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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 13

Glorious Magnificent Goddess | Loki x Reader

You and Loki retreat to his hideaway to recouperate after your run in with Lugh. Loki helps you practice your magic again as well as rewarding you for your bravery. But how far can you really escape a God?

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, lots of praise, possessive Loki, making out, teasing, oral ( f receiving), p in v, cockwarming (if you squint), dirty talk but also…angst, emotional hurt/comfort.

A/N: This is mostly smut but there's definitely some plot there too. Please don't judge me for my terrible prophecy writing.

Also this chapter wouldn't have been written with nearly so much smut in it if I hadn't been so sexually frustrated reading @lokisgoodgirl 's The Lakes series. There's no little Tesco here and we're far from The Lakes but this chapter is dedicated to you :)

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Somewhere between your sheer terror of being kidnapped and Loki’s sweeping rescue of you from the floor, you’d passed out. When you woke you were lying on a sofa in front of a roaring fire, the logs crackling merrily in time with the soft low hum of Loki’s voice. 

You turned your head to see him moving deftly around a small kitchen, pouring steaming soup into a bowl while he sang quietly. At first you didn’t recognise the words, but the more you listened and allowed the song to wash over you, the more you understood. He sang of home, of love and comfort, songs that spoke to the very bones of you until you melted into the cushions and blankets, at peace. Somewhere deep down your memories hummed back, even if you couldn’t remember the words yet. 

He turned, still singing the last of the tune, and smiled gently. In the firelight he looked shockingly ethereal compared to his domestic surroundings, his hair glossy and dark, tumbling about his shoulders in almost cherubic curls. The shirt he’d worn under his suit was now only loosely tucked into his trousers, the collar undone and his sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. 

“You’re awake,” he knelt next to you, cupping your face in his hands and drawing you close, kissing you so tenderly you thought you might still be asleep, dreaming of being awoken by Prince Charming. 

“Was I dreaming? We went on that stupid mission and it was awful -” you scrunched your face the memory. “Do you think it’s always that chaotic?”

“It wasn’t a dream, Darling, unfortunately. We were intercepted by someone.” 

It came rushing back, the man’s hands grabbing at you, the blinding light he seemed to be able to control and the spear he wielded. But then, you’d had a spear too, and armour, silver and velvet and flame. You looked down at your clothes, the armour was gone and in its place was one of Loki’s soft cotton shirts. 

“I knew him, I think. I saw a memory with him in, and my mother, they were friends. He said his name was Lugh and we were in his home, it was snowing - But I was younger then. And I saw one of the men who - who -” 

Loki placed a steadying hand on your arm, remaining by your side, his eyes darting over your face and searching for any trace of pain or suffering. “Hush, darling, let’s not talk of it now. You’ve had a trying time, rest and we can talk of it in the morning. 

“But I’ve seen him before, Loki, I have and-” You sighed, falling back on the sofa. “I wish I could just remember.” 

Loki kissed your cheek and moved back to the kitchen, “well, this Lugh, he frightened you and I will not tolerate that. Here, I made you soup, you should eat and get some strength back.” He placed the tray on an oak coffee table and piled cushions onto the floor for you to sit on. 

Sliding down onto the nest of pillows, you allowed yourself to look around the room, it was small but cosy, furnished with solid oak and thick, luxurious fabrics in velvet, knits and heavy wool plaid. Large cushions backed the sofa and chairs while the walls were lined with books old and new.

“Where are we?” You asked, blowing on the warm soup before taking a small sip from your spoon. 

“A secret place, a cabin. We’re still in America, if that’s what you were wondering. Those ridiculous spangled idiots showed up and blew our cover so I needed to retreat quickly. I can teleport, but not very far, and this was the nearest place I could drive to after we were far enough away.” Loki said, matter of factly, before joining you on the floor and dunking a thick crust of bread into your soup. 

“Hey, that’s mine,” you reached a foot out to kick him gently and he laughed, pulling it into his lap.

“Share, Ásynja , don’t be selfish,” he smiled, dipping again but offering you the bread between his fingers. 

“I didn’t know you lived anywhere else.” You’d always imagined that when he wasn’t at the compound Loki retreated to some icy fortress covered in black and green furnishings. Something dramatic and luxurious, you certainly hadn’t imagined a cosy log cabin. 

“I like to have a few retreats, a few bolt holes here and there. Plus Brunnhilde uses them from time to time when she’s on official business, hotels aren’t really her style, she prefers to deplete my stores of whisky and mead.” Loki didn’t look upset though, he seemed pleased to be able to offer somewhere comfortable and inviting. 

“I would’ve thought showing off in the lap of luxury would be right up your street.” You teased, Loki liked the finer things in life and there was no way you were complaining when he extended such luxuries to you too. But there was something so satisfying about teasing the god of Mischief. 

“Oh, yes, it is,” his smile morphed from playful into predatory, his voice dropping an octave into that rough rumble that made you melt, “but it’s the privacy we enjoy. We’re in the middle of nowhere, my Darling-” 

“And no one can hear me scream?” You joked, raising your eyebrows. 

“Exactly.” He tugged on your leg again, before reaching forwards and pulling you into his lap. Beneath the wool slacks he was already hard, the firm length of him straining against the zip. His shirt was loose on you, rucked up around your waist to accommodate your spread legs and you were mercifully bare beneath.  

“Loki,” you breathed, pressing yourself down into his embrace, moulding your bodies together. Between your thighs he throbbed, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body, reigniting your adrenaline. 

Loki’s large hands slid up your back, one splayed wide cupping your waist, the other on the back of your neck, tipping your head down so he could growl against your lips, “I love when you say my name,” he nipped at your bottom lip and you kissed back, sucking his tongue into your mouth like you were ravenous. “My Ásynja , take what you need my darling, I am yours, at your mercy, my breathtaking Goddess.” 

Together you fell backwards onto the rug, Loki breaking your fall and gently laying you down beside him. His hands ghosted down your side, barely touching you while his magic melted your clothes away leaving you both glowing in the firelight. 

“You were magnificent tonight, a true goddess of the Aesir, I -” His hands fluttered over you, his eyes trying to take you all in at once. 

You had never seen Loki lost for words before and it was a glorious feeling, knowing that you had reduced him to this. 

“I have to have you, darling, can’t keep my hands from you.” He growled, touching every inch of your bared skin. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you though, Loki.” You assured him, kissing along his broad shoulders, inhaling the rich scent of him, so close. 

“Ah, my darling one, I did nothing.” He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the feel of you, each kiss like a butterfly's wings brushing against his skin. 

“Wait-” You sat up, “you didn’t do anything?” 

“No, did you think I had some part to play?” He looked at you quizzically, “you think I conjured a burning spear? Silver armour?” 

“Well - I -” He curled an eyebrow at you, encouraging you to complete your thought. “I did that? That was me?” 

