#tapistry

[kuipiedekat]

Chasing your own tail (Corona edition)

[wikileaks]

hi im drunk and i play guitar badly :3

[abridgerton]

My Duty, My Honor {Reader x Anthony}

Part 1/?

Word Count: 1.5k+

Triggers: Kissing, suggestive talk, forced marriage

Summary: Lily Wickham was caught with Anthony in a secret rondevouz in the garden, leaving her and the rakinsh Viscount no choice but to get married - even if she detests him.

A/N: Hello! I adore writing for Anthony, and I particularly like where this story is going - so please, if you enjoy reading this, please let me know that it would be worth writing a part two!

~ Sometimes, when I close my eyes I can imagine myself in a world where I am free; someplace where I am not bound to my duty or my family. To love freely with whom I choose - to find happiness in my other half. Oh, I long for the day I find romance and acceptance; for the first time in my life I shall know joy ~

My hopeful dreams of a love match have disappeared entirely as of last night. The Viscount Bridgerton asked for my hand in marriage two twilights ago, and upon the insistence of my mother, I accepted.

When I was a young girl I entertained myself with fantasies of my prince charming - a gallant man who would sweep me off my feet and carry me into the sunset; a man who was decorated with manners and grace, a man who I would be proud to father my children. Viscount Bridgerton is far from what I had in mind. Perhaps my disdain for him stems from the wild cowlick hair that stands up off the back of his head, or that annoying purr in his voice when he speaks.

"Lydia," he panted in agony, "we should not be here..." His shimmering green eyes momentarially connected with mine, as he ran his devilishly dark irises along the length of my body - up and down before landing on my lips, and planting a soft kiss. I have never known such bliss, or such rebellion. Something about the impertinence made him so .. exciting. Anthony was the forbidden fruit, and I could not help but take a bite.

"Something about his arrogant countenance displeases me," I thought as I sat near the foot of my bed, staring at the gold trimmed white wall in front of me. To my right, on the nearby wall sat my families tapistry, woven from the finest gold, green, and red threads my ancient family could source. It displayed my families crest - an ornate display of leopards and snakes intertwining a large shield engraved with the family name, Wickham.

This tapestry was purposefully placed in my chambers as a permanent reminder of my duty to the family. No matter the circumstance, it is my duty to populate my family line - and I must do so by marrying well. As far as Viscount Bridgerton goes, he is head of the wealthiest estate in the county. Though I disapprove of him, I cannot deny the advantages of giving him my hand - a sizeable dowry for my future daughters, a place in society, an esate to own; oh, this life would be any womans dream.

Sometimes , late at night when I'm alone , I envision myself as Viscountess and head woman of the Bridgerton house; I will not jest, the idea of such prestige is a pleasant one. The union would bring me a new wardrobe, fine carriages, and luxury beyond anything I have ever known.

Marriage to this rakish man is my one chance of living in such splendor. Why must it he him that I marry? Why could Colin have not been first born? Or Benedict? Why Anthony?

I would rather resign my life away to an artist or a nomad than a man of such disgusting hubris. Nonetheless, I am the first born daughter of my family, and thus I must secure my position. After all, I will be the one responsible for paying their dowries and assimilating them into society.

What a terrible burden.

"Madam?" My ladies maid loudly called out from behind my chamber room door, "it is time to be dressed."

"Already?" panic resounded through my head, "I'm not ready..."

Despite my internal doubts, I beckoned my ladies maid to join me. As she entered the room, I noticed an emerald green silk gown with silver embellishments sprawled across her arms. I had never seen this gown before, a genuine suprise to me.

"Where did you get this?" I asked the ladies maid in an accusatory tone.

She waited to respond, continuing to lay the wrinkles out on the dress - but after a few beats she met my eyes for a moment, "It was picked up today from the modiste," she answered in a flat tone, "I'm told it was a rush order."

This response was shocking at first, for I did not know my mother was already arranging my marriage wardrobe. It is true - the Viscount and I had a whirlwind romance; it had not even been two weeks after we met that we were declared to be married. It had all happened so quickly that night in the garden ...

