#weaving asmr

[saltpixiefibercraft]

I LIVE I SWEAR. Have this 90's soda cup inspired warp as a proof of life lol.

[measuredandslow]

Moment of peace, extreme weaving close up edition. I was going to put music on this one but the sound was too good. Take a breath, friends 🧡

[cupofclouds]

☁️ Hello dear human ☁️   How are you? I hope you are doing fantastic & that you are enjoying the new season 🌷 Spring makes me want to be and elf and live in Rivendell. So, I kind of had to do this ambience (plus, I adooore Elrond 🥹). 👉🏿 Okay, okay. Let's vote: Team Thranduil or Team Elrond? -Cos I can't decide and I need help- As requested, I tried to include more talking in this one. It's not perfect, but I do hope you like it nevertheless! ❤️‍🩹 So, get yourself a cup of tea (or drink of choice ☕️), your homework & let's travel to Rivendell where Lord Elrond will be the cosiest study companion! As always, thank you for being here, you beautiful soul. 💖 Hugs & lots of elvish love, Cup of Clouds

[themonotonysyndrome]

you talked about celica having a tense relationship with the knight.. and that castin will get to experience the tension firsthand. i kind of think that celica and the knight had a relationships at one point, definitely. or that he likes celica. 🤔 that's gotta be extremely awkward for castin LMAO

Unfortunately, Anon, it's gonna be a lot more... complicated than that. But I can give a little backstory!

In the previous ask, I mentioned that Celica has 3 guardians after the death of her parents. The Anesidora Knight - Eaton - is one of them, but he was Alice's before he was hers. Her mother's Knight, whom she pulled away from a mercenary life. So, he only sticks around because he's loyal to her memories.

This eventually causes issues because Eaton is constantly disappointed that Celica hates her and is nothing like Alice. Still, he protects the Baroness and even teaches her how to fight, though his brand of 'love' is very questionable.

So Castin is definitely not gonna like him, lol.

[femcelhood]

compiter open. computer do assignment. please.

[astraystayyh]

seungmin thinks you’re the prettiest at your most ordinary. fluff and softness. pre-established relationship. (happy (very late) birthday to youuu my @starsandrqindrops i love u 💓)

there is an uncharacteristic tiredness that’s weighing on seungmin’s bones, making the mere act of moving his limbs draining. a faint headache pulsates from the base of his temple, and he shuts his eyes closed, forcing darkness to surround his senses, hoping that it’ll muffle the ache latching to his being.

but what soothes his senses is the sound of running water, more so the knowledge that you are near, just out of reach. you’ll come out soon of the shower and seungmin will be okay.

he doesn’t voice these thoughts to you as you come into the room, towel in hand as you dry your hair, clad in one of his old t-shirts. but his body seems to speak for him, eyes snapping open at the sound of you padding to the bed, spine readjusting so he’d sit against the headboard, eager to look at you more intently.

“tired?” you ask, planting a kiss on his temple before retrieving your hair bush from the bedside drawer. the pain in his head subsides, your existence the antidote for all his ailments.

“no, how was your day?” he asks softly, his warm palm resting on your bare knee. you quickly glance at him, at the way his eyebrows scrunch together ever so slightly, as if begging you to speak, to weave the dreadful silence with your sweet voice.

“it was good, i tried a new restaurant today,” you speak gently, combing slowly through your hair.

“yeah, what is it called?” he says, thumb circling your soft skin. he is no longer angry at the light, for it highlights every contour of your features. he no longer yearns for the dark, as in its absence he gets to see you. in all your ordinary glory.

and you look so beautiful.

“blossom, they have the cutest pastries. i think you’d really like their cheesecake. it’s decorated with edible flowers. and their coffee is to die for,” you recall excitedly, your eyes locking on his every now and then.

“mm,” he says absentmindedly, laying his head atop your lap. “what else did you do?”