“Of course” he laughed out the words, surprised that you weren’t already aware. 

“Well. Okay.” You lay back on the rug and stared at the ceiling, unabashed in your nakedness, and Loki fought the urge to simply climb on top of you. 

“Hmmm, indeed.” Instead he traced his finger over your sternum and between your breasts, down to your belly button and then over your hip. Tingling goosebumps erupted in his wake and you watched as he skipped from your hip to where the bracelet he gave you still circled your wrist. “Besides, if I had created armour for you, it would be in green and gold.” He murmured, bending to place a kiss on the delicate skin below the bracelet. 

“Would it now, have you thought of how you’d dress me for battle?” Now it was your turn to lift an eyebrow at him. “Why don’t you show me how you’d prepare me for battle.” 

Loki gave you a predator’s smile before pulling you closer. “Too many clothes required for battle, darling, how about we practise the celebration instead?”

As you drifted in and out of sleep the memory of Loki’s hands on you followed your sleeping thoughts, his hands spread wide on your thighs, squeezing and kneading while he feasted on you, his body supplicant before you, worshipping as he’d promised. You writhed, rolling closer to him and hooking your leg over his. There was still a deep ache within you, a roiling of your magic needing release and bubbling to the surface in your whimpers and bucking hips. 

Loki stirred beside you and pulled you closer, your naked body was bed warm and soft compared to his perpetually cooler constitution and it felt good to be thawed by your presence. He cupped your cheek, turning your sleeping face so he could look over your features. There was still a tendency for your eye colour to shift without you realising, but everything else had settled and now every time he looked at you the same beautiful face shone back. 

He kissed you on your forehead, revelling in the gentle smile that spread across your lips, he kissed your cheek and nose, moving across your face until your eyelashes fluttered and you snuggled closer, fingers digging into his sides. Slowly, so slowly, he moved down your neck, pressing kisses onto your collarbone and nuzzling into the swell of your breast, he laved wet kisses onto your nipples, blowing cold air over the sensitive flesh just to watch them pebble and tighten before him. 

Loki’s kisses were featherlight, meltingly soft but you needed more, craved more. Light flared within you and, behind the grate, the fire crackled in response, burning blue and filling the room with light. 

He lifted his head watching you with lust blown eyes. 

“Incredible, my darling goddess, do it again,” he encouraged, kissing lower until he could nip at your soft belly, his thumbs pressing into your hips to stop you from lifting upwards. “Do it again and I’ll give you anything you want, name your price.”

“I can’t,” you whined, giving up on struggling in favour of looping your leg over his muscular shoulder. 

“You can,” he traced his nose lower, lower, the point of his tongue guiding him until he hovered over your aching core. “You can do it, Ásynja , you are powerful and strong, you control the fire, you control the light, show me, make me tremble before you.” His words were a whisper, a prayer, his eyes locked with yours despite the lewd poke of his tongue from between his pink lips. 

Frustrated you dropped your head back onto the rug and the fire roared again, the candles dotted around the room flickered. Between your legs Loki smiled again, murmuring something in the same old norse language that you were still trying to remember. But it was hard to care what he was saying when he was teasing you so deliciously, his tongue writing every sinful thing he wanted to do. 

“Please, Loki.” You hummed, tugging on the long strands of his silky hair in an effort to move him. 

“A moment more, my darling one.” He cooed, sucking on the inside of your thigh while his fingers entered you slowly, curling into your fluttering walls. 

“You promised me anything,” you gasped, heat pooling between your legs, Loki marvelled as your arousal slicked down his fingers. 

“I did, and what does my most wonderful Goddess require of me?” He asked, his voice hoarse with lust. 

“Fuck me, Loki- ugh,” he felt you clench around him, so soft yet so strong, and he knew he needed to have you just as much. “Fuck me like you mean it, I’m your Goddess, yours, take me, worship me, and make me yours.” You reached down and squeezed his hard cock as you spoke, watching his mouth fall open at the pressure.

With a growl, Loki prowled up your prone body, hooking your leg around his waist as he settled over you. All you could see was the curtain of his hair, the sharp lines of his face and his glittering eyes. The swell of his cock between your legs was hot and heavy, a tease of what was to come. It felt like it had been so long since you were alone together that you were desperate, clawing, inching your hips up until he was notched at your entrance, waiting. 

“Please,” you begged, breathlessly and he slid home in a single thrust, filling you to the brim and binding you together. “Oh! Loki!” 

“Yes, that’s it my darling,” he began to thrust, rolling his hips to rub against your clit with every movement. “Say my name.” 

“Loki, Loki, Loki.” His name became a chant in time with each thrust. “I’m yours, oh my god, never let me go.” You buried your face in his neck, sucking a bruise into the delicate skin as he ground against you, locked together so tightly he could barely pull back before you were bringing him closer again. 

“Never, I’ll never let you go, you’re mine now. All mine,” he panted, the feel of your lips and teeth a blissful pain, “and I’m yours, all yours.” The flames roared, their reflection catching in the glass of the lamps artfully dotted around the room, painting the walls in jewelled colours, emerald, sapphire and ruby red. 

He sat back, pulling you into his lap so he could kiss your chest and hold you closer. You moved together, riding towards your release as if you were charging into battle, never close enough, never fast enough, chasing your pleasure while Loki looked at you in awe. 

With a final roar he buried himself inside of you and the banked fire of your desire burst forth consuming you both. In the fireplace the flames licked out onto the hearth, the candles flared and blue flames encircled you both. 

Loki pulled away, his eyes tracing over your face as he always did, checking that you were happy and safe and smiling giddily as he was. And then he saw the flames, swirling like ribbons in the wind. 

Guiltily you tried to pull away, but he held you firm, still deep inside of you and as he caught your gaze again you felt him throb against your sensitive walls, “magnificent,” he murmured, before tipping you back against the carpet and continuing his worship. 

The morning came too soon, the mist that danced between the trees faded as it got closer to the cabin windows and you let out a puff of hot air against the pane. You set your cup of coffee on the side and drew a heart in the condensation, smiling as it turned green and gold as the rising sun beyond touched the tops of the pine trees in the valley. 

On silent feet, Loki crept up on you, circling his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder where your shirt slipped away from your collar. Here he planted a wet kiss, squeezing you tighter when you giggled from the sensation. Between you both, you wondered if you’d ever have need to go clothes shopping again. With a flick of his wrist Loki had sent his suit into oblivion and had manifested a surprisingly sensible pair of dark jeans and a sweater. To his own surprise, try as he might, he couldn’t make it green and instead the fibres continued to insist on a rich, dark blue colour instead. 

“Loki,” you chided, but you didn’t push him away, your body sought him at all times, reaching for his touch, so you allowed him to set his feet between yours and settled his hands on your hips. 