I remember the way his fair skin shone in the ambient starlight - his radience illuminating the vines around the garden wall - and the way the flowers around us smelled after the fresh rain that evening. He bewitched me with just one flash of that charming smile, just one glance with him was enough to break down my walls and give myself to him. "You are utterly breathtaking," he whispered into my ear, the heat of his breath warming the full of my lips, "I cannot control myself ..." Even the memory was intoxicating - ruining my head all over again.

It was only a kiss. Just one.

Thats all it took.

Now I will be Viscountess Bridgerton - what a terrifying thought.

I wish so terribly that Mrs. Featherington had not been out for a promenade that night. I wish we would have chosen the library, or the closet, or anywhere more discreet ... but the garden? What were we, animals?

My daydreaming was swiftly interrupted once again by a hughty womans voice, "Ma'am" my maid beckoned, "we really must begin.."

I loudly huffed, forced to remember that my time is never truly my own. "Right," I replied, "we must be going soon." She nodded with me in agreement.

With a heavy sigh, I positioned myself in front of my bed post, and grabbed hold-

"Breathe out!" my maid shouted, "Suck in!" she barked, and I did as I was told. She pulled the laces tighter, and tighter around my chest until I was sure my ribs would snap. What would society say then? Would they say I was unfit to marry due to injury? Perhaps I could befall some tradgedy, so I may spare Anthony and I the impending disaster of this match ...

-she began to work on my hair. I watched as she pinned my long stands of platinum blonde hair into an updo upon the crown of my head. She separated thin locks of my hair into tight spirals, exposing the back of my neck and freeing my shoulders from the weight of my hair. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see the uncertainty written across my features as plain as day. What if he changed his mind and left me jilted? What if we truly were miserable together? Would I be able to love him?

Ouch! I gasped as my maid mistakingly nicked my scalp with a starp hairpin. She immediately recoiled and appologized, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I did not mean to be so careless-"

I met her eyes in the mirror and cut her off, "It's fine, Mary," I let out a small exhale and looked down at the wooden floor below by vanity, "just continue, please." Mary nodded and swifty began pinning my hair again.

I hate the fuss and the frills and the dancing that is expected of a lady. Its all so ... dramatic! Why should I be forced to ready myself for hours to be considered presentable to society? Why should I not be given the privilege of skipping out on events of the ton like my brothers?

As much as these questions bothered me, I could not focus on them for too long. Mary had finished my hair and powder, which meant I was officially ready to be transported. Mary placed her hand gently on my right shoulder - just next to the lace trimming of my dress, and spoke, "M'lady, its time." I rose from my chair with a grim expression and began straigntening out the front of my dress.

I could not let the Viscount see me in such a distressed state.

"One. Two. Three," I counted slowly, "inhale, exhale .."

"Okay," I said to Mary, "I think I'm ready."

She turned to me and smiled with her dark lips curled into a delicate smirk and her eyebrows tightly drawn. Perhaps she saw the desprate look on my face, or the small bead of sweat forming on my brow, because she felt the need to remind me of my duty.

"You know what you must do," Mary whispered as she grabbed my hands, "you know what must be done."

Her words awoke something in me - something dutiful and ancient. Like my mother, and her mother, and back and back and back, I would marry well and secure my position for my future children.

Though these things were true, I might as well have been walking to the gallows. This was the end of my feedom; my secret horseback rides at dawn, lonesome walks into town, silent nights - these would all be stolen from me within the confines of marriage. My life would never be my own.

One stolen moment in the garden left me bound to a man I could not detest more. The heavens must be frowning upon be in this moment.

[https-envy]

donnie headcannon (rottmnt)

he has a whole ass pinterest board for looks for his lab, like he has those stupid LED lights on there

maybe the nicki minaj american flag tapistry, speaking from the heart here

[rifter-pride]

wine tapistri is something which i can actually be so normal about,

[lazypanartist]

One Raphael x Reader, hold the lettuce. Order up.

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Tuck. Crease. Fold. Unfold. Pinch.

You watched in horror as one of your fellow Foot Ninjas flew past where you had ducked down, crashing through the wall in a heap.

Pinch. Crease. Flip. Flatten.

Thankfully, you hadnt been spotted yet, more Real ninjas throwing themselves at the mutants who had showed up at the small heist.

Tuck. Tuck. Fold. Bend.

Incorrect. Wrong shape.

