#Army Jungle Shoes

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Essential Army Gear: Army Veteran Cap, Trousers & Jungle Shoes

When it comes to military gear, having the right equipment is crucial. Whether you're in active service or a military enthusiast, certain items stand out as essential for comfort, functionality, and style. In this blog post, we’ll cover three key items that every army enthusiast or veteran should have: the army veteran cap, army trousers, and army jungle shoes.

Army Veteran Cap

The army veteran cap is more than just a hat—it’s a symbol of pride, service, and respect. This cap often features the insignia or emblem of the military branch someone served in, allowing veterans to show their connection to their service. Whether you're looking to wear it casually or to a veterans' event, it’s an important part of military attire. The army veteran cap is comfortable, durable, and a great way to honor the sacrifices made by veterans.

Army Trousers

Next up, army trousers are an essential part of military uniforms and can be worn by anyone looking for durable, comfortable pants for outdoor activities. These trousers are designed to handle tough conditions, from extreme heat to heavy-duty tasks. Made with high-quality materials, army trousers are both breathable and strong, providing excellent protection and comfort. Whether you’re participating in tactical training or simply hiking, these trousers can withstand a lot of wear and tear, making them ideal for those who enjoy outdoor adventures.

Army Jungle Shoes

Finally, no military outfit is complete without army jungle shoes. These shoes are designed for the toughest environments, especially when navigating through dense jungle terrain. Their sturdy soles provide excellent grip, while the breathable material keeps your feet cool and dry. Whether you’re in the military or just love outdoor activities, army jungle shoes are a must-have for tackling rough terrains. These shoes provide both comfort and protection, ensuring that your feet stay secure during long walks or missions.

Conclusion

In summary, the army veteran cap, army trousers, and army jungle shoes are all essential pieces of gear that offer style, comfort, and functionality. Whether you’re a veteran showing your pride or someone who enjoys outdoor activities, these items will help you stay prepared and look great.

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Military Shoes

Military shoes are crafted to meet rigorous demands, offering durability, comfort, and protection across diverse environments. Made from high-quality materials, these shoes typically include reinforced toe caps, robust outsoles, and breathable, water-resistant fabrics. Essential for soldiers, they support long marches, combat situations, and extreme weather conditions. Additionally, military shoes attract outdoor enthusiasts and professionals who work in challenging terrains, providing excellent traction and stability. Their combination of functionality and rugged style makes them versatile footwear for demanding tasks.

[blueshistorysims]

As heir to a dukedom, Lord Simon-Elliot dresses as expected for a young, rich aristocrat. Color prints and expensive suits and slacks. As he prepares to join the army, some of his style is not as flashy as perhaps it could be.

Links and credits under the cut!

Genetics: Hair

Daily: Shirt, Slacks, Socks (Basegame), Shoes (Basegame)

Daily 2: Suit, Socks (Basegame), Shoes (Basegame)

Military: Uniform, Socks (Basegame), Shoes (Basegame)

Sleep: Robe (Cottage Living)

Formal/Party: Tuxedo, Socks (Basegame), Oxfords

Swim: Swim Trunks

Hot Weather: Polo, Slacks, Socks (Get Famous), Shoes

Cold Weather/Travel: Hat, Coat, Gloves (Get to Work), Socks (Get Famous), Boots (Jungle Adventure)

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[lore-of-the-mushroom-kingdom]

The Mario Movie Is Not Canon To The Games P2

Part 1

Now for other things that are extra details that separate the movies from the games.

Toad a close friend of Peach and member of the Mushroom Council in the games has not meet Peach in the movies. Toad is also dressed more like Captain Toad which is a separate character in the games.

Super Star is treated as a rare object that must be heavily guarded in the movie. While in the games they are extremely abundant even used without a care in Party events or part of a special move in SMRPG. In addition their more Power counterparts which Bowser usually goes after are also still pretty abundant. With Power Moons which are Power Stars in another shape being extremely common. Honestly the way the Super Star is treated in the movie is more like the Star Rod.

Fire Flowers are merely touched in the movie while they are established to be eaten in games.

Mario hates mushrooms in the movie while in the games has loved them since he was little.

Mario uses a Cat Suit in the movie while he didn't get this Power-Up until the events of Super Mario 3D World.

Pauline is the mayor of New Donk City. While in the games Mario was dating Pauline and it's implied she hadn't become Mayor yet.

Kamek acts more like a yesman with Bowser never questioning him. In Bowser has been shown to question others to insure his plan goes off right, and Kamek is acting more like Kammy Koopa in the movie. Kamke isn't really a yesman and often advises Bowser, which has even lead to arguments between the 2.

Foreman Spike end sup on good terms and cheering for Mario and Luigi by the end of the movie. However, in the games Spike doesn't see Mario in a better light until after Wrecking Crew 98.

Karts in the movie are the modern karts while in the games at this point they only had pipe frame karts. The anti gravity can also go atop water in the movie unlike the games.

Rainbow Road breaks due to a Blue Shell in the movie, which never happens in game.

Speaking Blue shells. The Blue Spiked Shelled Paratroopa in the movie is not a thing in the games. In games Blue Koopa Troopas aren't the highest rank and if anything it Gold Shells would be a rank above. But regardless it's actually the Koopatrol that are the elite Koopa Troopas. Adding on to that, the Blue Shell is not a Koopa Troopa Shell in the games but rather a Spiny Shell. They also didn't look this at this point in the timeline.

Fire Donkey Kong in the movie doesn't look like his game version.

Super Bell Trees don't show up in the Mushroom Kingdom but rather the Sprixie Kingdom. The same goes for the Clear Pipes.

Peach's Castle already has a stain glass window, while in the games it's established this was added due to Bowser's constant invasions.

Toad Guards in the movies are far more effective than they are in the games.

King Boo and his Boos were probably not working for Bowser at this time and it would be until future entries would they work together. The same goes for King Bob-omb and his Bob-ombs, who also doesn't have a fuse in the games.

Dry Bones and Chain Chomps were not part of Bowser's Army in SMB and wouldn't join until SMB3.

Koopa Troopas unlike in the movie were not wielding spears and wearing armor in the early games. The majority of them were also quadrupled in the games until Super Mario World when they finally went bipedal. While in the movie they are all bipedal. The same goes for Paratroopas. Peach also mentions all turtles being evil in the movie, while this is far from the case in the games. As evident by Koopa Village which is part of the Mushroom Kingdom.

The majority of Hammer Bros. in the early games didn't have shoes early on while in the movie they do have shoes

While Shy Guys were part of Bowser's Army at this point, they were not part of the events of SMB.

Bramballs are in the Grasslands instead of Jungle Biomes.

Lakitus which are major members of Bowser's army which show up in SMB are absent from the movie. Bloopers and Cheep Cheeps some more major minions of Bowser are also absent from Bowser's army in the movie. Both of the enemies show up in SMB as well.

The Adult Penguins in the movie are closer to the size of Baby Penguins in the games. They are also inhabiting the Snow Kingdom in movie which should actually be inhabited by the Shiverians. In the games the Penguins are primarily found in around places like Cool Cool Mountain which is part of the Mushroom Kingdom and not too far away from the Grasslands.

Speaking of locations, the map from the movie looks nothing like the one from games. The continent the Mushroom Kingdom is on seems to only have Grasslands and not the Eastern or Western side of this Kingdom, places like the Beanbean Kingdom, and more on it. Which includes the Koopa Kingdom as well. It also has a different shape from the Mushroom Continent. Mario, Peach, and Toad also go to Yoshi's Island which the Bros. and Peach did not go to until the events of Super Mario World in the games. Yoshi's also seems to lack the surrounding area of Dinosaur Land, let alone isn't in the Cheep Cheep Sea which located in the Mushroom Kingdom.

Also, we see a Yoshi egg in the sewers of New York in the end credits and is implied to be Mario Buddy Yoshi. However, Mario's buddy Yoshi is the Star Child Yoshi and hatched on Yoshi's Island probably during the events of Yoshi Story. They also first met during the events of Super Mario World when Bowser trapped Yoshi and his friends in eggs probably because of an previous encounter.

So yeah, I think with all that being said it should be clear now the Movie cannot be canon to the Canon of Mario Tales.

[cadet-aviator]

Clarity (3)

I wasn’t able to breach the subject for weeks. Things went their normal way – school, drill, different kinds of training in the barracks, constant work at home to keep my uniform and my school work in perfect order, inspections almost every day.

A routine which deepened itself, in my life, in my whole personality, I think. The longer it went on, the less I questioned it, the more I became the boy the Army wanted me to become - and that was exactly the boy I wanted to be.

My Dad got used to it too. It was just everyday reality, by now. It had been years since I had worn anything other than uniform. I never asked for new sneakers or new hoodies. He never had to tell me to get a haircut, or do the dishes.

