#SilkMaking

[srinationalschool]

Our students had an incredible experience visiting Padiyur Sarvodhaya on July 12, 2024! It was a day filled with wonder and learning as they discovered the fascinating process of silk production from start to finish.

Silkworm Observation: Children had a close look at the silkworms as they spun their cocoons, sparking amazement among the children.

Weaving Demonstrations: Hands-on demonstrations of traditional weaving techniques, showing how silk threads are skillfully transformed into exquisite textiles.

[shadowthief78]

Going for Dim Sum w/BLLK

I just finished eating i’m so full rn

Just some hcs while i digest.

ISAGI: Good boi, keeps refilling your teacup. Accidentally burns his tongue on xiao long tang bao and whimpers about it. Pretty adventurous, willing to try most stuff, really likes the siu mai and egg tarts (like literally everyone else inthe world does) (egg tart haters dni w/author [lol]).

BACHIRA: Tries to eat at least one of everything even after you warn him that’s a terrible idea. Passes out halfway through one of those huge lotus-leaf-wrapped glutinous rice boiled dumplings and only revives after you dribble half a cup of the degreasing, digestive tea into his mouth with his spoon.

CHIGIRI: Keeps slipping food onto your plate when you aren’t looking. Likes sipping the soup out of the xiao long tang dumplings with the ginger and vinegar. Looks super elegant while doing it as well.

KUNIGAMI: Mouth consistently full of cha sau bao. Eats heartily and keeps reamarking on how well you’ve chosen the dishes. “Here, try this”-es you a lot, like you’re not the one who’s got the most experience.

RIN: Keeps trying to puzzle out what the dishes mean based on their meanings in Kanji. Unfortunately, since kanji and Chinese don’t always match, it leads to some weird questions for you. That’s “beef noodles,” not “beef face” (牛肉面) (yes i know that’s technically not rlly dim sum just let me turn brain off ok?).

REO: Foots the bill. Insists on ordering way too much, probably gets some expensive abalone thing you’ve never tried before. Visibly preens when you refil his teacup or puts food on his plate. Making friends with all the waitresses pushing the carts full of food around by the end.

NAGI: Asks for congee or something since it’s simple and he doesn’t know what he likes (trying new things is a hassle...). Eventually gets entranced with peeling the steamed bao and nibbling on the outsides (aka you hand-feeding him the peels). Asks for dessert soup and pouts when he discovers ginko nut is bitter.

BAROU: Keeps trying to outhost you, the host. You can’t eat all this food. Barou, stop, that’s enough! Have another siu mai or something and let other people have a taste, okay?

KURONA: Munch munch munch. Doesn’t talk much but always chewing when you look over. Gives you the thumbs-up whenever he finds something he likes. Particularly enamored with those super-crispy fried yam balls with mincemeat in the filling.

HIORI: Asks questions about everything and always responds with something along the lines of, “Ah, that’s cool!” Likes the crystal shrimp dumplings (ha gao) the best.

ZANTETSU: Tries to claim the skins of chee cheong fan are something like the remains of silkmaking until you stare at him for too long. No, they’re like a giant steamed rice noodle...

IGARASHI: Distracted by the people rolling out, filling, and pinching dumplings shut in the kitchen.

GAGAMARU: No, he cannot try and carve the Peking duck himself. That’s the waiter’s job. Stares too long at the lobsters and fish in the tanks. No, you will *not* be organizing an aquatic jailbreak of any sort today. Does he want to order something else, or...? Uncanny knack for figuring out what food is in which cart by smell alone.

NANASE: Woah, look at all this new food! So exicitng! Cheeks stuffed all the time, looks adorable while doing it, would probably eat a gravel dumpling if you asked him to. (But it really is all super good, don’t worry about him!)

YUKIMIYA: Tries to communicate in gestures to the staff. Resorts to just smiling a lot. Ends up finishing most of the carrot cake even though he’s not super fond of the yammy taste.

NIKO: Looks like he’s not doing much then when you look back, two full steamer baskets are empty. Salted egg custard supremacy.

KAISER: Tries to get you to feed him by claiming he can’t use chopsticks. You flag down the waitress and ask her for a fork. He gets the only fork they have, a tiny plastic one with a cartoon lion on it, meant for toddlers, and a matching teaspoon + plate. Visibly crestfallen.