“i had the most boring class today, you know the one with…” your voice fades into the background of seungmin’s mind, lingering like a sweet dream that doesn’t disappear even after you wake.

he’s focused on your bare face, and the way your lips move with each word you utter, he sees your gleaming eyes, radiant under the light, although unnecessary— the star you harbor for heart enough to lighten you up. he sees your hair settling into the curls he loves the most, wet droplets falling into your shirt—his. he sees the slate of your nose that he loves to peck and the cheeks he always cradles before sleeping. he sees you, at your most vulnerable state, at your most beautiful one, and he loves you. god, does he love you so much.

“are you even listening to me?” you giggle, running your hand through his black hair, the one you dyed between giddy kisses in the bathroom.

“you are so pretty,” he whispers, voice suddenly hoarse with emotion. he doesn’t know where this love tide came from, but he knows that the weariness is gone, that a warmth only you can produce has replaced it.

your cheeks are no longer devoid of color, a faint pink hue seeping through them. you smile, widely, with no hand before your mouth, no intent to hide from him. “i love you, you are the pretty one.”

“i know,” he smiles cheekily, further burying his head in your lap, arms wound around your legs. “keep talking.”

“what am i? your asmr podcast?” you chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of his head. his headache is long gone.

“yes, you are mine. only mine, right?” he adds, a bit vulnerably, voice weaker.

“only yours.”

[kaciidubs]

Hair Journey

❣ Summary: If he had to choose one thing he adored the most about you, it was your hair. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 2.6k ❣ Warnings: Black! Reader, fluff, slice of life, comfort, Chris has insecurity over his hair, hair talk, low self esteem, slight humor, discussion of future family ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chris is referred to as Christopher, Chris, Baby, and Channie, Reader is referred to as Baby ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Christopher loved you more than words could ever describe - there weren’t enough languages in this universe that could even begin to express the hold you had on his heart; from the top of your head to the very soles of your feet, he adored you.

Of course, if asked about any particularly favorite parts about you, he would always start with your smile, something that was just so undeniably you it made his heart soar - or, for a non-physical attribute, he would choose your voice, reminiscing on the way your warm tone would guide him out of his loud thoughts, and how your soft whispers would lure him to sleep better than any ASMR could try.

However, the part of you he adored the most was your hair, something he never thought he’d ever find himself caring about on a person until he met you.

He could still remember the first day you met, how he found himself getting lost in the beautiful, ringlet curls that framed your face and seemed to defy gravity everywhere else. A few weeks down the line he’d encounter you again, but this time the curls he’d dreamt of were nowhere to be seen, instead, in their place were beautiful braids done up into a ponytail - but, what truly caught his eye, and ears, were the captivating sounds of the beads decorating the ends.

Mentally, he swore he would use the sound they made when they clacked together whenever your head would move with each laugh he charmed out of you in a song one day.

Eventually, he would get used to seeing you with a different style every other time you’d meet, and when you eventually got together and subsequently moved in with him, he found himself absolutely excited over learning your routines, and how they differed to his.

He’d learned that ‘wash day’ didn’t only reference laundry, and realized why whenever that time came around, you claimed you’d be busy the whole afternoon; it was truly a day, and the act of simply watching you go about your routine - with your permission, of course - had him feeling like he had gone through the carefully carried out tasks of detangling, washing, and detangling once more. 

Not to mention the time variation of either styling your hair from that point, or the arm numbing job of blow drying your hair in preparation for the appointment he’d always convince you to let him pay for - there was no way he could let himself not cater for you, especially after seeing the dedication it took to even prepare for it.

Hair appointments - those were probably the days he looked forward to the most, seeing the grand reveal of what style you chose to pamper yourself with for the next month or so. It didn’t matter to him if it was the simplest blowout, or the wonderfully blended tones of extensions set into twists or braids or locs or even a weave - which he was both amazed and terrified of when you’d first told him of the installation process, but you kissed his worries away as you reassured him that it was something you were completely fine with.