I was never late for things, my school grades were fine.

He had almost forgotten that he had objected to being called ‘Sir’; he did forget, sometimes, that I wasn’t allowed to sit without him telling me to, specifically. It was almost comical, at times, him settling down for dinner, with me standing there – he’d start on his food and then he’d look up, a bit bewildered to see I hadn’t joined him, and only then would he say ‘Sit down, son…’. 

And I have to add that he did appreciate my efforts. He would come home and find all of his shirts ironed to perfection. He would even asked me, once or twice, when he was in hurry, to iron a shirt for him, since I was such a wizard at it.

On one occasion I actually polished his shoes, just before he had to run out to an important meeting. I remember that moment vividly - I was so happy to kneel for my Dad, seeing his perfectly polished shoe next to my own perfectly polished shoes. It was a something I had dreamed about, Dad and me both living a perfectly disciplined, clean life, with me in absolute obedience to him.

We did have a normal relationship, I assure you. We talked about everything – my Dad was (and is) a loving and kind person. In cadets I was instructed (rather firmly) to treat anyone older and/or in authority with respect, which meant I was not to contradict such a person, not initiate a discussion, but to take on an attentive, receptive, polite attitude. Only when Dad said something like ‘Tell me what you think, son’ would I volunteer my own opinion, but always politely, helpful, never confrontational.

The obvious point where things came to a head was ‘plans for the holidays’. Dad was still insanely busy, but he suggested we fly to Europe for a few weeks, to see Mom, do a bit of sightseeing, maybe a week at a beach – and I then had to tell him that I was ordered to spend seven weeks in Elite Camp. I was to repeat the three weeks of basic training and drill, and then do four weeks of Mess and Household Training and (I had just been told) Cadet Drill Instruction, which meant I was to command my own drill squad.

The conversation was pretty brief, actually. 

‘Seven weeks. Is that what you really want, son?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘But you hated it, last time. You were crying when you got back!’

‘Yes Sir. But I know now why that was, Sir.’

‘Why was that, then?’

‘I didn’t really apply myself, Sir. I was too focused on my own things, I wasn’t thinking about my duties, really, Sir

‘Duties?’

‘Yes Sir. Duties of a real cadet, Sir. It’s what I am, Sir, a cadet, Sir, and I want to be a perfect cadet, Sir.’

‘Nobody’s perfect, son’

‘Yes Sir. So I have to train harder, Sir, I am still so disappointed about last time, how I failed, Sir.’

‘But you are insanely disciplined, and you get those damned inspections every day!!’

‘Yes Sir. They are necessary to keep me in line and discipline me, Sir.’

‘So you’d rather go off into the jungle for two months to be made into a little bloody robot than go to Europe with me?’

‘With respect, Sir, not a robot, Sir. But yes, Sir. I have to go, Sir. Besides, I'm ordered to go, Sir, I hope you understand, Sir’.

He understood. And he consented.

It was, I think now, a great thing for him to do, to believe me, to accept that I, the 15-year old, wanted this, genuinely. It was a sacrifice - but he trusted me, even though he had sincere doubts about the whole development.

Three weeks later the school year ended, I came out with flying colours.

The school cadet drill team finished fourth in the national competition – out of 25 teams. Pretty wonderful.

I was ready to go.

(All images are AI-generated)

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MAI, THE BAREFOOT SOLDIER - PART I

In the heart of the unforgiving Vietnamese jungle, amidst the relentless cacophony of war, Mai, a valiant soldier of the Vietnamese People's Army, trudged on with bare feet. Her spirit unyielding, her resolve unwavering, but her feet bore the burden of countless battles fought without the comfort of shoes.

With each passing day, the once smooth skin of her feet became rough and calloused, a testament to the harsh realities of war.

And yet, despite the agony that plagued her every movement, Mai pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to defend her homeland against the invading American forces. But as the days stretched into weeks, the absence of proper footwear weighed heavily on her mind.

As she gingerly examined her battered soles, a wave of frustration washed over her. The once delicate skin was now rough and blistered, covered in a layer of dirt that seemed impossible to scrub away. Mai cursed under her breath, lamenting the countless days she had spent without the luxury of proper footwear.

And yet, even in her darkest moments, Mai refused to let despair consume her. With a steely resolve, she rose to her feet, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. For Mai knew that as long as she stood firm in her convictions, she'd reach the She was a soldier, a warrior, and above all, a proud defender of her homeland – barefoot or not.

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World War Two: When 600 US planes crashed in Himalayas

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View of a US Army Air Transport Command cargo plane as it flies over the snow-capped, towering mountains of the Himalayas, along the borders of India, China, and Burma, January 1945, February 20, 1945.Getty Images

Pilots called the flight route "The Hump" - a nod to the treacherous heights of the eastern Himalayas

A newly opened museum in India houses the remains of American planes that crashed in the Himalayas during World War Two. The BBC's Soutik Biswas recounts an audaciously risky aerial operation that took place when the global war arrived in India.

Since 2009, Indian and American teams have scoured the mountains in India's north-eastern state of Arunachal Pradesh, looking for the wreckage and remains of lost crews of hundreds of planes that crashed here over 80 years ago.

Some 600 American transport planes are estimated to have crashed in the remote region, killing at least 1,500 airmen and passengers during a remarkable and often-forgotten 42-month-long World War Two military operation in India. Among the casualties were American and Chinese pilots, radio operators and soldiers.

Has India's contribution to WW2 been ignored?

The operation sustained a vital air transport route from the Indian states of Assam and Bengal to support Chinese forces in Kunming and Chungking (now called Chongqing).

The war between Axis powers (Germany, Italy, Japan) and the Allies (France, Great Britain, the US, the Soviet Union, China) had reached the north-eastern part of British-ruled India. The air corridor became a lifeline following the Japanese advance to India's borders, which effectively closed the land route to China through northern Myanmar (then known as Burma).

The US military operation, initiated in April 1942, successfully transported 650,000 tonnes of war supplies across the route - an achievement that significantly bolstered the Allied victory.

This operation sustained a vital air transport route from India to support Chinese forces in Kunming and Chunking

Pilots dubbed the perilous flight route "The Hump", a nod to the treacherous heights of the eastern Himalayas, primarily in today's Arunachal Pradesh, that they had to navigate.

Over the past 14 years Indo-American teams comprising mountaineers, students, medics, forensic archaeologists and rescue experts have ploughed through dense tropical jungles and scaled altitudes reaching 15,000ft (4,572m) in Arunachal Pradesh, bordering Myanmar and China. They have included members of the US Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency (DPAA), the US agency that deals with soldiers missing in action.

The forgotten Indian soldiers of Dunkirk

With help from local tribespeople their month-long expeditions have reached crash sites, locating at least 20 planes and the remains of several missing-in-action airmen.

It is a challenging job - a six-day trek, preceded by a two-day road journey, led to the discovery of a single crash site. One mission was stranded in the mountains for three weeks after it was hit by a freak snowstorm.

"From flat alluvial plains to the mountains, it's a challenging terrain. Weather can be an issue and we have usually only the late fall and early winter to work in," says William Belcher, a forensic anthropologist involved in the expeditions.

A machine gun, pieces of debris, a camera: some of the recovered artefacts at the newly opened museum

Discoveries abound: oxygen tanks, machine guns, fuselage sections. Skulls, bones, shoes and watches have been found in the debris and DNA samples taken to identify the dead. A missing airman's initialled bracelet, a poignant relic, exchanged hands from a villager who recovered it in the wreckage. Some crash sites have been scavenged by local villagers over the years and the aluminium remains sold as scrap.

These and other artefacts and narratives related to these doomed planes now have a home in the newly opened The Hump Museum in Pasighat, a scenic town in Arunachal Pradesh nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas.

US Ambassador to India, Eric Garcetti, inaugurated the collection on 29 November, saying, "This is not just a gift to Arunachal Pradesh or the impacted families, but a gift to India and the world." Oken Tayeng, director of the museum, added: "This is also a recognition of all locals of Arunachal Pradesh who were and are still an integral part of this mission of respecting the memory of others".

The museum starkly highlights the dangers of flying this route. In his vivid memoirs of the operation, Maj Gen William H Tunner, a US Air Force pilot, remembers navigating his C-46 cargo plane over villages on steep slopes, broad valleys, deep gorges, narrow streams and dark brown rivers.

Wreckage of many planes has been found in the mountains in recent years

The flights, often navigated by young and freshly trained pilots, were turbulent. The weather on The Hump, according to Tunner, changed "from minute to minute, from mile to mile": one end was set in the low, steamy jungles of India; the other in the mile-high plateau of western China.

Heavily loaded transport planes, caught in a downdraft, might quickly descend 5,000ft, then swiftly rise at a similar speed. Tunner writes about a plane flipping onto its back after encountering a downdraft at 25,000ft.