“Darling, we should talk about what happened, now that we’ve had time to rest.” 

Loki led you both out to a small covered porch at the back of the cabin, it’d been too dark to see your surroundings when you arrived but now you could see over through the trees to an open vista. A lake took up the majority of the valley, tailing away into a rushing river at its furthest point. Both sides of the valley were covered in dense trees, golden brown patches in the late autumn and dark green pines knitting together the amber canopy, the mist still rose from them while you settled into an old swing chair. The view was incredible, stealing your breath and your words as Loki settled beside you. 

“It reminded me of Norway,” he said, casually, “and so I had to have it. Especially as things became so -” he waves his hand, “messy, in Asgard.” 

“It’s beautiful, I could stay here forever.” 

“As could I, darling, but we must address what happened. This isn’t the first time you’ve been attacked and I grow concerned it could happen again.” Loki was rarely so serious, even in the early days of your training he had been playful and coy, teasing your abilities from you. 

You sat in silence, sipping your coffees while you thought of how to proceed. 

“So, I suppose we start with the obvious, we know one of the players in this game now,” Loki said, decisively. “Lugh, it is not a pantheon I know well, though my father was always respectful and my mother knew various members. Though it is possible when my memories were taken, I forgot about other gods as well.”

“I suppose... I don’t know why he’d pretend to care now when he had me happily locked away like some fairytale princess.” You huffed. 

“He mentioned your mother? That they were friends? With your mother gone, we could assume he is trying to act on her behalf, protect you as she would.I know my father often behaved in such a manner, keeping secrets when he ought to have told the truth, and then calling it protection, kindness.”

“Do you think - do you think he was the one who kept me locked up as well? Despite it all he didn’t seem like he wanted to be violent, I can’t understand how anyone working for him would be violent when he could have killed us both there and then. And then there’s the boy.”

Loki looked at you, his head tipped to the side. “The boy?” You had mentioned the boy earlier as well, but he had thought you were simply delirious. 

“When he touched me, Lugh, I saw a memory of us together. My mother and I were at his house, he was kind and gentle. He encouraged me to go outside and play with a boy, it seemed like I was - happy?” You stared into the trees, hoping some clarity would emerge inside you to stop the churning feeling in your stomach. 

“I learnt a lot from my father and one of the most important lessons he ever gave me, well, I don’t believe he intended to teach this as a lesson. But I learnt to never trust his mood. One minute he would love me and call me son, the next he would send me away for decades at a time. I would counsel against trusting Lugh, if he’s lived as long as Odin, the time has eaten away at what’s left of his sanity and I don’t doubt he would be kind to you in one moment and lock you up in the next.” Loki shrugged, melancholy at the memory of Odin, and then took a long drink from his mug. 

You looked over to see a sad smile tugging at his lips, as if making fun of Odin was easier than the honesty of his statement. 

“Perhaps - but, I recognised his eyes, the boy. I saw him again, he came for me. After I got away from those Asgardian’s, he tried to get me to go with him and I refused. He told me to stop using my magic, just as Lugh did, and then I was taken again by - hmmm.” 

“If he warned you against the magic and then you were taken again, perhaps it was not Lugh who kidnapped you.” Loki raised his eyebrows and you nodded, silent and contemplative, already wondering the same. “Perhaps he really was trying to protect you?” Loki still hadn’t told you about the sigil he’d seen, about how he knew who your last captors were. How would he explain to you that your betrothed was out to find you? He had no memory of that war between the Aesir and the Vanir, how could he spoil what was growing between you with a fear like that. 

“Perhaps. I just wish there was something in my past I could trust and believe in.” 

He felt sick lying to you, even if it was by omission.. Loki had promised himself that he would protect you and he would, for now you needed comfort and peace more than you needed the truth. 

You lapsed into silence, finishing your coffee and setting it onto the wooden porch floor. The quiet washed over you, the sound of the water and the rustling trees, even the calls of the birds felt perfectly placed to put you at ease. 

After a while, Loki spoke again, quiet and low with that same serious voice that was so unfamiliar. “I still loved him, Odin, though he kept many things from me. Just because things are confusing now, doesn’t mean your happier times are forgotten. You used to speak of your Grandfather and now - well - there has been no mention of him for some time. You are allowed to miss him, and your life before this. It is no slight against me for you to have enjoyed happier times with others. I only wish for you to be happy again now.” 

Emotion welled within you, “I do still think of him. I miss him so much, even if - I know, I know he wasn’t real. But he was real for me. He was kind.” You stuttered, reaching out for Loki’s hand to ground you. 

“I’m glad.” Loki squeezed back, tangling your fingers together and he held you as you cried “ I think we should consider going back to Tønsberg , to show Brunnhilde what you saw. Perhaps she has some more answers, now that there has been time to think.”

“I thought we were supposed to rendevouz with the team again?” You sniffed, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “won’t they be looking for us when we didn’t meet to swap cars?”

“Well that’s what we were supposed to do, but they’ve got their item now, I thought we could enjoy some time together here and then, when you’re ready, I shall take you home.” Loki put his arm over your shoulders and held you against his side, the deep scent of amber still lingered on him, mixed with the crisp, clean, scent of pine. You tucked your feet up onto the seat, leaning your weight into his warm, strong body and allowed yourself a moment of peace to think of it, a home for you and Loki.

You hadn’t felt as safe and secure since you first left your flat, any time the God was in your presence you felt at peace, content with the world and your place in it. Loki was right, you needed some time together, and practising your fire skills was exactly the kind of cosy activity the glowing hillside and crisp air required. 

You whiled away a few more hours, snuggled together in the early winter air, Loki created a small green fire that glowed in front of you while you practised sending blue sparks dancing around the edge. 

Inside the cabin the fire smouldered, warm and inviting. Wood stacked by the fireplace shuddered and a single log rolled off onto the floor surrounded in white light. 

Distracted outside neither you nor Loki watched the divine woodwork taking place inside as the log slowly became smaller and smaller, leaving chips of wood in it’s wake. Finally, after an hour of craftsmanship, the light faded and left behind a small wooden box. It grew hot, as it sat before the fire and opened, revealing a misty mirror inside, and a swatch of delicate lace wrapped around a glass sphere. 

The lace unravelled, allowing the marble to roll away from its container, bumping against the back of the sofa and coming to a stop before the fire, heating up and then cracking, releasing the secret inside. 

A soft voice escaped, “I saw a vision of a flock divided, a tup of pure chaos and a ewe of love, a ram standing watch, a singular lamb frolicking, a lamb with a fiery fleece. It has burnt the farm. But from the ashes rises lush land, strong crops and healthy babes. I have told this vision to my husband, and Lugh, he does not believe me when I say she is no threat, he believes this to be a prophecy of Ragnarok, he cannot see the verdant land beyond the fire. You must hide the girl, my friend, I can protect her no longer.” 