It had taken an embarrassingly long amount of time to find a hairdresser who was able to provide for your hair needs, but it was all worth it in his eyes whenever he’d get a notification on his phone while he was at work; a simple selfie with your new do and the following text ‘you like it?’. 

Thus, followed a blush that crept onto his ears, and the flying of thumbs across his screen as he gushed about how beautiful you looked while trying not to giggle like a giddy schoolboy - something his ever loving members never failed to point out.

In the end, no matter how many styles you’d have done, his favorite sight would always be when your hair was in its natural state; fluffy curls trained after a simple twist out that always left the apartment smelling like your products, pomegranate and honey following after you like the fresh waft of a freshly baked pie.

He loved your curls, and he’d never forget to remind you whenever he had the chance, they were the purest form of you, and nothing would ever surpass that in his heart.

But, his love for your hair seemed to be a double edged sword with the hatred of his own.

Well, hate was a strong word, but he wasn’t in love with his hair like he was with yours - your hair was beautiful, lively, cared for in a capacity he wished he had done for himself, but sadly he could only do so much when it came to his own head.

He leaned against the bathroom doorway as he watched you carefully take down this week's twist out, oiled fingers gently tugging and untwisting the sections as you went, eyes trained on your own reflection in the mirror.

“Channie, if you keep staring at me like that, you’re gonna burn a hole in the side of my face, baby.” You teased, turning your head to catch his eye with a glittering smile.

Shrugging, he didn’t even try fighting the smile that graced his lips as he stepped further into the shared bathroom, “I can’t help it, I was lucky enough to have a girlfriend as beautiful as you, it feels like a crime to not stare.”

Your shoulders shook in a light laugh as you shook your head, fluffing out the root of the twist to make sure it was fully undone, “You’re too much for me, you flirt.”

As you went back to tending to your hair, he took his new place by the counter to continue watching from an up close perspective.

Eventually all of your twists were out, and you started the next step of separating and fluffing to give your hair more volume, lips pursed as you thought of the final layout.

“I love your hair.” Chris breathed softly, utterly awestruck with the way some strands bounced back into place as you tugged and pulled.

A small smile curved your lips, “I love your hair too, baby.”

His heart clenched as the voice in his head suddenly came to life, refuting your statement like it was a debate based on false pretenses.

“You do? I thought you liked the orange?” He brushed a strand of black away from his forehead, recalling the night he decided to dye it black since his roots had been showing more than the orange could pass up.

“I mean, I did, but you know me,” shrugging lightly, you gave him a warm side eye, “your hair looks good in any color in my eyes, and as long as you like whatever style you’re going for, and it’s healthy, that’s all that matters.”

“So, if I said I wanted to cut-”

“Aht- Don’t even say those words, be quiet.”

He laughed at your diversion, fully aware of how you liked it when he had at least enough to run your fingers through, “I’m kidding, baby, I’m safe from the scissors… for now.” Running a hand through his hair, he sighed softly as he leaned further against the countertop.

If only it wasn’t curly…

“What?”

Chris froze, eyes widening while a rush of embarrassment washed over him - did he seriously say that out loud?

Clearing his throat, he shook his head, “I- Nothing, it wasn’t anything important.”

Of course, he couldn’t expect you to not notice the subtle change, not when his eyes fell from your face to focus on the small rips in his jeans, fingers looping through the threads nonchalantly.

“Chris?”

Guilt sunk his shoulders as he slowly looked up at you once more, his heart clenching at the worried dip of your eyebrows and the soft pout of your lips.

“Baby, do you really not like your curls?”

You’d been through the surface of this topic every now and then, from the introduction of his personalized hair care to the worried, late night discussions of the state of his hair and the reaction of stays whenever the stylists would introduce a new hair color for a comeback, or his own experimentation - but, you never thought his woes ran this deep.

