"In my heart, I worry about Mother and want to be a good daughter, but my words and actions are nothing more than that of a spoiled child. And lately, there hasn't been a single redeeming quality about this childlike me."
or a look into what fabric arts the twst characters enjoy
characters : trey clover, riddle rosehearts, deuce spade, jack howl, ruggie buchhi, vil schoenheit, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt, malleus draconia (bonus: lilia)
notes : i've wanted to try out something like this for so long and now in true fanfic author fashion i've only written it to procrastinate on my work. yey. title is from a paris paloma song btw.
word count : 1.2k
let's see. to start off with, i am a firm believer that Trey Clover knits. look those hands are not just for baking. i'd say he's not an amateur knitter but lies somewhere at an intermediate level. his tension's a little uneven sometimes, especially when he's stressed, but it's a hobby for a hobby, a little something when he wants to keep busy but doesn't find himself in the mood for baking. his most common projects are probably just random squares of knit he uses as dishcloths that he made when he didn't want to think too much about patterns.
sewing for Deuce isn't a hobby per se, its just something he picked up while helping his mom out. his grandma probably taught him when he was young, but he didn't really care much about it during his delinquent days. something something it's just not cool cough. but post-delinquency clarity deucey picked it up just for mending the clothes he scuffed up while getting into brawls. he did pick up a few stitches here and there to customise his denim. mostly a few fun stitches. he did try to learn visible mending like sashiko but after joining nrc he didn't really have the time to pursue it further. his tension would also probably be cheeks if he took up embroidery. sorry deucey.
Riddle took up lace tatting a little after his overblot as a way to manage his anger issues. it's a dying art, but riddle finds the elegance of lace tatting charming. he's also this close to throwing hands with the old grannies who are gatekeeping patterns with one foot in the coffin and will continue to do so until they draw their last breath. wait a minute, prefect, isn't this just counterintuitive?
Jack makes macrame. thats it. thats the post. everybody pack up and go home. kidding. i haven't really tried out macrame, but he does give off the vibe. most common projects are cue drumroll hangers for his cacti! wow captain obvious. okay but for realsies, macrame feels therapeutic for him and its nice and meditative and relaxing. (look i don't know about macramers i crochet, okay, and it's anything but therapeutic but good for you guys if macrame is). he's also made keychains and tassels for his little sisters upon request (read: they pestered him till he gave in), but it's not his favourite thing in the world to make.
Ruggie is also a sewist kind of guy but it's more practical than a hobby. knowing how to mend clothes is kind of a necessity when you can't blow money away on new ones after you find a hole or two in them. headcanon that the community back home in afterglow savanah has a culture of visible mending too. embroidery is a luxury but people, as people do, added a few designs here and there just for fun and that trickled down into becoming a cultural practice. on another note, not fabric art per se but he's very good at basket weaving. apart from being good for food, dandelions are also good for twine and thread and thus also good for weaving. it's a resourceful little thing to know and actually make a decent coin if you know where to source your stuff.
Jamil can sew! it was pretty obvious, and i'm sure a lot of people saw it coming, but he's spent some time mending his and najma's clothes. i don't think he's mended kalim's clothes because the al-asim's are the kind of disgustingly rich where they can find one tiny hole in the garment and whoosh replaced with hand-embroidered garments that probably took hours in the triple digits and cost a few artist's their sanity. but also, embroidery culture in the scalding sands is super rich, so when it comes to traditional clothes, especially during the festive season, families do go on and splurge a little. kantha or chikan embroidery is favoured by jamil while kalim might wear opulent zardozi, which is embroidery with threads of gold. (not too sure about these, but this is my post so i can write whatever i want.)