Growling under your breath, you crumpled the now messed up paper and dropped it among the several others.

"ANY TIME YOU WANT TO START, NEWBIE, WOULD BE APPRECIATED!"

You couldn't help the squeak escaping you, face becoming more and more red as you tried again. You were thankful for your pouch with plenty of origami paper, this was downright shameful.

Blood and darkness, why couldnt you get this right?!

Your mind buzzed loudly, your hands twitching slightly as you started again. Quick, quick, you had to be QUICK, come on. Left, Right, pinch. Crease. Flip. Fold, Crease...Fold? No, no You needed to unfold this, and-

Wrong fold. Paper ruined. Incorrect creases meant that the magic wouldnt work.

You bit your tongue as shouts and laughs rang out, the sounds of violent kicks and clashing echoing loudly in your brain.

Faster. Faster. You had to do this. This was your first REAL mission and-

You thankfully ducked down, eyes wide as a large body slammed through the statue you hid yourself behind. The stone and marble was rubble now, falling around you as you couldnt help locking eyes with the massive, sharp, bulky, red-clad....

Oh no. No thanks.

Whimpering, you scrambled to your feet and bolted, surrying away and down a tiled hallway. You could hear one of your fiery superiors yell for you, but you weren't about to get your back snapped over the knee of that brute. No Sir.

Quiet. Quiet, you needed somewhere quiet.

Your superiors would have had made thirty papercraft soldiers by now. You were struggling with your first.

Quiet. Quiet, you needed quiet- why couldnt your hands stop shaking, oh stars above you could feel your throat tighten-

There!

Sucking in a breath, you launched yourself into a quiet, dark gallery full of paintings and tapistries of fearsome dragons. Your breathing came out in frantic gasps that made your ribs ache. Trembling fingers dove into your paper pouch.

--

"RAPHAEL, AFTER THEM! WE HAVE IT COVERED OUT HERE!"

The eldest brother staggered to his feet and barreled after you, hollering back at Mikey to be safe as he trailed where you had fled.

Worry at first was eating at him. Could you be after the mystic artifact hidden away in here? But, that didnt make sense. If you were, you would head to the section with the large sets of armour and fancy weapons. Maybe it was a distraction? Did you have a secret weapon, a trap? Maybe-

He skidded to a halt, a strangled sob making him freeze before he accidentally dashed past the room to his right and missed it entirely. Quietly, cautiously, the two-toed turtle crept as silently as his large body would allow, slinking over to where he heard shuddering breaths and-

"S-stUPid hANDs!!" you snarled, fingers twitching and trying to pinch the corner of a piece of paper, but the hands themselves shaking so bad that the paper crinkled and you gave a wail of dismay. The mask you had worn was tossed aside, and tears streamed down your face as you glared at the offending appendages. In a fit you kicked the marred sheet aside.

....Oh god. You were CRYING. Raph didn't know what to do, and as he slipped on another failed creation of yours, you whipped around, eyes wide in fear.

"S-stay back!!"

"Hey, hey! It's cool!"

"I'm serious!" You barked, uncaring of your splotchy face and soaked cheeks. Your shaking hands went to the pouch, pulled out a sheet of clean paper...and immediately it was dropped.

You went red as you fell to your knees, struggling to pick at the corners of the paper.

"I-I mean it! Stay back! I just-come on, just grab it-"

"I can...Wait. It's fine." Raphael blinked, hands up placatingly, watching as you struggled to fold the paper into quarters.

Were you...did he scare you that badly? The mutant frowned, kneeling next to you.

"W-What are you- Go! Run away! Once I finish this, I'll-I'll use it to attack- god, NO!!!" The ruined paper was flung away. "Stupid! Stupid, stupid hands!! Why won't you work?!"

Now, Raphael wasn't sure what compelled him. Maybe it was because he was the eldest brother, or maybe it was the tears that were still trailing down your cheeks, but he didn't even notice he had held your hands in his own large ones until your glossy eyes looked up at his own, swimming with worry, frustration, and fear.

Your hands were practically vibrating between his, so much your forearms spasmed sometimes.

"Hey now, take it easy. Just take a deep breath with Raph, okay?"