Frigga’s voice, lost to the mortality that even the seemingly infinite possess, faded into the quiet of the cabin. 

And outside your chatter continued obliviously, happy and full of love. 

<< Part 12

Part 14>>

[max-the-many]

It took quite a while to get some samples, mostly cause I definately didn't wanna waste this opportunity.

The flood of emotions, of insight, of trust was just breathtaking, literally, when I touched this heap of slime that turned out to be three, touched out of an indiscribable urge the moment I saw it.

I cant discribe it, but I just knew at that moment what needed to be done, and I wanted it desperately.

So I went to town, looked around until I found the first one, sitting in a cafe. Without much of a thought I blatently crashed into him in a fake stumble, grabbing his head, lucky enough find a single hair in my hand after appologysing heavily.

The swcond one was a bit harder. After crashing into him inmidst the walkway I wasn't so lucky. So I followed. Hours. He was just too perfect!

Finally he entered a store. And as he went for the booths to try some clothes I took a chance, buying a wool one after he put it away, hoping to have some of him in there.

The third one though took a while to find. As I wanted him to match as good as the first two would. So I walked around the cuty, seeing men after man. Nobody was good enpugh. I wanted this to be perfect! The thought of having them was just too good! Although I didn't really know what would happen exactly.

Then, when I saw him behind the counter of a hardware store it felt almost like a dream. It had to be him! Almost comically dressed in a red and black plaid shirt he smiled at me as I entered the store.

"How can I help you?" he said and I craved to just ask for some of his louvious hair, peaking out between the top of his shirt.

In desperation I had an idea. So I thanked him, looking around by myself, preparing for my plan before I asked about some random tool, trying to get him out.

He smelled so good when I stood besodes him infront of the display! And then, when he reached out to grab the tool I asked for I did the same, faking to touch the hairy back of his hand by accident.

"Oh shit, what..." he stated when the sticky underside of my hand pulled on his hand.

"Urh... damn I thought I got rid of it! Sorry, but I already washed my hand a thousand times!" I lied before finding an excuse to leave. Of cause it was glue that I smeared on there exactly to get what I saw in my palm, smiling widely. The final sample to return to those... whatever they were...

[brilliantpenguin]

Thirteenth Doctor's in Power of the Doctor || Costume Breakdown

Costume breakdown:

- Tenth Doctor’s Tie (Giorgio Armani)

- Seventh Doctor's Sweater (Lovarzi)

- Navy Plaid Pants

- Eleventh Doctor’s Boots (All Saints Layer Boots)

- Fifth Doctor’s Celery (Abbyshot)

- Twelfth Doctor’s Shirt (spearpoint shirt)

- Thirteenth Doctor’s Coat (Her Universe)

- Fourth Doctor's Scarf (Lovarzi?)

Notes:

Was bored so I did a breakdown of the Thirteenth Doctor's costume that Jodie (and Sacha) wore in the story 'Power of the Doctor'. Just something to note, majority of these items can no longer being sold from the original source.

Majority of the costume elements differed in colour from the costume pieces they reference. These range from the lighter coloured wool in the question mark vest and the scarf.

This can be attributed to being sourced from other places like Lovarzi. They sell the jumper in a strangely lighter shade compared to the original. But interestingly, in the instance where Lovarzi does have accurate colours, they used a different one (maybe to offset the lighter coloured vest?).

Something else to note is that the pants of the costume looks to be referencing different Doctors(?). You could say it was a reference to the Second Doctor or the Twelfth's but the larger rectangle pattern looks closer to the Seventh Doctor's. I'd just call it somewhat of a remix of them.

For the Twelfth Doctor's shirt, it's called a spearpoint shirt (Pointy collar). A version of this shirt can be found on an Etsy listing as "Men's Spearpoint and Tab Collar Brand White 1960s Shirt White Cotton" which is sold by "FashionPointIN". This one has the buttoned cuffs (which can be undone and unfolded which is shown in the costume), something to note is that the one in the listing also has a buttoned collar (which could be removed for costume accuracy sake).

Links that might be of interest:

Jodie Whittaker image: https://www.facebook.com/DoctorWho/photos/a.182096918471010/9031006413579972/?type=3

Eleventh Doctor's Boot information: http://www.11thdoctorcostume.com/2010/01/boots-all-saints.html

Second Doctor image: https://m.facebook.com/DoctorWho/photos/a.182096918471010/5210019052345413/?locale=zh_HK

Spearpoint Shirt: https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/1370648191/mens-spearpoint-and-tab-collar-brand?gpla=1&gao=1

Tenth Doctor's Tie information: https://thegingerdoctor.wordpress.com/2019/10/31/the-tennant-ties-full-index/

Twelfth Doctor from "The Doctor's Yo-Yo | The Girl Who Died | Series 9 | Doctor Who": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Yx7vlDlIVo&pp=ygUnbWFpc2V5IGNhbSB0aGUgZ2lybCB3aG8gZGllZCBkb2N0b3Igd2hv

[peregrinefashion]

Brand Creation Process Notes: Peregrine

Part 1

So I felt for a long time like I was neglecting my main muse just because I didn't have the patterns I needed to meet my Very Specific Vision of a brand, and by the time I'm getting around to making this post I Have Found The Lolita Dresses And Can Die Happy but even so, the rest of her brand is still just. So satisfying to me.

I knew from the start that I wanted to do a something reminiscent of a luxury/girly kei brand, with a stronger, darker color palette. I knew for a while that I wanted navy to be my base color, with cream and maybe gold, but I wasn't sure what to do for an accent color. I eventually settled on two--a jade green and a mulberry color--and while they do look nice together, they're not meant to be used in the same outfit. It's more designed so that you can pick a dominant color--navy or cream or a balance of both--and an accent color--jade or mulberry--and mix and match any of the pieces until you have a cromulent outfit.

I'm describing it a little backwards, because I ended up waiting for patterns before I picked the colors. Even though the site I was using to compare color palettes has HSB, the colors display a little differently in game. The lighter navy is much brighter and feels more saturated in game, and the off-white feels much closer to white than to the cream. The only way to see those differences was to test them on actual patterns in-game, and it wasn't fun for me to test them on patterns I wouldn't be using and exit out.

So, I had to wait for patterns.

As I said above, i really wanted Peregrine's brand to be something between cute and elegant, and evocative of a luxury brand (I say, as someone who has never shopped at a luxury brand in my life). In terms of patterns, I knew I wanted a lot of fluffy knitwear, lace, cute dresses, suits and the depressingly few boy lolita patterns we have in game for the type Bs (mens fashion git gud challenge). But I really wanted the overall image to be fairly fancy and elegant. I wanted to make things that would work well with the lolita dresses when I finally was able to work them in, rather than make things that I was likely to stop using.