Vil is sort of a complicated case. he isn't an avid sewist and can mend clothes. but while he doesn't actively sew or practice any related arts, his knowledge in theory far exceeds that of the average person. he's not big on online shopping, and most of his clothes are couture from his runway walks, but when he is shopping in person, he's the type to scrutinise the clothes down to the tension and stitch size. its pretty obvious he would not be caught dead in clearance sections or god forbid clad in fast fashion (you know what, good for him) but he can appreciate quality garments so he will pay a piece for what its worth. that said, do not drag him thrifting, he will scrutinise whatever pile of stuff you pick out your clothes from. (i say this, but he also might be able to find the twst equivalent of vintage mugler from the bins sooo just stay on your toes i guess?)
epel can knit and sew. his granny taught him duh. but also its pretty common to know how to mend your clothes in harveston. he's also familiar with quilting actually! a few of the ones he uses in his dorm were made by him. headcanon that he genuinely gets culture shock when he finds out a lot of guys at NRC barely know how to thread a needle and tie it off properly, much less sew. technicalities of toxic masculinity aside, somehow it's one of the hobbies that slipped through when deciding what's masculine and what's not. epel's knit mufflers and gloves before, but isn't really much of a knitter. his grandmammy taught him to knit, sew and quilt so if anyone at nrc does make a comment on him knitting though he'd full well throw hands till they shove it up their sorry-
sebek was taught by epel's grandma to knit too/j lol but actually i think briar valley holds a rich culture of textile arts so every person one way or the other picks up an art one way or the other. this boy's tension was horrendous when he first started off, but after some practice, he's become surprisingly good. like really good. like concerningly good, what the hell. why not me??? just because of that i say he can't crochet to save his life. he tried it out and failed miserably. there's a lump of stitches that still has the hook in it in some corner of his room as evidence of his failure. sebek gets like weirdly calm while knitting, maybe it's meditation through repetitive action, maybe it's a battle of composure, him against the needle. who knows? who can say? there is also a collection of plushies tucked away in the corner of his room that bear a concerning resemblance to waka-sama's imposing and majestic draconic form- what? no he did NOT turn waka-sama into a marketable plushie!!! who dares to make such fiendish accusations!!!
Malleus is a weaver through and through. i don't think there's any debate for this. He can spend hours at the loom simply weaving away in his lofty tower, unconcerned and unperturbed by mortal affairs. his loom is obviously not mechanised, and he's also a little pretentious, turning his nose up at an electric loom and muttering something about it not being the proper way or whateverrrrr. he also spins his own thread, and now i'm wondering if there's magical fibre that can be spun into magical fabric.
Lilia dyed his clothes in the blood of his enemies. hit post.
if growing up doubting whether i was a sexuality enough for a certain group has taught me anything, its that my sexuality is nobody's business. not even mine.
I must not look at the like to reblog ratio. looking at the like to reblog ratio is the mind-killer. looking at the like to reblog ratio is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face looking at the like to reblog ratio. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where looking at the like to reblog ratio has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
15.12.2025 a long while ago i asked whether anyone would be interested in pride and prejudice au of twisted wonderland with Sebek as Mr. Darcy and reader as Elizabeth Bennet...wellll its in the works! after really really long! but still! I'm really following the novel and (2005) adaptation with some (many) liberties but after talking it out and lots of introspection I've decided to go fuck all on planning and just write the damn thing. if nothing else ill just rewrite it if i don't like it.
a whole year of grinding, 200 pulls, bank account empty (im f2p just naturally broke), luck drained and fucking exhausted but the princess is home
jsyk i got jacks ssr in 80 pulls the ruggie in between and deuce's on my 100 pull so my hopes were QUASHED.
welcome home, silver vanrouge. we've been waiting.
When you sneeze in public, strangers will say โbless youโ, even though they donโt know you.
When you ask for directions on the street someone will show you the way, even though they have nothing to gain from it.
People squeeze their legs against the chair so you donโt have to hop over them on your way to your seat in the theatre, and make funny faces to make babies laugh, and purposefully step on leaves to hear them scrunch, and hold the door open for someone leaving behind them, and ask what floor youโre heading to when you enter the elevator, and send others photos of things that reminded them of them, and recommend each other songs, and ask if anyone else wants a coffee because theyโre getting one, and make videos teaching how to sew a button, and wish on shooting stars, and share fun facts, and listen to others rant about things they donโt even understand, and let you cross the street first, and give a bit of their food to others, and laugh at jokes they donโt find funny to make you feel good, and listen to kids talk for hours about nonsense, and let you know your keys fell from your pocket, and they may be strangers, but with every little gesture theyโre saying โI love you, I love you, I love youโ.