Spring thunderstorms, with howling winds, sleet, and hail, posed the greatest challenge for controlling planes with rudimentary navigation tools. Theodore White, a journalist with Life magazine who flew the route five times for a story, wrote that the pilot of one plane carrying Chinese soldiers with no parachutes decided to crash-land after his plane got iced up.

The co-pilot and the radio operator managed to bail out and land on a "great tropical tree and wandered for 15 days before friendly natives found them". Local communities in remote villages often rescued and nursed wounded survivors of the crashes back to health. (It was later learnt that the plane had landed safely and no lives had been lost.)

Does Nolan's Dunkirk ignore the role of the Indian army?

Not surprisingly, the radio was filled with mayday calls. Planes were blown so far off course they crashed into mountains pilots did not even know were within 50 miles, Tunner remembered. One storm alone crashed nine planes, killing 27 crew and passengers. "In these clouds, over the entire route, turbulence would build up of a severity greater than I have seen anywhere in the world, before or since," he wrote.

Parents of missing airmen held out the hope that their children were still alive. "Where is my son? I'd love the world to know/Has his mission filled and left the earth below?/Is he up there in that fair land, drinking at the fountains, or is he still a wanderer in India's jungles and mountains?" wondered Pearl Dunaway, the mother of a missing airman, Joseph Dunaway, in a poem in 1945.

The China-bound US transport planes took off from airbases in India's Assam

The missing airmen are now the stuff of legend. "These Hump men fight the Japanese, the jungle, the mountains and the monsoons all day and all night, every day and every night the year round. The only world they know is planes. They never stop hearing them, flying them, patching them, cursing them. Yet they never get tired of watching the planes go out to China," recounted White.

The operation was indeed a daredevil feat of aerial logistics following the global war that reached India's doorstep. "The hills and people of Arunachal Pradesh were drawn into the drama, heroism and tragedies of the World War Two by the Hump operation," says Mr Tayeng. It's a story few know.

[just-a-little-darkness]

The Unwanted

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She was trembling, and she couldn’t stop.

Emma wasn’t sure why – beyond this being a terrible nightmare that she wasn’t able to wake up from – but there was certainly something about this that felt… real. She’d had vivid dreams before, but this? Something was different, and she couldn’t explain how.

Still, despite the strange journey through space and time being hauled like unwanted baggage by a shadow with glowing eyes, she was able to make it on unsteady feet and run.

The shadow didn’t try to stop her. It just watched as she ran away, deeper into the foreign jungle.

There was something fantastical about the jungle that, at the time, she wasn’t able to place but later recognized as dreamlike and magical. She passed by a particularly shaped rock seven times before realizing she was running in circles.

Lungs and calves burning, she gasped and sobbed to a stop, leaning against the rock.Just where was she?

Voices, close and mocking, called out for her. She didn’t recognize them, but she knew that tone. She’d heard it many times in different homes. It screamed of danger.

And so, she hid. She hid until a hand covered her mouth and pulled her even further into the darkness.

“Don’t scream,” the voice breathed into her ear. A puff of warm air curled against the lobe. 

The person gripped her face and arms tighter as an army of people ran past – crowing and cawing like mad men. When they were mere long lost whispers in the wind did the person holding her release her.

When her arms were free, she curled her hands into fists and whirled around to them.

A boy – brown eyes and brown hair, nothing particularly memorable or discerning – smiled shyly back at her. 

“Sorry,” he said, his voice still soft. “They do this to – you’re a girl?”

“What’s wrong with that?” she said, looking him up and down. His clothes were old and well worn and the heavy bags under his eyes carved out trenches to hold the bruises from lost sleep. They were highlighted by the frown taking over his face.

“Nothing wrong with being a girl. It’s just that, well, he doesn’t want girls here.”

She frowned at that, crossing her arms in front of her. She wished that she was wearing more than her buffalo plaid pajama pants and Pink Floyd t-shirt. Socks and shoes, at the very least.

“Who doesn’t?”

The boy gave a soft laugh, wiping his hands on his trousers.

“We need to hide,” he said after a moment.

“If you think I’m going anywhere with you –”

“Look. If you’re here, it’s for a reason.” The boy’s sharp, brown eyes met her, making her breath catch in her throat. “Pan doesn’t keep girls. He wants nothing to do with them. You, though? You have to be special.”

“Pan?”

“I’ll explain later.”

“And you expect me to go with you?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Look,” he said, “this isn’t a safe spot to discuss this. They’re going to come back, and they’re going to be a lot less nice than I am.”

“And why should I trust you?” she said, tugging at the sides of her t-shirt.

“You shouldn’t, but I can get you back home.”

She barked out a laugh.

“Back home?” she said. “Unless you can make my parents magically appear, you won’t be able to get me back home.”

A frown pursed his face as he contemplated.

“You’re an orphan,” he said. “Me too.”

She… wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“Look, I’m trying to get to a world with no magic. You can come with me.”

“How?”

He held his hand out to her and gave her another shy smile.

“I know a way back. I just haven’t had a chance to try it yet.”

She hesitated a moment before grasping his hand.

“Okay,” she said. “What do I need to do?”

His face softened and he smiled wider.

“Not much,” he said. “Just trust me. I’ll make sure you get back home and out of Neverland.”

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Indian Army Shoes: Durability, Comfort, and Excellence

The Indian Army is known for its strength, discipline, and dedication. To support these attributes, the footwear worn by its soldiers must meet the highest standards of durability, comfort, and functionality. Indian Army shoes are a crucial part of the military uniform, designed to withstand the toughest conditions and provide the utmost support to the brave soldiers who protect the nation.

The Importance of Quality Footwear

In the demanding environment that soldiers operate in, having reliable footwear is essential. Indian Army shoes are engineered to provide excellent performance in various terrains, whether it's the scorching deserts, dense forests, or icy mountains. The right shoes not only enhance a soldier's mobility but also prevent injuries, ensuring they can perform their duties effectively.

Key Features of Indian Army Shoes

Durability: Indian Army shoes are crafted from high-quality materials that ensure long-lasting durability. They are designed to withstand the harshest conditions, from rugged landscapes to extreme weather. The shoes are built to endure heavy use without compromising on performance.

Comfort: Comfort is a top priority for military footwear. Indian Army shoes feature ergonomic designs that provide superior comfort during long marches and extended wear. Cushioned insoles, breathable materials, and proper arch support help in reducing fatigue and preventing foot problems.

Protection: These shoes offer excellent protection against various elements. They come with reinforced toes and heels to protect against impacts and injuries. Some models are also waterproof, providing protection in wet and muddy conditions.

Traction: Indian Army shoes are equipped with high-traction outsoles to ensure a firm grip on different surfaces. This is particularly important for maintaining stability and preventing slips during operations.

Lightweight: Despite their rugged construction, Indian Army shoes are designed to be lightweight. This helps in reducing the burden on soldiers, allowing for greater agility and speed during movements.

Types of Indian Army Shoes

There are different types of shoes designed to meet specific needs of the Indian Army personnel:

Combat Boots: These are the standard issue boots for soldiers, designed for durability and protection in various combat scenarios. They offer ankle support and are built to endure rough use.

Jungle Boots: Made for operations in forested areas, these boots are designed to be lightweight and breathable while providing adequate protection and grip.

Desert Boots: Specifically designed for desert operations, these boots are made to withstand high temperatures and sandy conditions. They offer ventilation and moisture-wicking properties to keep feet cool and dry.

Cold Weather Boots: For operations in icy and snowy terrains, these boots are insulated to provide warmth. They are also waterproof and offer excellent grip on slippery surfaces.

Conclusion Indian Army shoes are a testament to the importance of high-quality footwear in military operations. Designed with meticulous attention to detail, these shoes provide the durability, comfort, and protection that soldiers need to perform their duties with confidence. As the Indian Army continues to face diverse challenges, the right footwear ensures that its soldiers are always prepared, agile, and ready to protect the nation. Investing in Indian Army shoes means investing in the safety and efficiency of the brave men and women who serve our country.

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Military Dress Uniforms, Army Products Made in India, and Army Jungle Shoes

The Indian Army is a symbol of strength, discipline, and dedication. It is not only recognized for its bravery but also for its distinguished appearance and the quality of its equipment. In this blog post, we will explore three key elements: military dress uniforms, army products made in India, and army jungle shoes. Each of these plays a significant role in supporting the functionality and representation of the Indian armed forces.

Military Dress Uniforms :

Military dress uniforms are more than just clothing; they are a representation of honor, tradition, and professionalism. These uniforms are designed to maintain a polished and respectful appearance during ceremonies, parades, and formal events. In India, military dress uniforms are crafted with high-quality fabrics that ensure durability and comfort. They often feature distinctive insignias, ranks, and colors that signify the wearer’s role within the army. The attention to detail in these uniforms reflects the pride and heritage of the Indian armed forces.