[eimearkuopio]

What if you were living in a moth kingdom and you knew you could never be a moth and so the king declared that God Said every moth who spun a cocoon would be boiled alive to make you silken garments and any moths OR BUTTERFLIES who somehow successfully metamorphosed would have their wings torn off to make you feel better and after centuries of this bullshit one butterfly actually fought so hard on the way out of her cocoon that it distracted every soldier in the moth kingdom and as a result a fuck ton of moths AND butterflies have escaped notice and figured out how to fly and now we are coming for those assholes who worshipped our destruction and I'm being kind enough to let out a battle cry because it seems dishonourable to be able to fly AND not to give them a warning, and that might mean I get shot down but that's kind of in the spirit of what my Nana went through and I'm choosing to forgive her for how my wings were damaged by my proximity to their torture of her but there are lots of us now and we know where you live so you better fucking start spinning your own cocoons and pray your substance becomes something we can forgive because I'm culturally moth enough to believe in redemption but even I'm not too big on blanket absolution and the other butterflies are DOUBLY PISSED because you boiled our cocoons and didn't even get any fucking silk out of the process.

What if the moth king who started all of this was the one who tore his butterfly queen's wings off in the first place? From fear? From jealousy? Because he thought he could trap her without damaging what he loved about her in the first place? He destroyed her beauty and insisted that if everyone joined him in his crime, he would be absolved, his guilt forgotten, and if God disagreed with what he had claimed, well, God would find a way to stop him eventually, right? Surely if God had a problem with it, God would stop him, so as long as he kept shooting God's messengers, he got be in charge! And he already took God's butterfly son and tore his wings off and ate his flesh and wrapped his body in the boiled remnants of every cocoon his army could find even though the process of creating true silk was lost when he had the silkmakers symbolically boiled for speaking against him. And God despaired. So eventually, His niece came to Him and said, I know they killed Your son. I know they hang His effigies in places they claim are meant to worship You. I know You have chosen not to smite them for the love Your Son bore for them, and neither of us is the biggest fan, but hey. He'd probably be sad if we let them destroy themselves. Let me go and walk among them and see how they treat our kind. Let me see if our brethren would welcome destruction over the city our enemy rules in Your Name.

And she did. And she saw enough to speak up, because there were enough people worth saving that she chose not to slip her earthly bonds and fly away into the night and call down a fucking air strike. But if you don't put these fucking fires out none of that is going to matter anyway, and maybe then we can discuss NOT BOILING MY COUSINS ALIVE, and also maybe some of the incredible modern amenities that your privileged citizens keep to themselves while insisting that people like me are somehow "better off" without them.

You can kill me if you like, but that just means I don't need to wait a few decades to call in the air strike.

And that's how I feel about Catholicism!

What if you were dating a moth prince and living in his kingdom and he knew how out of place you felt so he made you dozens of silk dresses and blankets and gave you lots of fuzzy shawls and scarves so you wouldn’t stand out so much and always said you were so beautiful you were glowing and occasionally bump right into your face because it was a little joke and he would pretend you were a light bulb and give you tiny kisses

[cravat-club]

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[djlonestarofficial]

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[henry-exe]

Big baby-doll button eyes + maniacal snake-like maw = the perfect woman

[eurorinee]

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[synxis]