It was also really important to me to make a feminine brand that didn't have floral patterns. First of all, this brand is for me first. I hope the rest of you like it, but I came here to make art for me first. And I like floral patterns, but I get frustrated at not being able to find things in patterns that I do like. Thus, Peregrine's brand gets lace and bows patterns, subtle polka dots and pinstripes, plaids, and as many of the star patterns as I can make look classy instead of florals. I might make an exception for one or two of the lolita dresses I've seen around, but the bulk of the florals are going to Murasaki's brand.

Above are almost all the patterns I've collected for use in Peregrine's brand so far. I haven't used all of them yet, and there are a few gacha patterns (the silk skirts, leather ballet flats) that I've used up already. Since Fashion dreamer mixes all your own brands together and i'm making a lot of duplicates for mix-and-matchability, I don't have a very efficient way to screenshot the finished products, but you can see the kind of image I'm going for! I also am trying to pay attention to finishes as well, for example I favor the leather ballet flats from the gacha over the just ballet flats that are in my pattern list, or I favor crew socks with emblem or wool crew socks over plain ones. When possible, I like to grab the versions of shirts or dresses that have necklaces over the ones that don't.

Once I got patterns, i finally got to start creating! I think the first thing I made for Peregrine's brand was the asymmetric knit dress she's wearing in the picture on the left, followed by the silk skirts and pearl-embroidered sweaters I got 50 million of from the gacha. Those items really solidified how I was going to use the colors I chose, interestingly enough. Outerwear has to be done in the darker navy or the cream to show up better over shirts or dresses made with the lighter navy/off-white. Non-lolita shirts are almost always off-white. Any metal on a pattern has to be changed to gold. The pale pink and greens are reserved for gems that look like they should have a high reflectivity. Cream tends to look better as lace than the off-white does.

I know I absolutely favor the green when styling, but I love how the pink looks as well (even if I don't have nearly as many good pictures of it, augh). It's really satisfying to see all my pieces in my inventory, and mix and match them new and different ways.

If you've read this long, thank you! I put a lot of thought into my brand and I'm really proud of it. I'm going to try and take more photos, especially of the pieces that I don't tend to favor while styling.

If you enjoyed any of these looks please visit my showroom/request lookits! You can also DM me if you want something specific. I'm happy to accommodate!

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In Part 2, I'll talk about vetting Lolita dresses for inclusion in my brand, and also hopefully name the damn thing.

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Dapper Evening Style: Explore the Allure of Men's Party Wear Suits for Unforgettable Celebrations

Introduction:

In the realm of men's fashion, the allure of party wear suits is a timeless and captivating narrative. From formal gatherings to celebratory events, the sophisticated charm of a well-tailored suit resonates across cultures and epochs. This article delves into the intricate details that make party wear suits a wardrobe essential, exploring their historical significance, contemporary variations, and the artistry involved in crafting the perfect ensemble for men.

Historical Roots:

The genesis of men's designer suits can be traced to the 19th century, departing from elaborate attire towards more practical yet stylish choices amid industrialization. The lounge suit emerged as a versatile option, facilitating seamless transitions from formal occasions to relaxed gatherings. Over time, this pragmatic garment evolved into the iconic party wear suit, seamlessly blending tradition with modern aesthetics, shaping the timeless allure of suits for men.

Elements of Elegance:

A well-crafted party wear suit is a symphony of elements, each contributing to its overall allure. Fabric choice plays a pivotal role, with options ranging from classic wool to luxurious silk blends, offering a spectrum of textures and finishes. The cut and fit of the suit define its silhouette, with variations like the classic single-breasted or the more daring double-breasted styles. Lapels, buttons, and pocket designs add nuanced details, infusing personality into the ensemble.

Colors and Patterns:

Designer suit menswear, especially men's wedding suits, serve as a canvas for creative expression, offering a diverse range of colors and patterns. Classic black and navy exude timeless sophistication, while contemporary trends introduce a broader spectrum. Charcoal gray, deep burgundy, and rich emerald green have gained popularity, infusing a modern flair into traditional elegance. Patterns like pinstripes, plaids, and subtle textures contribute to the visual appeal, enabling men to make a distinctive statement with their attire.

Shirts and Accessories:

Selecting the right shirt is pivotal for a fancy suit for men, contributing significantly to the overall aesthetic. While crisp white shirts remain a staple, good suit designs encourage adventurous individuals to experiment with subtle patterns or bold hues, adding a touch of personality. Accessories like ties, pocket squares, and cufflinks provide avenues for creative expression. A well-chosen tie injects a pop of color, a pocket square adds flair, and cufflinks, often overlooked, offer a small yet impactful detail that elevates the entire look to a new level of sophistication.

Tailoring Excellence:

The allure of mens modern suit for weddings, especially as an engagement suit for men, is epitomized in the artistry of tailoring. A perfectly fitted suit enhances the wearer's physique, radiating confidence and charisma. Customization options, such as lapel styles and trouser breaks, empower men to tailor their suits to unique preferences. Expert tailors meticulously craft each piece, ensuring the suit not only fits impeccably but also reflects the individuality of the wearer, making it an ideal choice for engagement and wedding.

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Contemporary Variations:

In the contemporary fashion scene, the evolution of stylish mens dress for weddings is marked by designers pushing boundaries and redefining traditional norms. Slim-fit suits have gained popularity, boasting a sleek and streamlined silhouette that appeals to the fashion-forward man. Opulence is introduced through velvet and jacquard fabrics, ideal for extravagant soirées. Bold prints and unconventional color combinations cater to individuals seeking to make a distinctive and bold statement with their attire, elevating the fashion quotient of modern dress for mens wedding.

Occasions and Etiquette:

Understanding the nuances of when and where to don a party wear suit is crucial. While classic black-tie events demand the elegance of a tuxedo, cocktail parties allow for a broader spectrum of styles and colors. Daytime events might call for lighter hues and breathable fabrics, while evening affairs embrace the richness of dark tones and luxurious materials. Adhering to dress codes and etiquette ensures that one is impeccably dressed for the occasion.

Celebrity Influence:

The allure of party wear suits is amplified by the influence of celebrities who effortlessly showcase these ensembles on red carpets and high-profile events. Hollywood icons and international stars set trends, inspiring men worldwide to embrace the sophistication and charisma of a well-chosen suit. The red carpet has become a runway for classic men's fashion, with tailored suits becoming a symbol of sartorial excellence.

Global Trends and Cultural Influence:

In the global fashion mosaic, suits for men for weddings reflect a convergence of diverse styles, with cultural influences shaping trends in marriage suits for men. Traditional attires from various cultures inspire contemporary designs, where the intricacies of Indian embroidery, the elegance of Japanese tailoring, and the boldness of African prints contribute to a rich tapestry of global fashion. This amalgamation offers men a myriad of choices to express their individuality, creating a harmonious blend of cultural richness in modern party wear suits.