“I… I mean…” He scrambled for an excuse, something to rationalize his completely irrational thoughts, but his mind ran dry and he sighed, “A little bit? It’s just- I showed you what my hair used to look like before, back when it was healthier, and my curls were easier to deal with because they were fine! I was used to dealing with them as often, but now it’s like… I don’t even know how to style my normal hair anymore and it’s aggravating because if I keep treating it, it’s just going to make things worse, you know?”

Now it was your turn to sigh, turning on the faucet to wash off the product from your hands before drying them with a paper towel, “Have I ever told you how I got my hair to the point that it’s at?”

Pausing, he wracked his brain for any hint of a memory, but when he came up empty he shook his head.

“Alright, well, I didn’t always have my natural hair,” you leaned your hip on the countertop, “at some point when I was young, my mom started to perm my hair - a perm that makes your hair straighter, easier to manage, especially for a little girl back in the day, perms were everywhere.”

Chris scanned your features, trying his best to imagine a version of you without the curly mane he’d loved so much; even when you straightened your hair or got a weave, he knew your curls would always come back eventually.

“Back then, I didn’t really think too much about my hair because I was still young, you know? As long as I had pretty barrettes, or, eventually, long straight hair like the girls I saw on TV, I was perfectly fine - then I got into high school and things changed.” A soft smile curled your lips, “One of my friends told me how she was going ‘natural’, and when I learned that she wasn’t perming her hair anymore and was letting her natural hair grow out, I wanted to do the same thing! I was tired of sitting in the kitchen chair with those gross smelling chemicals in my hair, and her hair was shorter, but prettier - she looked more like herself and I wanted that too.”

Despite how long ago the memory was, it still felt fresh whenever you thought of it, recalling the way the signs of your perm wearing off started to show, and how your hair slowly started to change with each passing week thereafter.

“Long story short, I went through a lot of stages with my hair, from straight, to this awkward phase of straight hair and fuzzy roots because I refused to cut my hair, to the first time I thought I found my true curl pattern, to the time I actually found my pattern and started feeling like I was me - no longer trying to fit an image required of me.” You tilted your head slightly, “I know you don’t have complete control over how you’re supposed to be publicly viewed with your hair, and I know how it feels going from something you were used to, to a completely different situation, but you shouldn’t start to hate your natural hair over it - you shouldn’t start to hate yourself over it.”

Chris bristled, taking a sharp breath as he looked down at his hands, his thumb rubbing at the pads of his other fingers anxiously.

Pushing away from the counter, you stepped in front of him, taking his hands in your own, “I understand it’s stressful trying to balance what you want and what’s required of you, but I want you to know that I love your hair; damaged curls or healthy, weird fuzzy phase or the prettiest pattern known to man, you’re doing what you can and I love you for it - just as much as you love me for mine.” Squeezing his hands, a soft giggle shook your shoulders, “And I’m sure there’s a lot of stays out there who agree that curly haired, natural Channie is the best.”

He managed to let out a watery chuckle, sniffling as he turned his head up to finally look at you, brown eyes swimming in unshed tears. “Even if they aren’t as fluffy as they used to be?”

“Especially if they aren’t as fluffy as they used to be, baby.” Bringing a hand to his cheek, you wiped away a stray tear, “You told me first hand, your hair was getting healthier, now it’s just a matter of time for your curls to follow suit, yeah? Plus, you’ve got me, I don’t mind helping you figure out how to style your hair, even if it’s just between me and you - anything to help you love your curls again.”

Nodding, he took a slow breath to calm his nerves, the guilt melting away to hopefulness the longer you caressed his cheek, “Does… Does that mean I’ll get to use your hair products too?”

You laughed heartily, shrugging, “I guess I can use some things on you, but there’s no way all of my products will work on your hair, Channie - we can go shopping and figure it out, but be prepared, it’s a long process.” Bringing your hand up to his lightly tousled hair, you tucked a few strands into place, “I actually can’t wait to use my peppermint oil on you, I think that’ll be the first step we take.”