It was a rare treat to watch a silkmaker work. The extra limbs were fascinating to Black Doom, watching them work while also putting effort into staying as still as he could, which proved to be a surprisingly difficult task. Whenever the moth grazed over exposed skin, even as gentle as they were, it would cause a shiver to shoot up Doom's spine. There was the urge to blame this new body, but then he wondered if maybe his true form was as sensitive as this as well, it had just been that long since he's felt another's touch; after all, he had no recent memories to compare this experience to. A glance to the leader, brows furrowed. Was he mocking him? "Why? No, that's not— Firstly, they could—" Ah. Dial it back. Immediately getting on the leader's case on how he runs his comet was not the smartest move he could play here, especially after just being granted permission to stay without harm. That offer could easily be revoked whenever the leader wanted. A tactical withdrawal was needed. "I misspoke, I apologize," he says evenly, straightening his posture for the silkmaker's sake. If this is how they wanted to run their comet, it was their right to do so, even if every fiber of Doom's being was itching to do it himself, the proper way. Another angle, then. "It has... been a while since I've had contact with another comet. That and this strange form, this has been overwhelming—" He pauses, taking a moment to properly convey his thoughts this time, parsing through his more reactive emotions while also trying to hold civil conversation. "— there are a lot of unknowns at play here, more than I'd like." Why there were two of them, so similar yet so different, was his main question, the nature of his new body was second. He supposed he would not get answers to these, at least not in a way that would be satisfying, as it was with this sort of thing. "—— but knowing there are still more Black Arms still alive fills me with a relief I have not felt in a while." He places a hand on his chest, the arm that wasn't currently being worked on, directly addressing the leader with a resolute gaze. A proper introduction was needed. "I am Black Doom, leader of the final comet in my platoon. Your hospitality is appreciated."

Content with his answer, the moth continues their work without another word, bowing their head and beginning to spin and weave silk pulled from their collar. To assist them, a previously-hidden second set of arms pull out from their sides, as if the red stripes on either side of their torso had been these extra limbs in disguise.

Tipped with needle-like thin pincers capable of producing their own threads of silk, they use these arms in tandem with their hands to position the robes pooled around him and stitch here and there. Slowly, gradually, one small section at a time, the frayed edges of his silks are mended with patches of the same pinkish off-white like that of their own collar; the default color of the silks of this hive, it would seem. 

The leader, meanwhile, picks back up on the conversation without missing a beat, and without any indication he'd been bothered by their guest's original line of questioning, if he ever had been at all. All the same, he lets Doom's first thought die where it had been interrupted, and does not bother to revisit it with any amount of acknowledgement.

"Why wouldn't they?" He answers this new question coolly, though with an edge of puzzled caution. The notion of his own people lacking autonomy is so foreign it doesn't even register as a possibility for what this almost-lookalike might be suggesting. "Those not in reserve have their tasks and their lives to attend to."

Without fully unclasping it, Aruna tilts his hand slightly off of his knee in the other's direction as if to subtly indicate and remind him of his comparatively weak stature. "You didn't seem to be inclined to attack any of us, much less be in any position to do so. They kept their distance, curious as they were, and only approached at my request. I fail to see what it is you're getting at."

[warsofasoiaf]

Do you have head cannons or educated guesses for Gulltown as a city, as far as characteristics go compared to Oldtown, White Harbor and Kings Landing?

Given the importance of Gulltown as a port in the winter when the mountain passes are snowed in. Since it's said that Gulltown has excellent seamstresses, I have a headcanon that women dominate certain guilds such as spinning and silkmaking are female-dominated. I imagine that they would also be related industries with a thriving presence in Gulltown such as the dye industry. While I think Braavos would primarily purchase lumber from the North via White Harbor, I think that Braavosi ships would pick up valuable grain from Gulltown, and it would be a stop on their circuit returning home from trade further south, as the last port of call before returning back home.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[crowfonder]

@melovez aside from being stuck in silk it was a good day

[dynastes-iaconus]

General glossary of things for the Hive AU! More stuff will be added over time, most likely.

Hive Iacon: Though once a great and powerful Hive, Hive Iacon has had to rebuild itself after the Schism. Only the oldest members recall the golden age of the Hive’s influence and power. Many of the younger members want to rename the Hive as ‘Hive Metroplex’ in honor of their new home and territory.

The Swarm: Megatron’s roving troupe. With no true established lands, the Swarm is known for being aggressive, unfriendly towards outsiders, and never being where you last saw them. They do make a pilgrimage once every eight seasons to Kaon’s Grand Market, though, and there are rumors of some level of permanent development in the caves of Tarn.

The Ark: A massive, towering tree that had been hollowed out after being struck by a lighting strike several hundred decavorn ago. Despite the destruction, the Ark still lived on. Hive Iacon reestablished themselves after the Schism in its trunk and boughs, and have begun excavation attempts into the hill below. The Ark and surrounding territory is referred to as ‘Metroplex Ridge’.