The Future of Party Wear Suits:

As we navigate the 21st century, the allure of party wear suits shows no signs of waning. The future promises even more innovation and inclusivity in men's fashion. Sustainable and eco-friendly materials are gaining prominence, and inclusivity in sizing and style options is becoming a priority for designers. The party wear suit, in all its elegance, remains a symbol of celebration, personal expression, and the enduring appeal of timeless style.

Frequently Asked Questions-

Q: Why choose party wear suits from Samyakk?

A: Samyakk offers a distinguished collection of men's party wear suits online, featuring classic suits, tuxedos, and more, crafted from luxurious fabrics with classy hues and intricate embellishments, ensuring a touch of opulence and sophistication.

Q: Can I buy men's party wear suits online at Samyakk?

A: Absolutely! Samyakk provides a convenient online platform for purchasing men's party wear suits, offering a diverse range of styles, fabrics, and designs to cater to individual preferences.

Q: What makes Samyakk's party wear suits unique?

A: Samyakk stands out for its attention to detail, featuring a good collection of party wear suits with classic designs, tuxedos, and more. The suits are crafted from luxurious fabrics, showcasing classy hues and intricate embellishments for an opulent touch.

Q: What occasions are suitable for wearing party wear suits from Samyakk?

A: Samyakk's party wear suits are versatile and suitable for a range of occasions, from weddings and engagements to formal gatherings and celebratory events. The collection caters to diverse styles and dress codes.

Q: How does Samyakk ensure quality in its men's party wear suits?

A: Samyakk maintains high standards of quality in its party wear suits through expert craftsmanship, the use of luxurious fabrics, and meticulous attention to detail in design and embellishments.

Q: Is there an option to buy other men's suits, apart from party wear, at Samyakk?

A: Yes, Samyakk offers a broad range of men's suits beyond party wear, including classic suits, tuxedos, and more. The collection is curated to cater to various preferences and occasions.

Q: Can I find men's suits for weddings at Samyakk?

A: Certainly! Samyakk's collection includes men's suits suitable for weddings, featuring classic designs, luxurious fabrics, and intricate embellishments to ensure a sophisticated and stylish look for the special occasion.

Q: Is international shipping available for men's party wear suits from Samyakk?

A: Yes, Samyakk offers international shipping for its collection of men's party wear suits. Customers can select their preferred shipping option during the online checkout process.

Q: Does Samyakk provide styling advice for men's party wear suits?

A: Yes, Samyakk's website may offer styling tips and advice for men's party wear suits. Additionally, customers can reach out to the customer support team for personalized styling recommendations.

Conclusion:

In the world of men's fashion, the allure of party wear suits, especially from the distinguished Samyakk brand available as men's suit online, transcends trends and fads. It is a narrative that weaves together history, craftsmanship, and individual expression. From its historical roots to the ever-evolving contemporary variations, the party wear suit continues to stand as a symbol of sophistication and celebration. Samyakk, with its good online collection of party wear suits, classic suits, and tuxedo suits in luxurious fabrics, classy hues, and intricate embellishments, adds a touch of opulence to this timeless allure. As men embrace the dapper charm of dusk, the allure of party wear suits from Samyakk, conveniently accessible as men's suit online, remains timeless, promising to captivate generations to come.

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Today, the tale of how Hongo met Hirsch—inaugurating a deep poetic friendship now in its fifth decade. The prose is from Garrett Hongo’s memoir The Perfect Sound, now out in paperback; the Edward Hirsch poem appears in his recent collection Stranger by Night.

With Hirsch at the MLA

In the early 1980s, I met the poet Edward Hirsch, hilariously, at the annual conference of a professional association. I was stationed at the book fair in the ballroom of the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles, invited there by my publisher, a university press, to share a book signing with my famed teacher, Charles Wright. Charles had published Country Music: Selected Early Poems (a book that later became co-winner of the National Book Award). I’d only just published my first “slender volume,” issued simultaneously in hard-and softcover (a rarity nowadays). The publisher’s strategy, of course, was that Charles would attract the throngs and I’d piggyback.     That day, for the first half hour or so, I think about two dozen folks had come by, singly and in pairs, buying Charles’s book and getting him to sign their copies. None had asked for mine. None had even given me or my book a glance. This was the academic crowd—university professors and poets teaching at universities, men dressed in sport coats or blazers with dress shirts over casual slacks or jeans, women in professional skirt suits or slacks and coats over blouses in muted colors. Still a graduate student and trying to fit in, I wore a brown sport coat over twill trousers and a Sta-Prest polyester dress shirt I’d bought on discount. Charles wore starched jeans pressed with a sharp crease, a blue blazer, and a plaid L.L. Bean–type shirt. On his feet were cordovan leather loafers over white socks, Michael Jackson style. Aside from Charles, we weren’t a colorful crowd. And I was getting envious and frustrated. After another few browsers drifted by, not one looking my way, I told myself I’d get in the face of the next motherfucker who walked in.     This turned out to be a tall, athletic-looking guy in jeans, a light blue dress shirt, and a gray herringbone blazer. Early thirties, six feet something, wearing a pair of beat-up New Balance running shoes. He carried a small stack of books held against his hip with one of his large hands, and walked up to Charles, who was standing at the booth’s entrance. I’d sequestered myself in a corner in front of a long table that displayed the press’s array of academic publications. The man’s hair was closely cropped on the sides, but dark brown and curly on the top of his head, sticking up a bit stylishly. He was blade-faced, like a hatchet, clean-shaven, with a prominent nose. I took him for an arrogant assistant professor at UCLA—casual, hip, rakishly rumpled, and eminently disdainful of any but the most intellectually elite. It was a type that dominated the convention, I thought. He immediately engaged Charles in an intense conversation, speaking rapidly, leaning forward, furrowing his brow, and I assumed, praising Wright’s poems, demonstrating critical prowess, holding forth the Selected Poems for Wright to sign. He’d smoothly steered my teacher against the side of the booth, facing the entrance, screening anyone away from engaging them by turning his back and sealing the two of them off like a basketball big man setting a pick in the lane. I spotted the trick right away. I admired it.     I gave up my own position by the table, then strolled up to the two of them locked in conversation on the wing of the booth. The guy was still set in his screen, his back to me, but I tapped his shoulder, my finger feeling the soft padding under the wool fabric of his coat. He turned and scowled at me with irritation.     “What is it?” he said, impatient at the interruption.     “Hey, look,” I said. “You come to the booth and you buy Charles’s book but you don’t buy mine. It’s hurting my feelings.”     “Oh, umm, what book is that?” he asked.     I showed him my paperback with its yellow cover.     “I have that book,” he said, and quickly turned to face Charles again, showing me his back. I tapped the shoulder a second time.     “Yeah,” I said, “but do you have the hardcover?” I gestured to the table behind where a couple dozen were still stacked.     When he turned, I saw that his face had broken from its scowl into a kind of innocence.     “Uhh, no I dun’t,” he said, a Chicago accent emerging in his speech.     “Well, today you get a twenty percent discount and a free signature from the author,” I said.     “Okay,” he said. “That sounds good.”     He took out a brown leather wallet, battered and compressed, faced the attendant who’d been watching us the whole time, and paid. I opened up my book and turned to the title page, planning to inscribe it with flourishes. It would be my first sale.     “Whom shall I sign this to?” I asked.     “My name is Edward Hirsch,” he said, standing over me, shoulders hunched, caught by my little gambit.     “Edward Hirsch!” I yelled. “You’re fucking Edward Hirsch? I love your poems! I love them! I read your book standing up at a bookstore every day for a week I loved them so much! You wrote ‘ “Dance You Monster to My Soft Song!” ’ You wrote ‘Walking the Upper West Side with Lorca’! I fucking love your poems! They’re so good, you piss me off!”     Hirsch’s book had come out a year before mine from a prestigious New York press, and finding it in my local university bookstore, I’d admired its marine-blue dustcover with a white window that displayed the decorous gray etching of a tree. For nearly a week, I returned to read it every day until a store clerk said to me—“Are you gonna buy it or you gonna just wear the thing out?” Shamed, I bought it, though it cost more money—nearly twenty dollars—than I could afford on my grad student stipend. But the poems were astonishing—so beautifully structured, gifted in rhetoric and memorable images, with urban settings and many about working-class people in Chicago where he’d grown up. Best of all, the emotions ran a full range, from the somber and reflective to the ecstatic. And I could tell that the man knew his stuff. I recognized influences and borrowings from poets everywhere—Spain, Chile, Philadelphia, Detroit, Paris, and San Francisco. I read echoes of the English Metaphysical poets, saw images like those of a raving Spanish Surrealist, heard shouts and murmurs in his supple poetic lines as though a bluesman were singing them, was consoled by prayers and elegies for the gone and tattered worlds of an immigrant past. This was a poet of soul with a deeply learned style, my own contemporary unmatched in skill and compassion.     His face cracked a big, wide smile, the deep furrow on his brow disappeared, and he grabbed my ears, pulling gently back and forth, saying, “O, I love you” as though he were a grandfather blessing a child.     Embarrassed but polite, our elder Charles Wright bowed away. Hirsch and I went off to lunch together, at a Chinese restaurant I knew close by, talking poetry, poetry, poetry. We shared stories of our apprenticeships in different books and cities, compared his formalist mentors and my stylishly louche ones. We talked about poets we loved, women we loved, and places we’d traveled. It turned out we’d both won the same fellowship straight out of college. He went to Eastern Europe and Russia on the trail of his ancestors and lost families. I went to Japan to do the same. After those long and parallel trails, we became brothers.