"Let- don't patronize me! Let go, I-"

"Ready? In for four. Deep breath 1, 2, 3, 4. Out 1, 2..."

You resisted for a while, cursing and struggling against his sturdy grip, but eventually you gave in and followed his instruction, until after a while he was sitting next to you, much calmer.

"There. Better...?"

You nodded, huffing a bit as you glared at the waxed floor.

"Good. Now, why don't you tell ol Raph what's the problem, hm?"

You couldn't stop your tongue before the words began spilling out.

"I'm so...Angry! I'm good at origami! I'm usually so good, and I can make all sorts of stuff, but I was told to make paper ninjas and I messed up the first one, no big deal, let me try again. and again. and again again again and I just!!" You hiccuped, looking up and brushing a few new tears away. "This is my first mission. All I have to do, is make. Papercraft. Easy. But I cant even make one. I made TWENTY in the base, and I just...."

"Maybe you need to slow down?"

Blinking, you looked back up to the massive turtle. In response he shrugged, giving you a boyish grin.

"My brotha likes makin stuff. Sometimes, when he works too fast, or pushes himself too hard, he starts getting...'buzzies' he says. They make it harder for him to work, an' then they just kinda compound. Struggle, so you work harder, then the buzzies happen, so you struggle, so you work harder, so then they get worse....you get it?"

The teen watched as you nodded quietly, staring down at your hands. They were shaking still, but had calmed down to a light tremble.

Raphael had to admit, he was glad. He thinks you might assume he didnt hear when you whimpered that they hurt.

"So...I mean, you uh...What can ya do? Like, origami-wise? Just ninjas?"

Snorting, you shook your head. "I mean, I can do a lot. I'm only supposed to do ninjas though. Animals aren't allowed or whatever..."

"Says who?"

"My bosses."

"Weeelll...." the broad shouldered snapper shrugged, "I mean, sorry to say this, but I think its a bit late for that. The fight's wrappin' up. My brothers probably trounced their sorry butts like a BOSS."

"Yeah..." you mumbled, slipping a sheet out of your pouch. Your shaking was calmed to a minimum. You could work with minimum. "...you like cats?"

The snaggle-toothed ninja grinned in interest as he peered over your shoulder, watching as you worked. Soon, despite the mild shakes, you cast out a papery shape, and before your eyes, an origami cat came to life.

You smiled slightly as the intimidating terrapin reached over, three fingeredhand outstretched before he whined as it scurried off down the hall, bolting away.

"Man, even paper animals don't let me pet em..."

"Aww, I'm sorry. You got any requests? I can do like, four different cranes, dragons, whales-"

"Can you do a turtle?"

The two of you sat in that dark exhibit, him watching as you made shape after shape that came alive and fled. Turtle, monkey, eagle, hummingbird, fish (which you dumped your water bottle on and put out of its floppy misery), pig, even a shockingly more detailed snake than he thought it would be. You were slow, methodical, and made sure to stop occasionally to shake your hands out or let them rest.

Things were fine, until even your blood chilled at the high pitched SCREAM for Raphael that echoes the halls. The two of you looked at one another, your concern reflecting his fear, and the two of you bolted to find the source. You managed to snag the surprise craft you had been working on before fleeing, wanting to really wow the big guy. But, you supposed that would have to wait.

The two of you rounded a corner to see the three other brothers overwhelmed. The blue and orange ones were littered with cuts and scratches, and the purple one was slumped over, clutching his side as he glared at your bosses.

Your hands began to shake.

Raphael immediately ran over to his brothers, and you were left alone, flitting behind a pillar.

"Ah, there's the fourth one. Quick, take the artifact and lets get out of here." You heard one of your superiors drawl out.

"What about newbie?"

"Forget em. They failed us, they failed the mission. They're not worthy of the Foot clan."

Tears stung your eyes.

(Deep breaths. Deep breaths.)

The sound of fighting began, you could make out your red-bandana'd friend-friend??- roar in rage and the sound of a scuffle made itself known. Your breathing quickened, your fingers shook, and-

(Calm. Slow. 1, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4.)

You covered your mouth in shock when Raphael flew past you once more, slamming into the ground hard with a cry of pain and anger. His shell scraped the floor, digging gouges into the linoleum.

Your eyes locked.

His were pleading with your petrified form.