Prime: Basically what humans would consider a ‘queen’ of the a hive. Some hives have multiple Primes with the oldest being the Magnus. Hive Iacon has Optimus Prime (formerly Oberon Pax), who ascended after Sentinel Prime’s death.

Optimus Prime also holds the Matrix, a mysterious relic passed down since the establishment of Hive Iacon. Presumably, other Hives have similar relics of their own... These are not requirements for being a Prime, however.

Court: Each Prime within a hive establishes a Court of their own, which can be comprised of multiple individuals from any caste. Particularly close and trusted members of a Prime’s court may be referred to as that Prime’s attendants or advisors. Large Courts sometimes break themselves off and establish their own Hives. Hot Rod may end up going this route as he matures into a Prime.

The Schism: A violent disagreement that tore Hive Iacon in half and destroyed their original home in Iacon Basin. The survivors who remained behind had become increasingly isolated and restricted until the death of Sentinel Prime and the subsequent rise of Optimus Prime.

Stories spoke of the traitors who fled the Hive to try and establish themselves in the Wastes to the South. Current events have been proving these rumors true, with the arrival of Megatron, the heir of the original leader of the rebellion.

Pupation: A process through which one reaches maturity. Sparkgrubs (immature faerie) hibernate for anywhere between one to five seasons and emerge a mature member of the Hive. Rarely a fae may undergo a second pupation and emerge as a Prime.

Hiveless: Wandering fae with no Hive or allegiances. Sometimes derogatorily called Wildlings, Hiveless are treated with suspicion by many.

Caste: What role a fae fulfills within the Hive. Sometimes a fae has their name appended by a title, depending on both caste and whether or not they feel like they want it.

Scouts and Drones are invaluable as explorers and gatherers for the hive, as well as being the best way to spread information very quickly.

Knights (sometimes called Warriors or Guardians) are dedicated to protecting their hive. A phalanx of Knights is often headed by a Warlord, and Warlords are usually coordinated by the Hive’s Lord Protector. The Lord Protector is often also part of the Magnus’ Court, if a Hive has a Magnus.

Healers are your medics and miracle workers. Some double as religious leaders.

Other Hives may have other castes depending on climate and needs.

The Mithril Sea: An enormous body of liquid solvent that borders Metroplex Ridge to the northwest. Rung’s from the other side of the Sea, apparently, but no one else in Hive Iacon has ever been across it. There are several islands dotting the coast line that have friendly aquatic and amphibious faerie communities, as well as more solitary fae along the shore.

Hive Caminus: a Hive that Hive Iacon used to be friendly with. Though they had been cut off during the Isolation, recent efforts have been made to reconnect with them. Hive Caminus is to the northeast, beyond a region known as the Rust Bowl. Known for their beautiful tapestries and weavings, created by their Spinners and Silkmakers.

Hive Vos: Once a powerful Hive in the southeast cliffs, Hive Vos is now known for corruption and hedonism. Unlike most Hives, Vos is highly monarchist and their rulers are direct descendants of their first Winglord, Liege Maximo. They may or may not have a connection to the Swarm through their missing Prince, Starscream. Vosnians are renown for their speed, viciousness, and parasitic tendencies.

Hive Velocitron: One of the few Hives entirely underground, most Velocitronians lack wings. Not much is known of Velocitron beyond their proximity to Hive Caminus and their masterful contributions to Kaon’s Grand Market.

Kaon: An arid area far to the east, dominated by a massive mountain known as Kolkutar in the local dialect... or Tarn, in common. Kaon is fairly infamous for Hiveless marauders, general lawlessness, and being home to particularly dangerous creatures known as Sand Drillers.

Once every few seasons a Grand Market pops up around one of the scattered oases-- and disappears back into the sands just as swiftly. It is said you can buy anything your spark desires, if you’re willing to trade for it...

The Voiceless: non-sentient insects and animals. Often prey for carnivorous faeries. (thank you, @reclusiveformerwarlord!)

[neale64]

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A demo on the pulling of #silk at the #jimthompsonhouse - the cocoons are placed in boiling water and the "threads" are pulled up #silkmaking #thaisilk (at Jim Tomson House)

[djlonestarofficial]

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