Every Poem Was a Secret          by Edward Hirsch

Every poem was a secret struggle with himself, every secret was a struggle, a handwritten scrawl, something joyous or terrible, a fragmentary blood-soaked message wrenched out of his body, a longing for some impossible harmony tucked into a bottle and tossed off the side of a cliff. Reckless love poems, shocked elegies drafted against death looking for God— some of them shattered in desperation on the rocks below, but others, like this one, bobbed away on surging blue waves for someone to find them. . .

More on these books and authors:

Learn more about The Perfect Sound by Garrett Hongo and browse other books by him.

Learn more about Stranger by Night by Edward Hirsch, browse other books by him, and read his recent New York Times piece on learning to negotiate the world as he loses his eyesight.

Follow Garrett Hongo @bblilikoi on Instagram.

Hear Garrett Hongo read at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books on April 23 (tickets required).

Visit our Tumblr to peruse poems, audio recordings, and broadsides in the Knopf poem-a-day series.

To share the poem-a-day experience with friends, pass along this link.

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What makes up a business suit?

With the formality scale out of of the way, let’s take a look at the components of a business suit and what makes it look formal.

Colours The darker the shade of your suit colour is, the more formal it is. We believe that men should start with the following colours first – charcoal grey and navy blue. These are considered staples of a man’s wardrobe and are perfect for a business environment due to their versatility (you can easily match them with other colours and dress them up or down as needed).

Fabrics and texture Smoothness and shine of the fabric is another indicator of a suit’s formality. The smoother and shinier the fabric, the more formal it is. That doesn’t mean your business suit should be made of satin, however. This shiny fabric is used in moderation on lapel and trousers and is typically reserved for evening events.

An optimal fabric for a business suit is wool or wool-silk blend with less prominent weave, such as evenly-textured worsted or serge.

Patterns Similar to texture, patterns also play a role in assessing formality. Patterned outfit tends to be less formal compared to plain ones. If patterns are a must for your suit, opt for something subtle, such as pinstripes. It will be less loud and help others working with you focus more on what you have to say than your attire.

Structure Business suits are characterised by their strong structure – a canvas construction with shoulder paddings that give the jacket a more defined look. As far as smaller features go, a single-breasted jacket with two buttons is a popular choice for business suits (double-breasted construction is more common in more formal suits). Lastly, opt for a notched lapel over a peaked lapel for a more classic look.

Trousers Typical business suit trousers come with a sharp crease down the centre of the legs. The more dressed down version of a men’s attire would, on the other hand, include jeans or chinos with a smooth front.

Shirts While it may be hidden behind a suit jacket most of the time, a dress shirt is likewise an essential component of a business suit. The rules for a formal shirt are more-less the same as for the suit. Patterned shirts are more casual than solids, and the bigger or more visible the pattern (think wide butcher stripes or plaids) the more casual the shirt will be. You may, therefore, rather opt for solid colours with smoother weaves, such as Royal Oxford and twills.

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What makes up a business suit?