Slowly, methodically, mindlessly, you kept your eyes on his as you didn't think. Fold. Crease. Accordian. Accordian. Bend. Flip.

You tuned out your bosses, eyes only on your friend.

You heard him shout something- you think one of his brothers had been grabbed, and your fingers sped up.

Fold fold crease pinch twistfoldflippress-

The terrapin stood up on shaking feet and ran back out into the fight. Clash. Smash. Yell, blows.

Faster. Faster. You could do it. You-

Perfect.

Quickly, you darted out in front of the four mutants your bosses put as target number one, putting yorself between them and the leaders.

(Targets number one? Targets number ones? Whatever. VIP Enemies.)

"Ah! Rookie. Come on, you and I will be having a very long talk once we get back to the lair. Grab the artifact and let's-"

"Hey, Raph? Wanna see something really cool?"

You glanced over at him, a paper shape cupped in his hand that he couldn't make out from where he knelt on the floor.

He shot you a snaggle-toothed smirk. "I'd love to."

You ignored how your face got hot and heart fluttered.

"Newbie, what are you-"

Your hands cast out, Raphael watched as the smoke billowed around you like a cloud. Shadowed against the stark white form, he probably should have been looking at the massive creation, a paper dragon snarling at the foot clan ninjas.

He was too busy staring in awe at your confident grin, unaware of your own shaking hands.

Ohhhhhh my gog. The big brother instinct?? Breathing exercises?? "Hey, Raph? Wanna see something really cool?"

I have been SENT

[nightmyst14-blog]

Soul Jam HC/Theory

This is something I wrote for AU fanfic I'm writing, but do think this a good theory/rant.

Keep in mind, I'm not an expert on CRK, nor am I admitting I want to be. If there is some plot holes, which I'm sure are, so pls share.

OKAY-

It can be somebody related to them, or not. But they must have a bond with that person, with good intentions. In my head, it was the Soul Jam's itself to pick the next person. The ancients themselves can pick up this in dreams.

I believe the Soul Jam has actual forms. Like a spirit or divine being. They have the ability to speak to their 'host' in dreams or visions, like how Pure Vanilla's Soul Jam, Light of Truth, spoke to him in a vision, restoring his memories.

They act less like a god, but more like the host's extra concuioness. But they cannot really interact with the physical world, just with their host. For example, Dark Cacao doesn't get a vision, like PV and Holly. Instead he gets turned into a different form. I personally think that his Soul Jam , Light of Resolution stepping in. They took over Dark Cacao's body to protect him, but due Pom's magic affected Dark Cacao, The king's fight or flight response were on high alert, attacking anything that gets close.

The reason he didn't get a vision is because his mind was clouded. His isolation, grief, and harsh thinking after the Dark Flour War made it hard for his Light to reach, especially with Affogato clouding his mind with lies and half-truths. But they were still there, wanting to help in any way possible. Once Dark Cacao held onto his signature sword again, the bond was restored.

It was told in the Creme Republic (I think?) that Each of the Ancient's Soul Jam does not work well if the person has bad intentions or misdeeds with it. It is 100% pure light magic. It can withstand dark magic, hence we saw PV go up againist Dark Enchantress' blast.

I like to believe they have actual forms, at least ones that can be easily looked at. They take on appearances based on the host's memories, personality, and experiences. They can't be killed nor destroyed. They appear strongest in their host's dream, but they can interact with their offspring.

Here's 2 examples of how they appear in dreams from my fanfic "A Paw covered in Lilies"

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The mage soon finds herself in a garden, filled with lilies. Petals floated around her, filling the cosmos above her. She walked around, amazed at this strange place. She soon came across a gazebo, with a figure standing there. A woman. They were a long green dress, similar to her own. A black veil covered the woman’s face, white hair spilling around their feet.

White Lily looked at the strange woman, confused. “W-What do you want from me?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

The veiled stranger said nothing, just pointed to her staff. The Soul Jam was glowing in and out, as if it was speaking. Lily placed a hand on it, soon hearing a voice..

“Can you understand me now?” Said the voice, sounding familiar, seeming to echo around Lily. She looked back at the stranger, seeing that were closer now.

“ Was…was that you?” She asked, soon seeing the stranger chuckle.

