#black silk

[ayandagama]

Valentines is coming....

[wintercorrybriea]

pattern___recognition x black silk tattoo work

[missdysphoria]

Just me, enjoying how soft these silk sheets are 🥰🖤✨

[angelnumber27]

hi 🗡️🖤

[tanuki-kimono]

Super pleasing colors for this yabane (arrow fletching) inspired kimono, paired with a cute Japanese Spitz black based obi (reproduction of an antique design)

[prissypixie]

Ruffled Silk Gown by Mirror Palais🕸️

[unrealproportions]

[banyun-gong]

손손 (Sonson, ソンソン) - 黑絲OL

[hopelesslingerie]

Hopeless

[crying4u]

[modadivas]

Kristen Stewart

Chanel celebrates the 2023 Berlinale with a dinner at the boros bunke Closing Ceremony - Feb 25th, Chanel Ambassador and President of the 73rd Berlin International Film Festival, wore a black silk and crochet dress, look 63, from the Spring Summer 2023 Ready-to-Wear collection. Chanel shoes. Chanel Makeup.

Chanel hosted a dinner celebrating the opening of the 2023 Berlinale, being held this year in the heart of the German capital between 16th and 26th February. The jury for this 73rd Berlin International Film Festival is chaired by the actress and Chanel ambassador Kristen Stewart. READ MORE ARTICLE: https://www.modadivasmagazine.com/en/2023/02/19/chanel-berlinale-cena-nel-bunker-di-boros-kristen-stewart/

[mahoganygold213]

Galia Lahav Spring 2024 Couture Collection, Amor

Fuego| Black Silk Lace Tulle Mermaid Gown

[angelnumber27]

🗡️🩸

[zanniscaramouche]

Find A Word - WIP Game

An eon ago I was tagged by @justanothershadeofblue & @greenblueish to do the word search thing! I Had a lot of WIPs to search through so I apologise in advance for the length of this. Here are some snippets with the words I was given! Let me know your fave and which one you're most curious about! :D Tagging: @eeveelouu @disgruntledkittenface @runaway-train-works @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @lululawrence @crinkle-eyed-boo @kingsofeverything @haztobegood @scrunchyharry @beelou @soldouthaz @risthebrave @louloubabys1992 @alwaysxlarrie @justalarryblog @fallinglikethis @fournipplesau @theisolatedlily @allwaswell16 @sadaveniren @louandhazaf @cyantific @jacaranda-bloom @larry-hiatus @loulovehome @thinlinez Your words are: Feel - Sound - Neck - Home

GENTLE

Once the Dark Divides The fingers on his chin are gentle. Louis still jumps at the firm contact guiding him to tilt up and see Harry’s face. A face he’s seen a thousand times before, at every age and every emotion. A face he thought he knew well. This Harry may as well be a stranger in his friend’s body, the strict line of his mouth and an ebony glint in his eye that warns of depth hidden beneath the green. Harry’s fingers hold Louis just tight enough to keep him stable. He could probably get out of the hold if he tried. He doesn’t try.

GLASS

The Sound the Sea Makes The glass shatters into diamonds at his feet. He doesn’t feel the shards of crystal slicing into his soles or the water slicking the cold floor when he falls to it. His entire life source is cut in half. The essence of his being is petrified in shock. His hand cradles the spot on his neck he’s never thought much about, a name on his lips he’s never stopped knowing.  Louis.

FLOWER

The Top of Your Lungs This pack is one of the woods. They know how to weave through trees and climb branches, their fingers deft in the art of weaving flower stems and wielding axes. 

GIGGLE

If I Could Fly Just as the heat starts to build again, Louis digs his fingers into Harry’s soft sides. The kiss breaks off as Harry yelps, squirming as he gasps with giggles in an attempt to get away.  “Mercy, fucking mercy,” Harry pleads, only for the sneaky boy to flip Louis over and return the attack with mischievous fingers.  “You little shit,” Louis giggles beneath him, bracketed by Harry’s knees and adjusting to the weight of him in his lap.   If Louis had a kryptonite, it would be Harry’s laughter. So even when every muscle still aches from falling fifty feet, when it hurts to laugh and he has to duck under his fringe to hide a flinch as Harry’s fingers find hidden injuries, he doesn’t stop. If anything he encourages him to keep going just to make the bright moment last longer. 

EAT

Black Silk “Louis?”  Louis hums, too weak for words. He blinks slow. Harry’s face hasn’t changed by the time his eyes open again. That permanent frown with a deep line across his forehead.  “You, uh. Your…” Harry trails off, struggling. Louis should be concerned, he knows he should be, and maybe he will once he eats. He eyes the table from where he lays and the distance looks comparable to the Sahara. He won’t make it. Maybe he just needs a nap. Yeah, sleep. He should sleep.

RAIN

If My Heart Were Mine The cold glass on his cheek brings him back to the window bench. The bottom of his stomach is a tar pit of heavy disgust.  “You’ve no right to be jealous,” Harry says softly, thoughts churning like murky water, words filling his lips before he knows what they are. Louis tilts his head, leans in closer as the look on his face finally turns softer with boyish honesty. “Don’t I?”  Maybe it’s the room they’re in, maybe it’s the reason they’re there at all. Maybe it’s the rain on the window pane. It’s impossible to know why the words come out the way they do when Harry says, “It would have been you if you were there.” 

FLUSH & WISH

If My Heart Were Mine “Louis, you’re not listening-”  “Fuck you! You’re the one not fucking answering the question.”  “There’s more to it-”  “Yes or no!”  Liam meets Harry’s eyes over Louis’s shoulder. They are swimming with tears of guilt. It is the worst thing Harry has ever seen.  “No,” Harry says because that’s the only answer there is.  Louis turns to him, chest heaving from yelling, face flushed with it.  Liam’s shoulders slump in defeat.  “No,” Harry says again, voice cracking on the single syllable. Limb by limb his body is consumed with emotion. He shakes his head, blinking away hot tears and gripping the doorway for support.  “What’s going on?”  Harry looks into the corridor where the question came from. Niall stands under harsh fluorescents that remark on every crease of his serious face. Harry wishes desperately to rewind the past five minutes. He shouldn’t have come down here, he shouldn’t have got on this boat. He should have stayed in the deep still-water of the ocean where he didn’t have to endure the pain of existing. He can’t take it. He can’t even stand. Leaning heavily on the wall is not enough to keep the weight of every second he's been alive dragging him to the floor. He shrinks until he’s curled inward, chest heaving, on the cold tiles.  “Tell them,” Louis snarls from somewhere above. “Tell them how you lied about everything we’re doing.” 

[atelierminuit]

8.8.2023 baby d.