Army Products Made in India :

Alongside military dress uniforms, a wide range of army products made in India plays a crucial role in the daily operations and training of soldiers. These products include tactical gear, backpacks, and other essential accessories designed to meet the specific needs of the armed forces. By focusing on local manufacturing, the Indian Army supports the national economy while ensuring that the equipment is tailored for Indian conditions. Locally made army products not only boost operational efficiency but also promote self-reliance in defense manufacturing.

Army Jungle Shoes :

For soldiers serving in challenging terrains, army jungle shoes are an essential part of their gear. These shoes are specifically designed to provide comfort and support in rugged environments, like forests and mountainous regions. Made with durable materials, army jungle shoes feature excellent grip and protection, allowing soldiers to navigate difficult terrains effectively. Proper footwear is vital for maintaining the health and performance of soldiers, making these shoes a critical investment in their safety and operational capability.

Conclusion

In conclusion, military dress uniforms, army products made in India, and army jungle shoes are integral components of the Indian Army's identity and effectiveness. These elements not only enhance the army’s professional appearance but also ensure that soldiers are well-equipped for their duties. By prioritizing local manufacturing and quality craftsmanship, the Indian Army not only strengthens its operational capabilities but also fosters national pride. Each of these aspects contributes to the overall readiness and success of the armed forces, reflecting the dedication of those who serve the nation.

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(from top to bottom left to right: Imperial Palace, Yasakuni Shrine, Ichiran Ramen, View from elevator of Shibuya Sky, coffee that I got at imperial palace that I had high hopes for but was dissapointed [it just tasted like normal coffee])

May 9 - Imperial Palace, Yasakuni Shrine, Shibuya Sky

Today we started the day by visiting the Imperial Palace where we learned about the design of the moats, bridges, and gates and how all three elements worked together to produce a very well-defended structure. If an army was trying to invade the palace, the only way they would be able to go was through the multiple choke points created by the gates and sharp angles of the bridges. They could not go any other way because of the moat and very steep walls made from massive, virtually immoveable stones. You cannot go into any of the palace buildings but you can walk around the gardens, which were very pretty and had the most beautiful Koi I have ever seen in my life. After the palace, we walked to Yasukuni Shrine which is a very contentious site in Japan because there are war criminals enshrined there and many do not believe these war criminals should be honored by being left at the shrine. After Yasukuni we took the train back to Shibuya where we ate at Ichiran Ramen which was very cool and extremely good, then we shopped around and I bought some Adidas shoes and a shirt. I also decided randomly to do the Shibuya Sky lookout tower which was super cool because I got to see a different angle of the Shibuya crossing and I could see the mountains way better from that POV. I tried to find a mochi place but all the ones the internet suggested were closed by the time I was looking (about 6pm) which was shocking to me because it wasn't late at all but I guess mochi places just don't stay open very late.

Academic Reflection

After reading the two farming articles, I found it alarming that Japan has such an issue with low domestic production of food. A quick Google Search told me that Japan imports around 60% of all the food they consume. If this was true about the United States I would be very concerned about the immediate future of the country. That being said, I understand that Japan is a small country and much of it is now covered in concrete jungle, but having to rely on outside sources for 60% of your food seems like a dangerous game to play, especially after the COVID pandemic when it became clear that global supply chains are quite fragile and vulnerable to collapse from many different angles. I understand that the government is taking measures to address this low yield, but the situation seems quite precarious to me.

[aajjks]

TC!Jungkook

Oh my throat hurts. Jungkook… Why are you crying? It’s okay. I’m okay baby. It was probably just an accident, don’t worry… I’m okay I just feel drained. Jimin is staying with me? Why-No! You said I’d stay with you and I am! He’s targeting you Jungkook. If he’s coming after you then it’s not just you who’s going to fight. I refus-… A letter to me? Jungkook, what does Dave mean written to me? Give me the letter Jungkook. Now!

*With trembling fingers she opens the letter and reads the poem.*

Is he after both of us? What did the first letter say Jungkook… Wait, he’s been after me to hurt you? So… If he’s after me, to kill me… It’s because killing me will hurt you? So he’s not coming to physically attack you… He wants to physically me to emotionally hurt you. Oh my God… Okay. Okay well. I should tell you that last night. When we were coming back up the stairs with our dinners, I thought I saw a shadow at the top of the steps. I’m sorry… I just thought I was being stupid. That I was seeing thing because I was scared. All I’ve wanted to do was make this less stressful for you and all I’ve done is add more into your shoulders. I’m sorry Jungkook…

*For the rest of the evening the Queen barley ushered a word. As night began to set, Jungkook walked his wife upstairs to her room before searching the entire room to make sure the was safe for her to stay. Kissing her goodbye, Jungkook began his own search. Sending men out into town while he chose to search near the castle in case anything were to happen. Sargent Dace would be the one to stay with the Queen for the night as Jimin is more familiar with the whereabouts, he would be leading the team that searched out to town.*

Will you come back to me tonight or will I see you in the morning? Be safe Jungkook. Please. I can’t live without you. I love you.

*Hours after Jungkooks departure, Yn is laying in her bed wide awake with nothing but negative thoughts. “What if this is all a trick to get Jungkooks guard down?” “What if the man changes his mind and attacks my husband?” “Is he still in the house? How did he even get in?” Feeling smothered by her thoughts, she steps outside onto the balcony for fresh air. She looks up at the moon, shining so brightly, it’s the only light she can see. The forest is as dark as coal. Only the outline of tree branches could be seen over the horizon. She hears her chamber doors opening and shutting. Thinking it was Dace, she didn’t bother turning around. Only when she hears the scuffles of shoes rushing her way does she turn around. It’s too late. All she sees is a dark hooded figure before she’s being shoved off the balcony.*

“The moon will shine for God knows how long.
As if it still matters. As if someone is trying to recall a dream.
Believe the brain is a cage of light and rage. When it shuts off, something else switches on.
There’s no better reason than now to lock the doors, the windows.”

*Is written on a freshly new letter is placed on the outside of the King and Queens chamber doors. Waiting for the King to arrive and pick it up to read.*

Nothing.

There is no sign of that fucker- jungkook is tired of searching in the jungle. And he really paranoid about leaving you alone because he’s not there with you And he is really paranoid about leaving you alone because he’s not there with you.

So he just decides to bring his pack back to the palace, he just wants to come back to you and sleep with you in his arms one more time

The journey is a little long I know the sun is shining, Jungkook and his army of men enter the palace, and Jungkook quickly gets off his horse before running to the golden wing, so he can see you.

“Y/n baby?” He calls out, his voice echoes, “Sergeant dace!?” He calls out for his man, and he rolls his eyes He gets no response, so he just sucks it up and goes to his chamber.

But again, there is no sign of you and that’s funny. He gets the goosebumps.. “y-yn?!?” He frantically runs all over your shared bedroom and when you’re not there? Jungkook is almost getting a heart attack-

You’re not even in the balcony, “YNNNNN!” He screams in anger before dace picks up the letter.

And Jungkook immediately snatches it from dace, he’s seeing red right now, that bastard took you away.

“HE TOOK HER!”

[fashionamelia]

Ultralight Men Army Boots Military Shoes Combat Tactical Ankle Boots For Men Desert Jungle Boots Outdoor Shoes

[bobapril]

Well, these are just Army boots. Nothing wrong with that, of course - they last a LONG time with proper care, the part that wears out first (the soles) can be replaced, and they support the ankles and arches better than any other shoe I've ever worn. (Which only makes sense, since they're made for people to literally walk for miles.) But given my experience of wearing them professionally, it's hard for me to see them as a fashion choice. That's a "me" thing, though - you do you, and slay. Get real leather, though - the lightweight stuff is plastic, and it scuffs if you look at it harshly. If you really need lightweight, look for "jungle boots" with canvas replacing a lot of the leather - but you lose the waterproofing. Also, those in the picture would look better with a decent spit-shine. The ouppy could help.

The lil devil on my shoulder keeps whispering "a new pair of chunky boots with a little bit of heel couldn't hurt" while the lil angel on my shoulder whispers "she's got a point you would absolutely slay in those"

[dandyshoecare]

Before and after.

Ever since I was a child I wanted to be different from others. I used to dress differently, and had an unconventional hairstyle. This feature brought me where I am now. I started making hand colored shoes  just to have a pair of shoes that were unique, that no one else could have. Now I am happy when I can make the shoes of my clients being unique. You too can be unique. Please contact me directly and I will create for you a true work of art. 

[satuguro]

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ THUS ALWAYS TO TYRANTS

[ ACT II : THE CITY IN THE TREES. ]

jacaerys velaryon x reader

#SYNOPSIS— lucerys is a little afraid of tigers, the city of iona is beautiful, and jacaerys likes looking shiny.

