#working with silk

[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.

[papercutslut]

some more 30 year earlier au doodles! These detail the first couple weeks of the Apocalypse!

Details under the Cut!

Ford:

Due to stress from opening the portal + overworking, Ford spends the first couple days sick as a dog. Bill could of healed him instantly, but decided against it. He liked seeing Ford helpless.

Ford has no idea Weirdmageddon is even happening! Bill keeps Ford oblivious in the fearamid, as he tries to warm Ford up to the idea of becoming a henchmaniac.

Ford is so excited to properly publish his research, but Bill keeps changing the subject. Ford still excitingly rambles towards Bill though. Bill lets him keep his journals and he's burning through them.

Ford does know that Bill is all powerful, and some of the ideas he has is definitely tempting... Despite that, a little voice in the back of his head keeps him from accepting Bill's offers. For now, at least.

Stan:

The world has gone to shit. Most people are either dead, turned into stone, or forced to entertain Bill and his cronies in fucked up ways. Stan is actually one of the few people that didn't get captured immediately.

Stan's experiences being homeless actually helps him a lot. Not only does he know the best ways to scavenge for food, where to hide out for the night, and some basic survival skills; but he also has zero shame, and will fight dirty to get what he wants.

After Fiddleford erases Ford's memories, he flees back to California to escape his shame. Stanley manages to be in California when Weirdmageddon starts. They end up meeting, and become hesitant allies.

Stan is NOT having a good time. He thought he hit rock bottom, but apparently things CAN get worse! He's pretty bitter and angry about it.

[pocketseizure]

Sealing War bas-relief early concept art

[premamelody]

derg

[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!

[inksilvery]

commission for defnothush on twitter

[izzystizzys]

Fox tags along on a smuggling bust one (1) time and subsequently wishes he’d never been decanted.

Well, he’s arrested the perp a lot more than just one time, actually, but that very first tackle into a chokehold and electrocuffs more than sufficed to turn the fates against him - the fates, and Cody, the insufferable twat. They’re not actually even batchmates, the lot of them, and going by numbers Fox was decanted long before them (long as in seconds or minutes, no one actually knows), but Seventeen put them all in a training room together and then stupid kriffing Kote looked him up and down, nodded, and hasn’t stopped calling him vod’ika since.

“Why is one of the Republic’s most wanted criminals asking to speak to you, vod’ika?”, Cody asks, without any preamble, almost making Fox cut the holocall on principle. He would, if General Kenobi wasn’t right there next to the little shit. “And why do I not like his tone?”

Fox has to resist the urge to close his eyes and scream, making do with a deep sigh instead. Force curse the day Cody decided to adopt-nap him, and Wolffe following suit immediately. “Weequay, shifty eyes, stupid fucking pirate bandana?”

Cody’s eyes narrow suspiciously, and Kenobi’s eyebrows raise simultaneously. It’s more than a little creepy.

Fox rolls his eyes so hard he sees stars. “Tell him he can go space himself, unless he wants me to do it for him. And then tell him that if he sends me fuzzy fucking socks again I might just hunt him down and do it anyways.”

Past the slide of the door, Thorn’s unmistakable cackle reaches Fox. And Cody, going by the narrowing of his eyes. “Don’t tell him that, ori’vod, he’s probably into that”, Thorn calls out, gleefully, and Force Fox really should’ve kept this to himself in the first place.

He would’ve, actually, but the constant stream of strange presents into Guard headquarters is hard to miss. It was Alderaanian chocolates, last week, which Fox pawned off on the Shinies. A box from a store with a blacked out label before that, which he launched out the window with burning ears before Thire could get a closer look at it.

“Actually”, Thorn continues, happily, “I don’t think it matters much if you do tell him anything - it’s not like the Commander has been the most graceful courtée, and that hasn’t done anything to discourage our favorite smuggler.”

“Marshall Commander”, Fox hisses, because he’s a pissy bitch, and then, because all professionalism has gone out the window anyways, “This is why Stone is my favourite.”

Thorn’s wounded gasp is lost over Kenobi’s thoughtful hum, and Cody’s patented I’m-going-to-do-something-incredibly-stupid-and-you-can’t-stop-me glare. “That would explain why we have Hondo Ohnaka accosting our troopers about your flavour preferences concerning fruit candies. But the one asking to speak to you is Cad Bane, Marshall Commander.”

The string of curses Fox lets out at that is loud enough to have Mauler stick his head in the com room to ask if everything is alright, and Thorn roll on the floor with howling laughter.

Force curse the day he ever slapped electrocuffs on Hondo Ohnaka, and double-curse the one he threw Cad Bane to the floor with a scissor leg takedown.

[heartscrypt]

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

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

[sneepity-snoop-snorpity-sneep]

SWK, putting on a mask: I will conceal my face and make this industrial pipeyard my bachelor pad so no one knows its me

also SWK: *has this epic motorcycle monkey sculpture on display*

IT EVEN HAS THE SAME BLING HE DOES SIR!!!

HOW DID NO ONE KNOW IT WAS YOU

[palukoo]

shot silk studies full image/page under the cut (with a few extra i didnt like as much), click for quality :)

[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. 🫠🫠🫠🫠

[moonlitcoyote]

More needle painting shenanigans.

Pattern is by Trish Burr, which I bought for practice. And I went and bought actual DMC For this one instead of off brand floss.

The next piece I do won’t have the sticky print on stabilizer, I’ll actually draw on the fabric with some fabric marking pens. I like the stabilizer, but it’s a bear to get out of detailed projects.

Enjoy this process shot! The actual piece is almost done. I just don’t know when I’ll finish it.

[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

[concord-and-cliches]

i think i'm noticing some sort of pattern here [id in alt, textless versions under the cut!]

hello! you are here so here's some bonus trivia: under the blocky "gay" in the text versions it says "spider-man"