makes your mind go blank. It might be the best sex you've had in a while. And he smiles, a spiteful smirk on his lips as he sees how you cling to him, that cute little voice of yours begging. More, Daiki, more! It might be that, as a personal preference, you'd take your boyfriend's skin against yours over any piece of clothing.

Daiki Aomine: 1. That stupid blue silk robe: 0.

[pocketseizure]

Sealing War bas-relief early concept art

[whirlwindwonderland]

Scrolling through the Slay the Princess tag, I saw @bubblybloob's Fae Princess route idea and I thought it was real neat, so I decided to doodle up a fake screencap to try and mimic the game style. Good way to kill a morning!

[premamelody]

derg

[tblsomedoodles]

FW! Mikey crochets!

he does a lot of other things too and crochet isn't his main thing (i think Raph eventually takes that as his main hobby later on) but he does do it!

[inksilvery]

commission for defnothush on twitter

[gilded-silks]

@gilded-silks

[heartscrypt]

najma and ortho gummies for @deezneezz ! they're explorin the city...

want to make me draw stuff? commission me boy (carrd link)

[crooked-hourglass]

Work in Progress

Just saying, it's a good job fabric creases are my favourite thing to render

[goggleghost]

🌌⬆️🩰

Ink '23 - RISE

[shirks-all-responsibilities]

Just sitting here daydreaming about meticulously and lovingly swaddling Marcus Acacius' NECK in that fabric wrap, reaching around to begin at his nape, gently pushing his curls away, arranging each pleat as they cascade down from back to front, carefully pressing and smoothing each edge with your fingertips, shaping and lining up each row with his curves, angling just so under his adams apple, protecting him from the harshness of his world and his armor's edges, his eyes never leaving yours as you work on him in the still of the morning...just, yah. 🫠🫠🫠🫠

[pied-piper-pluto]

made a scarf for my aunt's birthday!

[froggyfroo-art]

An ode to autistic people who don't display emotions the way society expects. Happy Autism Acceptance Month!

[parasitoidism]

Nothing ever changes in scrap world

[kesbeacon]

It's the season for remaking, apparently. I made a black beanie with a subtle knit-purl pattern a couple of years ago, the first thing I knit after a few years of not knitting anything. I didn't wear it much, though, because it wasn't long enough and the yarn was a bit scratchy.

However, it's been freezing in the house lately, so I have been wearing it of an evening and became motivated to fix both of these issues. So I frogged back part way and inserted some stripes of a different colourway of the same yarn:

And then I decided to put in a lining. And not just any lining - a luxe lining that would also help protect my hair. So, dear reader, I lined it in silk jacquard. Specifically one tie's worth of silk. Specifically £1's worth of silk tie, because a local charity shop has a £1 tie bin. I had to do some canny piecing, but look at how economical it ended up!

Those scraps are literally all that's left of it.