“The one you use after your leave in conditioner?” He beamed, easily recalling the calming scent of the oil that - embarrassingly - put him to sleep faster than the occasional sleep routine you introduced him to. “I love that one, it makes your hair smell so good!”

“Yeah? Well your hair can smell like mine now!” Grinning up at him, a spark of mischief flashed in your eyes, “And, you know, when we figure out your curl pattern…”

Chris nodded, urging you to continue as he settled his hands onto your hips, “Mhm?”

“We’d have a good idea for whose hair our future kids would have.”

You pressed your lips together in an effort to contain the laughter shaking your shoulders, but when his eyes widened as he registered your words, you fell into a fit of giggles.

“You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere!” He whined, tugging you closer to lean his head forehead on your shoulder, extremely aware of the heat rising on his face and undoubtedly turning his ears red.

“But I’m not wrong! There’s no way we’re not gonna have curly-headed babies, Chris, we might as well try to figure out what they’d look like!”

“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” Lifting himself from your shoulder, he silenced your laughs with a kiss, smiling against your lips as you kissed back without hesitation. He pulled away not long after, gazing at you with eyes filled with adoration, his heart swelling as you smiled up at him with the same look. “I love you.”

You hummed happily, “I love you too, now, can you help me make sure I got all the curls separated in the back?”

With a nod, he let you slip out of his hold to face the mirror once more, sliding behind you to carefully readjust any out of place curl while you fluffed out the front and sides - glancing up every now and then to see the adorably focused furrow of your brow.

Maybe one day he could picture himself standing next to you, styling his own, less curly hair, but he knew for certain he could picture a smaller combination of you both sitting on the counter with your eyes and his personality.

Hopefully, they'd have your hair, too.

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[trowelsanddirt]

weave with me ASMR

[enigmaf009]

Tom and Harry :)

The night streets of the British city were shrouded in the mysterious glow of the streetlights, casting shimmering shadows on the wet pavements. Rain lightly streamed down, weaving the fabric of the night, lending an invisible mystery to everything around them. Harry and Tom walked in silence, savouring the smell of freshness after the rain that permeated every corner of the city.

Tom suddenly stretched out his arm and lifted an umbrella over Harry, covering him from the drops falling from the sky. Wizards didn't need umbrellas, but Tom's gesture was unexpected and even thoughtful. In the narrow circle of light under the umbrella, Harry noticed a gleam in Tom's eyes that seemed slightly warmer than usual.

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Harry smiled in response to the sudden concern and asked

– What made you decide to go out this evening in the first place?

Tom shook his head, dodging large raindrops.

– Just wanted to get some fresh air. Sometimes the night can be just as magical as the day.

Harry nodded, feeling the humidity in the air.

– Yeah, it's like the magic lies in every raindrop.

Tom smiled, as if remembering something pleasant.

– Sometimes you just have to be in the right place at the right time to feel the magic.

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They continued on their way under the umbrella, pacing the wet streets as if taking away a piece of the mystery that permeated the air of that damp evening.

[numbertwowho]

my body has a visceral reaction to this video. the weaving physically makes me feel good, like visual asmr

[saltpixiefibercraft]

Getting another batch of the rainbow fabric worked on as of 1/5/24, going to use this batch to make a bunch more of the little zipper bags and some new *experiments* I'm hoping turn out cool!

Have some loom ASMR!

If you have weaving questions, leave them on this post and I'll do a video at the loom answering the best I can!