“ I guess it has been a while since we spoke, correct?” They said, “But I’m glad our bond is becoming intact again.”

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“Young Prince…”

Dark Choco opens his eyes. looking around. He was standing in a snowy forest, in front of a bridge. It was hard to see, the falling snow only allowing to see 3 feet in front of him. He kept walking, hoping the bridge could lead him somewhere.

Two dragons were standing there at the end of the bridge, no larger than a cream wolf. It was like the ones he’s seen on tapistries around the castle. One had dark scales, a purple eye on the right side. The other had white scales, with a purple eye on the left.

He was a bit startled, but kept his head.

“ Am.. Am I dreaming?” He asked the dragons, who seemed to nod.

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I believe that most of the Ancient's children/ grandchildren will get to bond with the Soul Jam, aka Dark Choco and Princess. I would say Tiger Lily, but Princess is more like Hollyberry, hence her love for adventure and passion for helping others.

Dark Choco is VERY much like his father, in strength and in personality. Now that he is free from the Strawberry Jam Sword, I feel he will once again gain its power, after he goes on a self- discovery and comes back from exlie. He still gets dreams from his father's Soul Jam, pushing him to the right direction.

Everyone seems to agree (and I do too) that Clover definitely is White Lily's son. They're quiet, and tend to keep to themselves. They're wanderers, always going to place to place. I feel he is aware of his connection with the connection with the Soul Jam , especially his mother's I call Light of Hope.

It is unconfirmed that Pure Vanilla has a heir himself, but he has plenty of bonds he he made with others. I do like to think little Custard the 3rd will get the Soul Jam, but he is STILL a child. Much too young for that big of a responsibility. So I believe PV's Light will pick Clotted Cream , due to his bonds with Custard the 3rd and how much he cares for others.

I'm unsure about Golden Cheese, which I call hers Light of Courage , But I hope we get some more info about her, which we barely have. I know I've mentioned that her child could be Rougefort, but I imagine they have to earn the right to be the next holder, not just be related to them.

I hope you guys like my LONG rant/theory. I'm open to suggestions, or ideas of who could be the next successor, bc I'm pretty sure mine is far from perfect.

[rarepears]

My brain; Dont do it bro-

Me; *imagines an epic tapistry of pomeranian bingpup holding a massive (compared to him) xinmo in his mouth against a gigantic three-headed female cane corso growling with lava drool dripping out of its mouth making a river of lava splitting before bingpup and a massive immortal next to, and a little behind, the cane corso scowling down on bingpup as he bravely steps his tiny winy paw forward in order to claim his hubby.*

Me & My Brain; -UCK

I. Can. Not. Draw. This.

Whelp, time to check out those internet AI drawing app things. Wish me luck.

This would fit perfectly into #PIDW reborn as cats and Shen Jiu is the lucky cat owner au except the gigantic three headed monster is the ordinary pet dog that Shen Jiu has and this is all in Bingpup's dreams.

Bingpup still can't get over the fact that Shen Jiu's most favorite pet of the whole bunch isn't the peak lord cats nor Bingpup, but the ordinary dog who didn't reincarnate. The ordinary dog is also a fucking coward who's either terrified of strangers knocking on doors or bowls over strangers for pats and bribes.

Hmph! Bingpup is the only effective guard dog in this household and he should be rewarded for it!

[More in the #PIDW reborn as cats and Shen Jiu is the lucky cat owner au]

[danny-fenton-blog]

Was just doing my thing, playing video games, when a rock came flying through my open window. It had a 10 dollar bill and a note attatched. It says: "Danny, when the celestial tapistry alligns, cast thy gems into the lakes embrace. Signed CW. Deliver this to Danny Fenton via ask". Any ideea what this is about? Also used the money to buy ice cream.

The time has arrived my brothers and sisters

We must make hast for the great one is soon to come!

[vintage-tech]

1989 calendar tapistry feat. Swiss bovine.

[secretsofdbz]

⛰ Earthquake, 🌊 Tsunami, 🌋 Volcanic Eruption, 🌈 Rainbow :)

⛰ Earthquake - Which WIP has the least worldbuilding?

Considering I only have two WIPs, I guess the different adult story (TruSev) has no world building at all XD

🌊 Tsunami - When and where do you like to write?

