Michele Carragher, the head embroider on Game of Thrones, made this awesome tutorial to show how she created the dragonscale fabric that appears on several of Daenarys’ costumes in S3 and S4.
Ms. Carragher says that the dragonscale fabric was created because “In season 3 the Costume Designer Michele Clapton wanted a Dragonscale like textured embroidery that starts to emerge on three of Daenery’s costumes, which becomes heavier and more pronounced, growing and evolving as the season progresses” (Carragher).
In stages 9-11 of the tutorial we see how the textile evolves from lightly to heavily embellished. This progression is meant to illustrate Daenarys’ personal growth and the growth of her dragons (source).
Don’t care about Game of Thrones but that shit is cool
I didn’t learn about sewing as much as I learned that, no matter what she currently gets, Ms Carragher isn’t paid enough.
((OOC: I would just like to point out that Ms. Carragher is a remarkable costumer, and thank her for actually revealing how she did certain aspects of her costuming. I would honestly love it if more costumers did the same.))
Sif sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him against her. She positioned them so his head rested in her lap, her fingers combing through his hair. “What did I tell you before? I shall watch over you. I am not afraid, Loki. Get that through that thick skull of yours. I know you are afraid of sleeping but you must. Your body can only take so much and you have had quite an eventful day.”
The Trickster allowed himself to be repositioned, allowed her to guide him to a new position to comfort him. He lie still, allowing the contact, and being soothed by it as she stroked his hair. Truthfully, it was the most relaxed he had felt in a long time, despite his recent ‘episode’.
As she teased him, he laughed slightly, in a slightly cynical way, soft and broken in the sound. “…You’re right, know that…But…It does not change the fact I am afraid…” he whispered, admitting his terror again…Never before had he been willing to do so - he had always swallowed his anxiety. But now it was all he could do to keep his voice from sounding his fears.
"And I’m 90% sure that I have no idea how to treat comas," he retorted. "Besides, 60% is still a failing grade in most classes. You don’t strike me as the kind of person to be happy with a failing grade."
He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. “Give me a minute and I’ll help you out.”
"I am certain you would figure something out," Loki replied, with a soft laugh in his voice, despite the less than amusing nature of the conversation. However, at the doctor’s secondary comments, the Trickster had to admit the other had a point - He was not one who enjoyed the possibility of failure.
"…While that may be true, I’m afraid of late I have become rather used to failure…It has been a long, long time since I have found success…I fear I may be forgetting how to obtain it," Loki looked away from Bruce as he did so, the smile on his lips turning cynical at the words. However, quickly, Loki noticed how depressing his statements had become. Again he laughed, though this time it seemed almost nervous.
He relaxed though, as he saw Bruce take a moment for himself, “…I do not wish to burden you…Give me a few moments, and I will see what I can do on my own,” Loki spoke the words in reply, trying to intentionally keep his breath level and even as he did so - he did not wish to sound as bad as he felt…He hoped not to worry the doctor any further.
Sif sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Yes, that makes sense. Your memories of me must have been tampered with as well…” The warrior chewed on the inside of her lip. “I think you have thought enough for one day. You should sleep, Loki. I shall keep watch.”
"…I am afraid to sleep, Sif…He can reach me when I am asleep…He can enter my mind when I dream…Sometimes my protection holds, other times…It does not…" For a moment, the Trickster’s mind slipped away to somewhere else - a darker place of pain he had not the heart to put to words.
"…If I sleep…You may not be able to wake me…And I am afraid of what would happen then…" Loki could not meet her eyes while he spoke, staring instead at the wall to his side…It was easier to watch the unmoving wall than to see what her face might show in reaction to his words.
"They never stop fighting, that’s for sure. Once they see something they want, they’ll fight for it till they kick the bucket." Gabriel nodded appreciatively, he always had had a soft spot for the humans, ever since his father had created them.
"It can be a thing to praise them for, or it can be a reason to condemn them…I do see the argument both your brothers make, but still I cannot render verdict…." Loki smiled, quietly to himself, "…perhaps there are some humans this world would do better without, and perhaps there are some who’s lives could have done the realm good, but ended to soon…"
"I however…Find I admire their tenacity. If Jane were not a human with such determination? I doubt my brother would have been changed into the man he is today…Thor was brash in his youth, volatile, and careless…Thanks to one human, with the tenacity of all the cosmos behind her, he has become a better person."
Frigga pulled him into a hug, She just needed the touch, to know once more that he was there. That was her fear, that all of this would vanish, or turn bad and she would wake up in he empty chambers, just as alone and lost as she was before.
"I would do it all again, go through the sickness, go through the pain just so I could see you." Frigga whispered. "I would go through more if it meant that you did not have to go through any of it as well."
"…I wish…I would have told someone sooner, I wish I would have spoken up and voiced my thoughts when Odin announced he would be crowning Thor, instead of simply believing no one would bother to hear me…I should have said something instead of taking matters into my own hands…" Loki sighed, again brushing his hand through his hair, "…Perhaps Thor’s anger if Odin had listened to me would have been enough to merit the same change he went through after his banishment…."
"…If I had not…If I had not tried to stop his coronation my own way, had not tried to be clever…We never would have tried for Jotunheim, certainly never would have made it there…And…I would never have found out what I am…" If only that had not happened, if only he were not Jotun, or at the very least not aware of that fact, all his troubles would have never touched him…He would still be the man he had always believed himself to be.