[mintnoodles]

[ID: Coloured cartoon/anime illustration of 3 women (Lucia: Plume, Lucia: Crimson Weave, Luna: Laurel) in regular attire, with yellow lighting. They look like a schoolgirl, biker chick and a comfy gamer respectively. They're described further in detail ahead. In the background are doodles of several characters. Lucia Plume stands, looking down wide eyed at a kermit plush in her hands. She wears an oversized green coat with red lining over a uniform (blouse, red tie, black skirt with red lining, stockings, leather shoes). Her skin is tan, her pigtails are done with rectangular red bobbles. Tiny horns poke out of her hair. Lucia Crimson Weave stands next to Plume with a wide legged, confident stance, hand in jacket pocket. She gazes to Plume from aside. She's tan, her white high ponytail done with a large bunnyear red ribbon. She wears a white jacket with red lining/accents and decorative zippers, red goggles around her neck, black turtleneck crop top exposing some underboob, navel piercing, denim shorts with belt chain, black fingerless gloves and ankle boots. Her legs feature several scratch scars. From her left hand dangles keys and a frog keychain. Luna sits with fingers clasped across knees, looking up at both Lucias with a slight smile. She's pale. Black bobbles tie up her shorter white twin tails. She wears black headphones with red accents. Draped over her is a thin white cardigan edged with a grey diamond pattern. Under is a blouse with a red ribbon and grey moon charm, anklelength white skirt, and grey socks. In the background are several doodles of other characters. Liv and Lee in school uniform. Liv has a braided bun and cochlear implant. Lee has a blazer and pimples and a neutral look. Liv smiles wide as she says 'Lucia! You can sit with us!' Commandant (in biker helmet and jacket with gray raven emblem) rubs their head awkwardly while presenting a wrapped gift with tag reading 'to: Lucia' Rosetta (in neck brace and arm cast) glares determinedly with yugioh card between 2 fingers, saying ''Alpha'. It's time to duel.' Behind her Diana in a deer sweater worriedly says 'rosetta please rest.' Phone with group chat named 'ASS NET'. 3 speech bubbles surround it: Exaggerated smiling chibi Roland emanating hearts. 1 heart bounces off a tearful chibi goth Lamia. 1 screenshot of of a youtube page featuring Lamia: Lost Lullaby's mermaid design. End ID.]

punishing gray raven but it's just the postapocalyptic rpg run by a very determined Luna for her younger sister and her friends. Chapter 1 to 8 is their shaky start to getting used to the system before they hit their stride, Luna gets better at narration, and a couple very weird dice rolls lead to wild story adaptation.

Read more for closeup of the phone

[ID: Luna's phone. The ASS NET group chat features some reaction emojies: Heart, skull, fish. The youtube page is a torso shot of Lamia: Lost Lullaby. The cut off title is 'v] ORIGINAL SONG || 'Lost lullaby'. The 3 recommended videos are: 2 Bros try ghost pepper challenge. Thumbnail is chibi wide smiling Kamui, angry Camu and a pepper. Study with me | 9 hours. Thumbnail is Chrome at a desk with a book. ASMR. Thumbnail is blank eyed Wanshi with a syringe. End ID]

[candy616]

Soap proposes to You 💖 (AI ASMR)

Johnny is a sincere, earnest and passionate hothead. He always acts immediately. But for this? He'll wait patiently. Because he wants the moment to be absolutely perfect. For you, his love, his light, his true home. He'll take you to Scotland, obviously...

A land alive with breathtaking beauty, it seemed as if nature itself conspired to create the perfect backdrop for his heartfelt declaration of love.

Venturing deep into the Scottish Highlands, where time seemed to stand still and whispers of ancient secrets danced upon the breeze, Johnny guided you through a path less traveled. Towering mountains, their majestic peaks piercing the heavens, stood as sentinels of nature's grandeur, while babbling brooks murmured enchanting melodies, their crystal-clear waters cascading over smooth stones with gentle grace.

The fragrance of heather kissed the air, its delicate scent mingling with the earthy aroma of damp moss beneath your feet. Soft mists weaved through the rolling hills, lending an ethereal quality to the landscape. It was as if the very essence of Scotland longed to bear witness to the profound bond between Johnny and You.