On my desktop, whenever actually! I can write on my laptop but I've been recluse for a while now so I don't need to use the laptop :D

🌋 Volcanic Eruption - What's your biggest flaw as a writer?

Wanting validation and recognition all while always writing unpopular stuff lmao I'm a baaaad person.

🌈 Rainbow - What do you think makes your story unique / stand out?

I always plant seeds that pay off later, and some readers catching on giiiiives me life! I'm really proud of the tapistry I made haha.

Ask meme!

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Thinking about fae and fihrie culture, gifts and debts, and it made me wonder what if Cor was fae in You Gave Me My Soul? Would he have to observe different rules for giving the Galahkari back their possessions? Especially the pelt?

Yes.

He wouldn’t just drive up to the HQ or Little Galahd and hand the possessions out.

Cor would most likely be more sneaky and just... leave stuff where the owner can find it. It freaks people out big time.

Like, there you are, going back to your shitty job with the shitty pay because you need it and bam! there in the locker is that spider silk scarf your grandmother wove for you by hand. Or you go to your usual haunt - doing graffiti because you need there to be colour in all that grey - and there wedged in the wall is you father's crystal calligraphy set.

Questions are asked and no one knows the answer. Who is doing these things? How are they doing it? How do they know what belongs to whom?

Some are worried. What if it's a trick? What will the price be for this? Will they be able to pay it?

But most people start to be cautiously hopeful, especially as more things turn up. Tapistries, jewellery, charms, beads, cloth, mementos.

And then. The crownig piece.

One day Nyx steps into the changing room in the Kingsglaive Headquarters, and there it is. Draped over a bench like this isn't the most monumental thing to happen. His pelt.

There's more than one breakdown happening.

And afterwards the hunt for the person who did this - without having demanded a price for months now - starts in earnest. Galahd has a debt to repay.

[jackdaw316]

I was looking around in the hinterlands and i found this weird tapistry. Inquisition is the first dragon age game I've played, so I don't know if I'm missing a reference to something or not. Does anyone know?

[skqa]

Noble trees stand alone, memorise beautiful tapistries of the forest floor.

A twisted mozaic, never to be replaced, resonating within the fabric of nature itself.

Everything is connected, intertwined, and knotted.

'Nothing Matters' the trees groan, In that moment, I became truly free.

The extecential doubt of life - reduced to two sides of a coin, a metamorphasis to exist as one in itself.

Tipping the scale of life and death; we're already dead.

Dead on arrival.

[subiysu-chan]

Decorative home insulation

Insulation can look pretty.

So, accross Medieval Europe, there was this tradition of beautiful tapistries and later on, beautiful wood and plaster lambris, used to insulate the stone from the cold, insuring bearable tempertures inside.

Other styles could be these very beautiful bed canopies with wool and silks, and the bolsters with elaborate woodwork.

Closer to us, there are these persian rugs on the walls, often used throughout the Soviet Union as a way to thicken and insulate walls.

Outside of Europe, many of the ornementation on tipees and wigwams can be considered a sign of decorative insulation.

Humans instinctively enjoy beauty and elaborate works of art.

Ideas for worldbuilding:

-If a culture has weaving and let's say lives a nomadic lifestyle, maybe their tents could be richly decorated with inside rugs to protect against the brutal cold. Especially the floor, since a nomadic lifestyle would imply making beds very difficult. So how about beautiful geometricly patterned rugs to keep warm.

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What Love Says… Contagious Love

Love energy is contagious. Weaver and the woven, you are the dance of love. Discover the extraordinary in the ordinary with a heart full of love exploring potential and possibilities. You can make love contagious.

Know and remember your thoughts are powerful with conscious awareness. You can lovingly greet, create and bring joy to everything just by being aware of your thoughts and how they resonate in your heart.

You are gifted with abilities to create, to choose, to allow and to become in every moment an expression of love. For you are creator and created, weaver and the woven, a tapistry of love connected to all.

Lovingly play with your thoughts, words, actions with conscious awareness from your heart and know how powerful you are, how contagious love really is as you express it.

Jennifer R. Cook @catsinthebagdesignposts invites you to embrace love in your life and enjoy What Love Says series.