#CONTAINS— not canon au, lady of a house! reader, flawed reader, slowburn, later enemies to lovers, gore, blood, death, sexual content (later on in the series, after a time skip)

#AUTHORSNOTE— there will be some aspects of the original story that i changed. i added a new house that i created, and the reader has golden eyes purely for the plot, but remember, everything else is you. also, there's a weird glitch that duplicates some of my paragraphs, so i'm sorry about that. tthank you for all the support on the first part!

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV

"again!" akari yelled, readying his bamboo sword as he pointed it to you. his feet, bare against the floor of the jungle, stood firm as he bent his legs, ready to strike at any moment.

you were on the ground, nose bleeding profusely under the lanterns that hung above you and your trainer. you were only three and ten, much too young to train but much too stubborn to quit, for you stabbed your sword into the soil and forced yourself up. "i am up," you seethed, the anger of losing beating hard in your chest as you got up and into position.

"then fight," akari raised his sword up further, obsidian eyes glaring at you under thick brows. akari was a retired general from your father's army, and had chosen retirement not out of force, but simply because he wanted to. he was in his late 50s now, wise enough to guide his old army from afar but old enough to choose to live peacefully. for a while, he did; he owned a stall in the market that was popular for all types of fishing supplies and knives, and he was a stubborn haggler who only allowed discounts if the customer was as quick and as stubborn as he was.

which was why he agreed to train you. with your father's reluctant permission, of course.

you dove towards him, swiftly side stepping to try and hit the back of his legs. but of course, akari was quicker than you were; his sword blocked your hit, and he turned to kick you in the stomach with his opposite leg. you groaned as you laid on the ground, gripping your stomach as you curled into a fetal position.

"i believe that that is all we will be doing today," akari stated, walking towards his shoes to slip them back on. his brushed his white beard with his fingers to get rid of the little bits of dirt in them, not even paying you any mind as he began to walk back to his home.

"one more!" you said, forcing yourself to get up yet again, your stomach aching with pain as you gripped it. "please, let's go again."

"i told your father that when i said enough, i meant it," akari looked at you, dark eyes almost threatening you to argue with him, "you agreed to that, lady y/n. adhere to it."

you often found yourself training on the days your father was too focused on your brother. it wasn’t his fault — you understood that it wasn’t simple readying your son to rule over a whole island. but you knew you had time before your father would turn his sights to you to be the next leader. magnus was kind, thoughtful, empathetic, and cunning all at once; he was going to be the perfect lord. but you, being the youngest and only three and ten, had the time to be impulsive. you could afford to be curious, to explore the forests and and train until your bones break.

you had the time to be your age.

you forced yourself up by stabbing your bamboo sword into the soil, placing your other hand on your upright knee as you slowly tried to stand up. you winced in pain at that action, retreating back to a singular knee as you felt the pain spread wide on your leg. drops of blood from your nose fell to the ground and seeped into the soil, painting the rich dirt with red.

you forced yourself up by stabbing your bamboo sword into the soil, placing your other hand on your upright knee as you slowly tried to stand up. you winced in pain at that action, retreating back to a singular knee as you felt the pain spread wide on your leg. drops of blood from your nose fell to the ground and seeped into the soil, painting the rich dirt with red.

you forced yourself up by stabbing your bamboo sword into the soil, placing your other hand on your upright knee as you slowly tried to stand up. you winced in pain at that action, retreating back to a singular knee as you felt the pain spread wide on your leg. drops of blood from your nose fell to the ground and seeped into the soil, painting the rich dirt with red.

your father always said that iona's fertile soil was achieved not from simple nature, but from the blood of battle.

stiffly, akari brought out a handkerchief from his pocket, embroidered with the same golden thread used for your clothing. he knelt down to your level and gave it to you, not saying a word as he watched you intently. your hands were shaking, the adrenaline from the fight and the angry thoughts of not winning too strong to keep you still. he could see your eyes well up out of frustration, making your golden eyes shine brighter as you sniffled harshly.

"go to magnus, child," akari muttered, watching you avoid his eyes, too busy focusing on being tough to pay attention to how you actually felt. he sighed, placing his hand on his knee to stand up straight again. "learning how to fight takes time, strength, and agility," he said, "but most importantly, you need to be kind to yourself during this time. you are making good progress, but you will not be a master if your mind is not as strong as your body."

you nodded, not saying a word as akari turned away from you to walk back to his house. you watched him disappear into the surrounding plants, sniffing angrily to yourself.

that night, you had climbed the steps of the tree nearby and ran back home. magnus always knew how to help with fighting wounds. he had always laughed about it, saying that he had to teach himself because of how often he injured himself after training.

you ran inside your temple, going straight to his door. you gave a small nod to the guards in either side as you knocked. "magnus?"

silence. you frowned; usually he was back in his room by now.

"i'm hurt, brother, can you please help?"

silence.

you pushed his door open, finding only an empty room and an open window. you could feel yourself panic, the sudden realization hitting you; he actually did it. you didn't think he was serious - you should have known better than to underestimate your own family.

"guards!" you yelled, running to the open window and looking down. there was a rope that led all the way down the mountain and to the beach below. it was high tide, and the footprints he would have left behind were long washed away now; yet another secret washed away with the sea. you picked up the tied rope, swallowing thickly as you unsheathed your dagger, cutting it off the balcony. you turned around to the guards that ran into your brothers room. "call my father! my brother is missing!"

the islands of iona were located in the summer sea, a mile or two off the mainland. the island was located in the summer sea, barely visible from the shore.

the islands, from up above, were in the shape of a crescent that was open away from the shore. there were cliffs that were dislocated from the shore, coming off of the island at all sides. it made the island look like a sun from above.

surrounded by the deepest blue ocean jacaerys had ever seen, iona was filled to the brim with trees and shrubs. a row of mountains ran along the middle of the main island, equally as green as the rest of the scenery. the sands were a pure black and surrounded the edges of the island. boats were casted out around her — a sight only seen by the rhaenyra and her sons due to their dragons — and docked on a boardwalk market along the island’s cove. rocky cliffs sat to one side of iona, with ragged stones visible among the crashing waves. on the side of the island stood a desolate volcano — the only thing besides the hills and mountains that towered over the trees.

iona’s rainforest had some of the tallest trees he had ever seen. it seemed as though they reached for the heavens— as if they were reaching for their dragons. from above, iona almost seemed abandoned. almost, for along the wide shore towards the mainland were four figures with two tigers standing alongside them.

you squinted up at the royals, allowing your eyes to relax as their dragons’ figures casted a shadow over you. they were breathtaking in the bright sun, their scales shining bright against the lights and their wings creating a stronge breeze that rippled the waters as they neared. never had you seen such creatures, and you had to remind yourself to maintain a cool front— your father allowed you to greet them and bring them to him.

out of slight nervousness, your hand went to pet your tiger, vulcan. he gently pressed his face into your open palm, blowing air out of his nostrils out of familiarity. his white fur was wet from the oceanwater he had been running through not too long ago— unlike your brother’s tiger, ares, who stood on your other side, he was much younger.

the dragons landed a little ways in front of you and your cohorts, their large feet splashing in the water as they alnded. princess rhaenyra, prince lucerys, and prince jacaerys; all three dismounted their dragons, and you allowed yourself to walk closer.

“princess rhaenyra, prince lucerys, prince jace— jacaerys,” your felt your face flush red at your slip up, and you purposefully avoided eye contact with the prince as you curtsied, “iona and house arslan welcomes you.”

“history books truly does not do this place justice, lady y/n,” princess rhaenyra responded, returning your smile as she looked at you. “my husband has decided to stay at our home in dragonstone to keep everything grounded,” her eyes floated to your tigers, then to your cohorts, as though she was searching for someone, “where is your father? i believe he had told me that he would be arriving.”