For this moment, Johnny found the ring that would embody the essence of your love. A magical slender band of silver, gracefully crafted, holds an ethereal, iridescent gemstone nestled in its embrace. The gem, resplendent with hues of blues and greens, shimmers and dances in the light, mirroring the dazzling beauty of the Scottish landscape. With its timeless elegance and mysterious allure, the ring will be a symbol of your boundless love, an enchantment to be cherished for eternity.

He takes your hands in his, looks at you with all his heart in his eyes and says:

Transcript:

Ah, love, ye ken I've nae been one tae open up me heart easily. But by the grace o' God, ye've found yer way in and captured me soul. Ye've shown me love knows nae bounds, and I cannae imagine a life without ye in it. In this bonnie moment, as the sun sets o'er the Highland hills, I kneel afore ye, humbled by yer fierce beauty and strength. Ye're me rock, me compass, and me safe harbor. Together, we've battled through fire and darkness, and emerged stronger than ever. Ye're me equal, and so, I staun' here before ye, humbly askin' the biggest question of me life. Will ye be me partner, me lover, and me ain true, through thick and thin? Will ye join me on this grand adventure, hand in hand, for all the days o' our lives? Ye bring light and joy tae me every day, and I cannae wait to build a future filled with love and laughter. So, wi' all me heart, I ask ye, will ye dae me the honor o' marryin' me? To embark on a journey filled wi' love and devotion, till the end o' our days?

Fer me luv @bellgraves💕

[joodeeboochoo]

In shadows cast upon the screen, A figure strong and bold is seen. Logan, with gloves of ebony hue, Creating whispers, gentle and true.

His hands adorned in black latex grace, A touch that lingers, soft embrace. Muscles ripple, strong and defined, Jawline chiseled, features refined.

With eyes of brown, depths yet untold, A story waiting to unfold. Expressions dance upon his face, A symphony of mirth and grace.

In the realm of whispers and sound, A world of tingles can be found. ASMR's allure he weaves, As latex gloves, his hands conceive.

Each finger's touch, a tender stroke, Delicate whispers, softly spoke. Ethereal whispers fill the air, Caressing souls with utmost care.

The gloves, like second skin, embrace, Enveloping the viewer's space. Logan's symphony of sensory delight, Unveils a world of whispers bright.

In the realm of latex glove and voice, His channel becomes the viewer's choice. His soothing tones, a balm, a balm so sweet, Guiding us to moments of retreat.

So let us listen, feel the gentle breeze, As Logan's ASMR, we seize. With black gloves and expressions grand, He touches hearts across the land.

[handweavers]

I love when I reach the point with any textile technique or process where I can mentally visualize all of the threads or fibres and exactly how they relate to one another and within space and can like. move threads around in this mental image and rearrange them and add the loom mechanisms to this mental image until I've perfectly recreated exactly how it all fits together mechanically to create the cloth as like a Visual Render in my head idk it's hard to explain but the feeling when I do that gives me a sensation in the back of my skull that I think is similar to what people talk about with ASMR . sitting in silence while mentally shifting threads around in my mind and dressing the Loom that exists in my head until I understand exactly how to weave something. I can picture it so clearly it's like I'm looking at it in real life and I have a full 360° view in all directions. spinning the image around in my head. I can do this with knitting and crochet and other things too like anything thread/string related I can do it

[troutsoup]

If Gale had access to all modern music (not modern au, just regular canon Gale listening to Spotify somehow) what genres would he listen to?

My first thought was that he'd exclusively listen to musical theater songs lol

I think that Gale’s most listened-to song would probably be ASMR Gentle Rain Sounds for Sleep & Focus [12 HOURS]

I also for absolutely no reason think he’d be super into jazz. I think he’d appreciate the art of improvisation and compare it to his (former?) grasp on the weave and his ability to compose creatively (albeit within stylistic parameters. much like jazz. ya know)

as for ur point… yes absolutely. I think he’d def be into more classic musicals (he’d go ape for like. singing in the rain and anything goes) and I can picture him humming a lil tune to himself on his way to the library