With the formality scale out of of the way, let’s take a look at the components of a business suit and what makes it look formal. Colors The darker the shade of your suit colour is, the more formal it is. We believe that men should start with the following colours first – charcoal grey and navy blue. These are considered staples of a man’s wardrobe and are perfect for a business environment due to their versatility (you can easily match them with other colours and dress them up or down as needed). Fabrics and texture Smoothness and shine of the fabric is another indicator of a suit’s formality. The smoother and shinier the fabric, the more formal it is. That doesn’t mean your business suit should be made of satin, however. This shiny fabric is used in moderation on lapel and trousers and is typically reserved for evening events. An optimal fabric for a business suit is wool or wool-silk blend with less prominent weave, such as evenly-textured worsted or serge. Patterns Similar to texture, patterns also play a role in assessing formality. Patterned outfit tends to be less formal compared to plain ones. If patterns are a must for your suit, opt for something subtle, such as pinstripes. It will be less loud and help others working with you focus more on what you have to say than your attire. Structure Business suits are characterized by their strong structure – a canvas construction with shoulder padding that give the jacket a more defined look. As far as smaller features go, a single-breasted jacket with two buttons is a popular choice for business suits (double-breasted construction is more common in more formal suits). Lastly, opt for a notched lapel over a peaked lapel for a more classic look. Trousers Typical business suit trousers come with a sharp crease down the center of the legs. The more dressed down version of a men’s attire would, on the other hand, include jeans or chinos with a smooth front. Shirts While it may be hidden behind a suit jacket most of the time, a dress shirt is likewise an essential component of a business suit. The rules for a formal shirt are more-less the same as for the suit. Patterned shirts are more casual than solids, and the bigger or more visible the pattern (think wide butcher stripes or plaids) the more casual the shirt will be. You may, therefore, rather opt for solid colours with smoother weaves, such as Royal Oxford and twills

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Top Clothing Gift Ideas for Men: Stylish and Thoughtful Choices

When it comes to finding the perfect gift for a man, clothing is an ideal option. Not only is it practical, but a carefully chosen item of clothing can elevate his style and bring a touch of sophistication to his wardrobe. Whether you’re shopping for a friend, partner, father, or brother, there’s something for every personality and style preference. Here’s a guide to top clothing gifts for men that are sure to impress.

Classic Sweaters: Warmth with Style

Sweaters are a staple in every man’s wardrobe, making them a timeless gift choice. Whether it’s a cozy wool pullover or a refined cashmere option, a good sweater can be dressed up or down.

Crewneck Sweater: A versatile, classic style that works well for layering or wearing alone.

V-Neck Sweater: Ideal for a slightly more formal look, perfect for layering over collared shirts.

Chunky Knit Sweater: A thicker, textured sweater for the colder months, great for a cozy, rugged look.

Opt for neutral colors like navy, gray, or beige, which are universally flattering and easy to style.

Stylish Outerwear: Jackets and Coats

A high-quality jacket or coat can elevate any outfit and is a thoughtful, long-lasting gift. Choose a style that fits his lifestyle and climate needs.

Bomber Jacket: Casual yet fashionable, a bomber jacket adds a modern touch to casual wear.

Wool Overcoat: Ideal for a polished, sophisticated look, especially during the winter season.

Puffer Jacket: For the outdoorsy guy, a puffer jacket offers warmth without sacrificing style.

Outerwear in neutral tones or classic patterns (like plaid or herringbone) is versatile and easy to match with different outfits.

Dress Shirts: Elevate His Wardrobe

A good dress shirt is a staple for both professional and casual settings. Choose high-quality fabrics, like cotton or linen, that are both breathable and durable.

Classic White Dress Shirt: Always in style, a white dress shirt can be paired with almost anything, from jeans to a suit.

Patterned Dress Shirt: Subtle patterns, such as stripes or checks, add personality without being overly bold.

Oxford Shirt: Slightly more casual but still refined, this shirt works well for both business-casual and everyday wear.

Look for shirts in colors like blue, white, or light gray, as they’re easy to mix and match with other pieces.

Premium T-Shirts: Everyday Essentials

A collection of well-made T-shirts in his favorite colors can be a practical yet stylish gift. Look for T-shirts made from quality fabrics like pima cotton or bamboo for softness and durability.

Plain White T-Shirt: A timeless classic that’s versatile and comfortable.

Crew Neck T-Shirt: The most popular T-shirt style, perfect for casual looks.

Henley T-Shirt: With a buttoned collar, a Henley is a step up from a basic tee and adds a bit of flair to casual outfits.

Consider gifting a set in neutral colors or choosing one with his favorite colors for a personalized touch.

Tailored Blazers: For Formal and Casual Chic

Blazers are an essential item for men who appreciate style and versatility. They can be worn over a dress shirt for a formal look or paired with jeans for a polished casual vibe.

Classic Navy Blazer: A must-have for any man, this blazer pairs well with both dress pants and denim.

Tweed Blazer: A textured option that’s great for fall and winter, adding a rustic, sophisticated touch to an outfit.

Casual Blazer: For those who prefer a relaxed fit, a casual blazer can be an easy way to look put together without being too formal.

A well-fitting blazer in neutral tones will give him endless styling options.

Loungewear: Cozy and Comfortable Choices

Loungewear is no longer just for lounging around the house. Many stylish options make it a thoughtful gift for any man who values comfort.

Joggers or Sweatpants: Look for high-quality fabrics like fleece or terry cloth for warmth and comfort.

Zip-Up Hoodie: A versatile piece that’s perfect for casual outings and cozy days at home.

Matching Loungewear Sets: A coordinated set adds an element of style to his relaxation time.

Go for classic colors like gray, black, or navy, as they’re easy to match and look effortlessly cool.

Stylish Accessories: Elevate His Look

Accessories can be the perfect finishing touch, adding personality and sophistication. Here are a few go-to options:

Scarves: A cozy wool or cashmere scarf in a classic color or pattern is a great winter gift.

Leather Belt: Choose a high-quality leather belt in black or brown for versatile styling.

Watches: A classic timepiece is a timeless gift that can elevate any outfit.

Gloves: For colder climates, leather or wool gloves add both warmth and style.

Functional Bags: Practical and Stylish

A stylish, functional bag can be a game-changer for men on the go. From everyday essentials to work or travel, there are bags to suit any purpose.

Leather Messenger Bag: Ideal for work or travel, a leather messenger bag is both functional and stylish.

Backpack: For the active guy, a durable and sleek backpack is perfect for daily use.

Weekend Duffle Bag: A must-have for weekend getaways or gym trips, offering both practicality and sophistication.

Look for bags in classic colors like brown, black, or navy that complement most outfits.

Cozy Socks and Slippers: Comfort Gifts

Socks and slippers are perfect for the winter season, adding warmth and comfort to his wardrobe.

Wool Socks: Great for warmth and comfort, especially during colder months.

Compression Socks: Perfect for frequent travelers, as they improve circulation during long flights.

Slippers: Opt for high-quality materials like sheepskin or wool for the ultimate comfort at home.

Personalized Options: Add a Personal Touch

Adding a personal touch can make a clothing gift even more special.

Monogrammed Shirts or Cufflinks: Personalized items show thoughtfulness and add sophistication to his wardrobe.

Custom Embroidery: You can add his initials to sweaters, scarves, or bags for a unique touch.

Engraved Belt Buckles or Watch Bands: A simple engraving can make a belt or watch feel extra special and meaningful.

Final Thoughts

Finding the right clothing gift for men doesn’t have to be challenging. With the options above, you can choose an item that matches his style, suits his lifestyle, and adds to his wardrobe. Whether you go for a classic blazer, a cozy sweater, or personalized accessories, a well-chosen clothing gift can bring both joy and style to his everyday life.

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