“he has been aiding in the festivities," you laughed softly to yourself, "he’s a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to these things." out of pure wonder and curiosity, you looked up at the three dragons before you, frilling their necks as they got themselves situated to the hot and humid weather. they seemed to be enjoying it, for the summer sea was much hotter than most places further north. "your dragons are beautiful." you didn't take a step towards them, instead turning to the royals and asking, "what are their names?"

the bushes in the rainforest began to shake, the sound of heavy paws against the green floor reaching your ears. your cohorts turned to the sound, hands hovering over their spears as the sound neared. lucerys took a step closer to his mother, hiding a part of his body from whatever was about to jump out. jacaerys’ hand moved closer to his own weapon, his action wary as the eyes of a tiger were visible in the shaded jungle.

but even in the shade, jacaerys could see the second pair of eyes that sat right above the first, larger pair of eyes.

lord aegeus arslan, sat atop his own tiger, appeared from the thick foliage. his tiger (on its four legs) was large, almost as big as a bear on its four legs. it stood proudly in front of the others, its marks more orbital than the other two, and its fur shone tan and white. easily, lord aegeus slid off of his tiger, keeping a hand on it as he reached for his cane. he bowed, “princess rhaenyra, welcome to iona. house arslan welcomes you and your sons.”

you allowed him to take over with greeting the queen, your heart thumping hard in your chest. speaking so casually to the heir — as though she was simply another, well respected diplomat — you didn’t know how he did it. that had always been a problem you had tried to work with, one that had always been your downfall. because while you had mastered fighting with both words and your tongue, there was still a certain anxiety behind it all. socializing wasn’t your strong suit, you knew that, but that worried you even more. you were too busy asking the names of their dragons to keep yourself poised in front of the heir. you couldn't let your impulsive curiosity overtake you again; you had to be a perfect leader.

your fingernails dug into your palms, creating small crescents. mentally, you were criticizing yourself. you talked too little when you were supposed to speak up, spoke too much when you were supposed to be quieter—

“their names are syrax, vermax, and arrax.”

you turned towards jacaerys, who stood next to you. he looked as poised as ever, standing straight with his hands behind his back, but he was looking at you. you blinked, watching his eyes move down to your hands. quickly, you clasped them, acting indifferent to the worry that shadowed his face. "they are beautiful. i was just curious - it is not every day that we have dragons and dragon riders visit, you know."

"it's okay to ask, you know," jacaerys said softly, making you nod, still avoiding eye contact. "will they be well taken care of? we saw the volcano a bit away from here."

“rhea, cadmius, and achaikos will take good care of them. we have underground areas near that volcano that can house them during your stay.” you looked behind you to find your father bring princess rhaenyra closer to the rainforest, no doubt speaking about how your island worked. “i suppose we should follow them.”

“wait!”

you turned your head towards him, offering a small smile, “yes, luke?”

ever so wary, his eyes drifted to the two tigers that sat next to you. orion, your brother’s black tiger, on your left, and your own tiger to your left. hesitantly, he asked, “are they friendly?”

“no.” you stated, biting back a grin as you watched the young prince’s face fall. “i only jest, prince luke. they are friendly— to those who deserve their kindness.”

you motioned for the princes to come closer to vulcan as you squatted down to your tiger’s level.

“brother, you go first,” lucerys muttered, nudging jacaerys closer as he moved behind him.

jacaerys smirked at him, slowly moving down to the tiger’s level, “scared, luke?” he teased.

“am not!”

“whatever you say.” jacaerys looked at you, moving his hand closer to vulcan. gently, your hand wrapped around his wrist, slowly guiding his hand to be in front of vulcan.

vulcan was the youngest of the tigers your family had, he being your tiger. he was a beautiful white tiger, with sharp saber teeth that certainly weren’t fully grown. he was only a year old, since, due to tradition, arslans were gifted their own tigers on their fifteenth name day. but while vulcan was considerably young, he was already the size of a well fed dog.

“allow him to sniff you first,” you guided, still holding his wrist as you watched him. you could feel his pulse against your fingertips, strong and steady, signaling his fearlessness.

vulcan sniffed him, his eyes dilating as he did. his golden eyes — identical to yours, jacaerys noted — stared at him, before he pushed his nose into jacaerys’ hand.

“see? i told you.” you let go of jacaerys’s hand, offering your own hand to lucerys. “be gentle. tigers demand respect, similarly to nobles,” you guided lucerys as well, watching as a grin appeared on his face as he finally pet vulcan behind his ear. “but to them, there are no castes. they are no royals— through their eyes, everyone is equal.”

you stood back up, brushing off your dress. ares was long gone, already choosing to slink back into the jungle.

ares was 6 years old, and since he had been so used to magnus, it was hard for anyone to be his companion. for a year, he had been lost to the iona rainforest, until he appeared in magnus’ room when you were visiting it. since then, ares chose and picked when he appeared by your side.

“he will meet us at the temple,” you turned away from the princes, patting vulcan twice and watching him run off into the jungle. the two princes followed closely behind you as you walked.

“don’t we need him to make our way through the jungle?” lucerys asked, walking to your left as he stomped his way through the sand.

“my tiger, vulcan, and my brother magnus’ tiger, ares, both know the way through the jungle,” you explained, holding your dress up until your shoes reached the entrance of the jungle. “they shadow us from the rainforest floor, keeping us away from the other, untamed animals within.”

you followed your father, pushing away some foliage next to a rather large tree. “sometimes, our people opt to walk on the jungle floor.” it revealed covered steps that went all the way up the tree, a thick bundle of vines acting as a railing for those who used it. “but sometimes, we use our bridges.”

“bridges,” jacaerys breathed, and you smiled a playful smile at him.

“yes, that is what i said, my prince.” you bit back a laugh as you motioned for them to follow you up the steps.

“jace, remember?” jacaerys hummed behind you, and you only scoffed.

the steps went all the way up the tree, leading to a larger platform. there were guards situated there with their bows, focused on guarding the shoreline. their clothing was identical to the color of the foliage, making them blend in much more than they already were. they greeted them with a bow, and you raised a hand and said a small, “hello omari, acacius. as you were.” from their platform, they could see the shore perfectly; they could see potential enemies before they could see them.

silently, jacaerys wondered just how many of them were hidden among the trees.

“the people of iona, as well as my family, have learned to live with nature rather than against it,” you said, moving to one side of the platform, where a bridge led deeper into the rainforest, “so rather than live on the crowded and much more dangerous jungle floor,” you walked down the bridge, “we learned to live in the trees.”

jacaerys’ hands gripped the bridge railings, the texture slightly rough against his skin. “these bridges.. are they made of the trees?”

you sent them a proud smile behind your back, your hand coming up to feel along the tree, “not quite, my prince. this entire bridge is a part of the tree we climbed up, as well as the next tree. they are like their branches; our bridges are the trees."

“but how did you build it like this?” lucerys looked down from the bridge as he walked, mouth opening slightly when he saw the treehouses on the lower sections of the trees. even there, there were bridges leading from one tree and the next. each tree house seemed to either be a shop or a home, and ionians were all moving around on all the bridges, tending to their daily activities. “jace,” lucerys tugged on his brother’s clothes, nodding down to the community.

jacaerys cursed under his breath at the sight, the intricacy and beauty behind every bridge and building prominent. they were overgrown with vines and flowers alike, but the ionians didn’t care. in fact, they seemed to embrace it; fruit grew proudly along the side of one house, and children running on the platforms and bridges each grabbed one happily. lanterns hung from each house and on the side of bridges, illuminating the town, and jacaerys swore he saw an old woman bringing out food for a group of nearby monkeys.

the trees above them completely shielded them from the harsh sunlight, only allowing a few rays in through the cracks. the weather is humid, but comfortable.

“your city is beautiful,” jacaerys said softly as you continued to walk.

“i know,” you looked down at your people, waving at a group of children, who squealed in happiness at your attention, “we are currently on the tallest bridge in the rainforest, which is usually used by my house, diplomats or the guards. from here, you can see our entire town.”

“will we explore it all soon, y/n?” lucerys asked, excitement evident in his tone, and you laughed softly as you nodded.

“you will be here for a week and a half, luke; i will show you around personally.”

arslan temple was built into the mountain range that ran along the island like a spine. it was well hidden, overgrown with vines and flowers alike, with two statues of tigers next to the large doors, both carved out of the mountain itself.

it was cool inside, for the only sunlight that shone in came in through the windows. lanterns hung from above the corridors, and tapestries full of the history of iona decorated the walls, some of the thread shining gold in the warm light. you greeted each of your servants by their names, your smile genuine as you walked by them and led the princes to their rooms.

"your rooms are next to your mother's; i figured that it would be appreciated." you pushed open a door to reveal a rather large room with a balcony that overlooked the cove. it was decorated well, with a large closet, table and sofas, and a mirror. thick vines ran up the walls and onto the ceiling, coming down to hold a large lantern overhead. the bed had a canopy with white linen that hung from them, the cloth pinned to the engraved posts for availability. there were hanging plants that came down to act as a curtain to reveal the balcony, and bits of sunlight shone through the breaks. there was another window next to it with the same hanging plants. "prince lucerys, here is your room."

"thank you, lady y/n." he entered, immediately going to the balcony to look at the view.

you and jacaerys closed the door to his room, and you clasped your hands behind your back as you said, "he reminds me so much of my brother." you both began to walk down the corridor.

"how so?" jacaerys questioned, looking down at you. all he and the rest of the eight kingdoms had heard of magnus arslan was that he had died in sea. they heard that there was a traditional ionian funeral that was held shortly after his death; what they didn't hear, was that his funeral boat was empty.

"his charm," you stated, a sad smile on your face as you thought of your brother, "my brother was always the more charming one - much more charming than me."

"i would not doubt that."

"you are not supposed to agree." you glared at the laughing prince, "while i respect your family greatly, it doesn't mean i don't feel provoked to hit you." your threats were empty, a small thankfulness in your chest bubbling as the topic was swiftly changed.

you never liked dwelling on your memories with magnus. you had a slight contempt in your heart for him choosing to leave, not because he actually left, but because he never told you. he left you without so much as a goodbye, without so much as a warning, and you still covered for him.

why? because he was your brother.

"i'm sorry, lady y/n; it was too good of an opportunity to give up," jacaerys poked your arm, biting back a grin, "i do want to thank you, though."

"what for?"

"the ravens. i read every single one, you know."

"well, it would have been rude if you didn't," you commented wittily, rolling your eyes with a smile, "it is not every day that i find myself making friends; much less with the prince himself. i wanted to continue to talk with you," you stood in front of a door, "here are your chambers, prince jacaerys."

his room was nearly identical to lucerys', but his balcony was decorated with two chairs and a small table. jacaerys walked inside, making his way to the balcony and raising the curtain of plants with one arm, "care to join me, my lady?"

"your lady?" you fired back, raising an eyebrow, silently demanding him to correct himself.

"lady y/n," he corrected quickly, eyebrows furrowing as he cursed at himself under his breath, "hobrenka." jacaerys watched you intently as you closed the door behind you, walking towards him and slipping under his arm to go through the curtain.

you sent him a glare as you did, saying a short, "i am not your lady, jacaerys," that showed your obvious dislike to the idea.

jacaerys groaned, "i know, y/n. it was a simple mistake." he moved to the edge of the balcony, placing his hands on the railing as he gazed over the cove. below him, the market was as busy as ever, with fisherman moving in and out of the cove, sellers and customers haggling over prices, and piles of fruits, spices, and cooked food out for anyone to buy. "will you take me there?" he asked you, his eyes remaining on the marketplace.

"hm," you leaned your back against the railing next to him, pretending to think as you picked at your fingernails, "i suppose that tonight, i will. we have a celebration planned for you and your family," you looked over your shoulder, down at the thriving market, "but the night market is happening tonight as well. so if you truly insist.."

"i really do," jacaerys' grin was wide as he poked you again (what was it with him and poking your arm?). "i must ask.. did you have this planned out before my arrival?"

"do you assume that i was so excited by your presence that i planned an entire scandalous night? you royals truly do expect the most from us."

"you are so kind, lady y/n."

"shut up."

jacaerys had been to many celebrations, but nothing as beautiful as iona's.

their celebration venue was not hosted in the arslan temple, but rather, outside in the largest platform they had. built around one of their strongest trees, the platform went completely around and stretched to other platforms, all of which were held up by the trees many branches. ionian architects had learned to manipulate the branches to grow to hold up the platform, a feat that only they and house arslan knew. from above, vines held lanterns of all kinds of colors and shapes, hanging at differing lengths all around them. tabls surrounded the main stage, where lord arslan's chair sat right in the middle. to the side of him were three chairs for the royals, and to his other side was a chair for you.

the music was booming and loud in jacaerys' ears, primarily due to the drummers that were situated in higher platforms, all wearing their celebration clothes as they switched between drums. in a corner, musicians played a quick song for the dancers, who were doing a traditional circle dance around the tree.

the festivities were in full swing by the time you had arrived, for you opted to appear when the party was in full swing to draw less attention to yourself. you stepped up the last few steps to the platform, holding your skirts in your hands. your arms and neck were decorated with bands of gold, and your fingers were adorned with your rings. your hair was worn back into a braid decorated with flowers - you had told your maids that you planned to dance for most of the night.

they had offered you your mother's earrings, which were a chain of gold with one single pearl hanging down. like many other times, you only gave them a pained smile and politely refused.

your dress, white and made of the finest silk, fell gracefully as you allowed your hands to stop holding them. embroidered cold decorated the bottom of your dress, coming up in swirls of thorns and flowers. you swallowed thickly as you stood there, watching some of the dancers stop when they noticed your arrival.

"lady y/n arslan, of house arslan!"

curse those announcers.

you forced your back to be straight as you carefully walked around the dancers, smiling at them politely. you made eye contact with your father, who rather than look disappointed at you tardiness, looked on at you proudly. you could see it in the shadow of a smile he had, and the sadness in his eyes. you knew what he was thinking, having heard the phrase multiple times before; you looked like your mother.

you quickly curtsied in front of princess rhaenyra, observing her red and black dress and the elegancy in her appearance. she smiled at you as she nodded, saying, "we have missed you in this celebration, lady arslan."

"some of us much more than others," lucerys commented quietly behind a cup of water, looking at his brother with a cheshire grin. he groaned as jacaerys reached over to ruffle his hair, his playful annoyance unconvincing as jacaerys poked his stomach and made him laugh.

"thank you, princess rhaenyra. you dress is truly exquisite; the colors look beautiful together." you looked to your father, seeing the satisfaction in his face, before continuing, "may i ask you for your permission to teach prince jacaerys and prince lucerys a dance?"

"oh, go ahead," rhaenyra motioned for her sons to join you (though lucerys was already standing up and joining you). she looked at jacaerys, whose eyes were on you yet again as you excitedly told lucerys of the dance. she was observing him, how his face looked peaceful as he watched you, how he seemed to be looking at you with a kind of contentedness that only came from a certain liking. "if you would like to dance with her, go ahead, jace."

jacaerys turned to his mother, nodding quickly, "i will. i will ask her.. but not right now." he watched how you interacted with lucerys, how relaxed lucerys looked with you, and a part of it warmed his heart. you were getting along painfully well with his brother, and for some reason, that mattered a lot for him. "i'll join them both, if that's okay, mother?"

rhaenyra nodded, and jacerys stood up to leave a swift kiss on her cheek. her knowing purple eyes followed him as he approached you, and you poked the prince as you started over in your steps. the three of you were dancing between two bamboo sticks that were held by people on either side. on beat, the bamboo sticks would occasionally come together, increasing the possibility of injury, but that didn't seem to bother you that much. rhaenyra heard the jokes that were passed between the three of you, but she saw how you held jacaerys' hand as he quickly stepped between the bamboo. you were smiling at him, your fingers so gentle against his skin as he tried to keep up with you and lucerys (who, for some reason, was doing much better at the dance).

"oh to be young again," lord aegeus commented next to her, and rhaenyra laughed softly.

"you are quite correct, lord arslan," rhaenyra looked on at the teenagers, even as they moved with the other dancers around the tree. "it makes me truly happy to see them being children."

"if any one were to bring out that side of them, it would be my y/n," the lord's smile was solemn as he continued, picking up his cup of wine, "of my two children, she was the impulsive one, you know."

"really?"

"truly." lord aegeus laughed softly to himself, "my eldest was always so dutiful. but y/n.." he fixed himself in his chair, leaning closer to rhaenyra, "i always compared her to the sea. her mind is unpredictable and stubborn.. but dangerous and cunning if need be."

"watch your ankles, brother!" lucerys laughed as jacaerys nearly tripped over yet again, almost messing up the dance in the process. lucerys was keeping your pace, the beats of the drums loud against his heart.

next to them both, you were twirling and holding your skirts, your smile bright as you danced alongside them. you had danced this dance many times before, all for different reasons, and you loved it every time. not for the dance itself, but for the thumping of the drums. you could feel it match your heartbeat, ringing loud in your ears and vibrating the air. there was a certain amount of adrenaline that came to it all, and maybe that was what made it so addicting.

the song finally died down, and everyone cheered loudly, you especially. you were laughing, drunk off of the excitement of the night, and you turned to jacaerys, grin widening as he bent down to massage his ankles.

"i will go drink some water!" lucerys yelled over the chattering and festivities, and you nodded as you moved closer to jacaerys. you tilted your head down to the side to look at him, smirk playing at your lips. "are you okay, prince?"

"of course," jace hissed as he massaged a particularly sensitive spot, "never been better."

"there's an herb that is sold at the night market that will heal that quite nicely," you sing-songed, and jacaerys laughed breathlessly as he looked up at you. his hair was messy and sticky with sweat, the dance proving to be much more a workout than a dance.

jacaerys held out his hand, "help me up first?"

"royals are so demanding." you took his hand into yours, your grip strong as you pulled him up with an alarming amount of strength.

jacaerys' eyes widened at the ease at which you pulled him up. "you are much stronger than you look, lady y/n," he commented, and you rolled your eyes.

your hand settled into his for there was a silent mutual agreement to keep your hands interlocked. his pulse was strong, thumping steadily against yours, matching the drums that signaled the next song. you looked at him, wordlessly moving to move some hair away from his face. your fingertips brushed against his soft skin, your eyes moving from his hair to stare at his face. he had a few freckles, you realized, and you noticed they were in the shape of your favorite constellation; orion's belt.

you cleared your throat, putting your hand back down. "let us go then, before they notice we are gone."

you were breathless upon your arrival to the market, your head looking up as you struggled to catch your breath. the stars have already began to appear, shining bright in the sky and adding onto the already beautiful multicolored lanterns of the night market.

you and the prince had ran almost the entire way to the market, for you knew your father would surely notice once he looked away from his conversation with princess rhaenyra. the fact that you were out with the prince without a guard or a chaperone again was scandalous, to put it simply. the night market was far more dangerous than the daily morning markets, which was why you had ordered your tiger to wait for you and jacaerys to start running so that he could follow you.

"tired, prince jacaerys?" you managed to ask between large gulps of air, laughing breathlessly as you closed your eyes and allowed the salty breeze to cool you down.

"how can you jest after the marathon we just ran?" jacaerys groaned, catching his breath as he looked at you. he saw you then, closing your eyes with a content smile on your face, the moonlight hitting your face and casting an ethereal glow. from where he stood, he could see the small scars you had on your face that were most likely achieved through hard training. but every one of your scars looked like a careful brush stroke onto a masterpiece of a painting.

his hand was still intertwined with yours, and while he was trying not to overthink about horribly clammy his hands must have been in that moment, you didn't seem to care.

"you truly do have a problem with staring," you stated, your eyes cracking open to reveal the familiar glowing gold of your irises. your free hand came down to pet vulcan, who didn't seem tired in the slightest as he sat next to you, patiently waiting for your order.

jacaerys huffed, averting his eyes to look at the night market. nervously, he fixed the collar of his clothes with one hand. "just like that, the moment is ruined."

"you are quite welcome." taking control of his hand, you pulled him towards the night market as you began to walk. "come; i promised i would show you all the best stands."

jacaerys had not realized how often you were in the market until he heard vendors and customers alike greet you. calls of 'lady y/n!' and 'lady arslan- we've missed seeing you!' filled his ears as he walked next to you and your tiger, who walked close to your side. he saw men twice his height greet you as though you were a friend, and saw all types of people do the same. you were respected - highly respected, by the looks of it. they were staring at him too - he was a royal after all - but none of them dared to step closer.

jacaerys furrowed his brows as he walked next to you, wondering why none of them dared to step closer. he looked at you, too busy looking for the first stall to bring him to, and his eyes drifted down to a particular silver and gold glint at the side of his eye. then he saw it; on your thigh, only visible by the slit in your dresses, was a sharply curved dagger.

so that was why. that and your tiger.

"so how dangerous is the market at night?" he asked, stopping with you in front of a stall. yet again, the vendor seemed to know you well as she greeted you happily. she was an old woman with a round face and a bandanna tied around her head, her smile bright and warm as you looked at the both of you.

"fairly dangerous," you responded nonchalantly, smiling as you addressed the vendor. "two orders of your fried squid on a stick. yes, thank you, carina." you paid her dutifully before turning to the prince with a smirk, "but it's safe as long as you are with me."

"are you sure?"

"do you doubt me?" you raised a challenging brow, gently removing your hand from his grasp to cross it over your chest. "i am telling you, prince, i come here often, much often than you think, and i have yet to die."

jacaerys sighed, taking a step closer to you as he put his hands clasped behind his back. "fine, then. though i doubt that the dagger you have will do much at all."

you smiled sweetly to him, eyes glinting with a slight excitement. "you would be surprised, my prince."

"your prince?" jacaerys repeated, eyebrows raising and a sly smile making its way onto his face.

you groaned as you hit his arm, making him hiss and rub the area. "you are the prince of the eight kingdoms, are you not?"

"here you go, lady arslan!" carina spoke happily, her wrinkled hands holding out three squids on a stick. you took one and handed it to the prince, who held it up to his nose and sniffed it curiously.

"carina, i only asked for two," you said, only taking the other squid from her.

"the other one is for your tiger, child," carina took your hand back, putting the other squid stick into your hand and curling your fingers around it, "you cannot have a hungry tiger at a market." she nodded towards vulcan, who was now eyeing jacaerys as he took a bite out of his squid. carina smiled again, a wise glint in her eyes as she commented, "he's a handsome one, lady arslan. odd, how i have never seen him before."

"that's the prince, carina."

"even better!"

you laughed softly, leaving more money for her on her table (which she immediately complained about, saying that the squid was a gift). "come now, vulcan. huminto ka na." you slid the squid off of the stick and tossed it to him, allowing him to catch it mid air.

you and the prince began to walk yet again with vulcan leading you in front. "do you like it?" you asked him, observing how he chewed the seafood.

jacaerys swallowed the squid, "what did she put in this? it tastes incredible," he bit another piece, happily chewing.

"a coagulation of spices, i assume." you bit into your own squid, eyes lighting up when you saw another vendor. "jace! you have to try these crab cakes," you grabbed his hand and dragged him up to yet another vendor who knew you well, your voice quick as you spoke to them.

you looked so.. excited. jacaerys would have never guessed that an arslan could act so much like a teenager until now, the assumption that all arslans were simply strategic and dangerous individuals flying out of his head as he watched you converse with the vendor. you cared for them - truly cared for them, and that was enough for them to care for you as well. he admired you for it.

the rest of the night continued on like that, with you dragging him (how were you so strong?) to every vendor you loved to buy from. from snacks to drinks, from jewelry to clothes, jacaerys tried it all. not only because it looked delicious and beautiful, but because you showed it to him. these were the favorites you grew up with, the pieces of your culture that you were showing to him. it was a piece of you that you were revealing to him.

"so how does this work?" jacaerys asked, holding up the small compact of crushed seashells. he was the one who dragged you to the vendor who sold powdered seashells and crushed pigments, and out of pure entertainment, you bought him a small compact of crushed seashells from iona's cove.

you had brought him to an area of the beach that was away from people. after buying a blanket from the market, you had laid it out on the black sand and sat down on it alongside him and vulcan. the food you hadn't eaten yet sat in front of the both of you for you both to snack on later.

"here." you moved closer to him, taking the compact and opening it. "hand," you ordered, and he obeyed, giving you his hand. you opened the compact and dipped your finger into the shiny powder before swiping it on the top of his hand, making it shine under the moonlight.

"so that's how you're so shiny all the time," jacaerys said, holding his hand up to the moonlight and moving the shine around.

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"nothing." he turned to you, smiling brightly as he held his hand out flat. "may i put some on you?"

you rolled your eyes, situating yourself in front of him. "sure, prince jacaerys." you grinned at the glare he sent you as he opened the compact, dipping his thumb into it the same way you did.

all you heard was the sound of crashing waves as he moved closer. you swallowed thickly, his eyes staring into yours as he placed his finger near your collarbone.

"may i?" jacaerys asked, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitancy or doubt. he was serious, more serious than you had ever seen him, and you nodded as you stared at him.

softly, his thumb swiped over your right collarbone. it was as if he was scared to break you, as if the smallest amount of pressure would leave a bruise or a crack on your skin. he was so focused on you, so entranced by the way the seashells looked on your skin and how you felt under his fingertips. gently, he moved onto the next collarbone, the tips of his fingers running over your skin as he moved pieces of your hair away from it. he swiped the powder on your collarbone again, as though he was a meticulous painter creating his masterpiece, as though he was a sculptor running his hands over smooth marble.

his eyes met yours, still searching for any sign of doubt as he moved closer to you. "are you okay?" jacaerys breathed, his breath fanning over your lips.

"more than okay," you responded, eyes moving down to look at his parted lips.

you were centimeters apart now, lips grazing over each other with teenage hesitancy. you could feel all of him; his hammering heart, his soft breath, his hands, his hair tickling your face, his quick pulse. your senses were all focused on him, because he was all you saw.

deafening screams echoed from the rainforest, making you and jacaerys jump apart from each other. your hand went to your dagger as you stood up, vulcan standing up with you and growling towards the rainforest. you could hear the snapping of twigs and the rustling of leaves, and you put yourself in front of the prince, whose hand was holding his sheathed sword.

a guard, omari, appeared out of the foliage, his sword in his hand. he was panicked, that much you could tell; nothing like the calm and collected guards you usually had. "lady arslan, you must come back to the celebration."

"omari, what happened?" you demanded, already walking towards him with vulcan and jacaerys in tow. omari looked pained to say his words, his eyes full of sorrow as he looked at you.

"an assassination attempt was made."

"on who?" jacaerys asked, panic already setting in as he looked at omari.

"it was an attempt on princess rhaenyra, but it did not succeed. the princess is safe, prince jacaerys," omari swallowed thickly, turning to you, "but your father.. he took the fall for her."

ACT III, ACT IV

#AUTHORSNOTE— there's a weird glitch that duplicated some of my paragraphs, so i'm sorry if that happened! i literally can’t wait for character development to happen to the reader lmao, thank you for all the support in the last part, and feel free to send asks about this series! thanks for reading!

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