#leather monk shoes

[italianshoesblog]

Double Monk Strap Shoes | Italian Shoes Co.

Explore our wide collection of single & double monk strap shoes online for men, handcrafted from premium Italian leather. Step up your style with our premium shoes.

[amenshoesuk]

Shop Stylish Men's Brogue Boots at Amen Shoes UK | Classic Elegance Redefined

Elevate your footwear collection with men's brogue boots from Amen Shoes UK. Our timeless designs blend classic elegance with contemporary style, ensuring sophistication with every step. Explore our range for quality craftsmanship and unmatched comfort.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Frank! fantasy flavor!

rambles:

i really wanted to blend that monk-class inspiration w/ Frank's personal vibe... i like to think that i Succeeded!

i turned his tie into a sort of brooch since, yk. bowties aren't all that Fantastical. they miss the style. also i think they'd be more comfortable with something smaller since he's very active and needs a wide range of maneuverability

i bet Eddie or someone wheedled them into adding the leather shoulder pauldrons - leather to keep it a bit more flexy, and also. it just looks Cool!

figuring out what would replace his vest was tough. i didn't want them to be entirely unprotected, but i couldn't give him straight armor. though i will admit! a sort of tight-fitting crop top was Considered! but i landed on a gambeson vest as the best fit - comfortable, flexible, a Vest, while providing some level of protection! also, gambesons are quilted, which fits Frank's diamond-checkered vest!

ive already mentioned that one of my favorite outfit things is Flowy Pants Tucked Into Boots, so... that choice wasn't very character driven. except the boots are a tall ankle wrap - for that extra stability and strength! their shoes are pretty flexible and are only a few steps away from being slippers.

and the half-skirt - open skirt? - thing (still don't know what its called) is purely some self indulgence. i think Frank looks great in skirts!! also imagining him Throwing Down w/ the added flair of the skirt... damn. it'd probably help confuse enemies too - what're they gonna do next? who knows! the skirt is in the way and adding extra Movement!

i like to think that his knife is either in a sheath attached to the back of the belt, or they have it on their thigh (under the skirt) like Wally's bag. he probably never uses it... punching is the way to go for Frank methinks. it's probably reserved for cutting ropes and fruit

speaking of punching.... wrist wraps! inspired by boxing gauze! pads his knuckles, keeps his wrist compressed, its the best choice for physical combat. though the wrapped knuckles probably always have blood showing through anyway... or no yeah it's mostly other people's blood...

as for scars - Frank probably has quite the collection! i imagine that they've been picking fights since a young age, and in such a dangerous world he probably got hit a Lot until they learned how to hit back. and hit back Well. still, i wanted to give him a cool face scar with a very lame backstory - a book with a crisp, sharp spine corner fell off a high shelf and bonked them in the face at juuuust the right angle <3 he probably stays very fucking quiet about it which makes everyone think there's some intense traumatic backstory behind it. there isn't. Frank's just embarrassed.

closing note: i imagine that Frank has zero magic. literally none. cannot wield it for shit cannot utilize it. he's just like Howdy fr

[joyful-enchantress]

Loki’s costume at the end of S2E6 was perfect.

Yes, every part of it, down to those slippers.

And here’s my unsolicited (and delayed) thoughts on the matter.

First, let’s talk about his robe. Not only was it utterly beautiful, down to the draping and the deep, rich shade of green (and I mean come on, would we expect anything less?), its style was incredibly symbolic.

If you look at previous Loki ensembles, especially the ones that include a horned helmet, there is an air of grandeur and finery about them. The exquisitely stitched, buttery leather; the shiny gold trimmings and metal armor accents; the dramatic, billowing capes and overcoats. Even the silhouette of these looks is broad and structured — one might even say severe. Everything about these past looks screams “Look at me; I’m important” and reinforces Tony’s own observation in The Avengers that Loki is a “full-tilt diva” — he longs for the respect and attention that he deserves (and has been denied almost all of his life) and that longing is reflected in his clothing. They are reminiscent of the royal palace in which he was raised. They allow him to be battle-ready, because he’s had to fight and claw for every scrap of love and attention he’s managed to get. They represent a broken prince. A warrior cloaked in royalty. A would-be-king.

Now, compare that to his robe in Loki S2E6. It isn’t flashy. It has a soft silhouette. The shade of green is deeper and richer than we’ve seen; more earthy. An earthy shade of green which, in my opinion, is a nod to Yggdrasil, the cosmic tree that he will weave the branches of the multiverse into. The gold trimming across the front is subtle and understated - I even missed it at first and didn’t realize there was any gold trimming on the robe at all until I got a closer look later. It is simple. The draping is reminiscent of the robes worn by Buddhist monks. His robe reflects a Loki that has more wisdom and humility, and who has realized that being a good king — a proper god — means he will spend his life in service to others. It is the robe of a man who is confident and self-assured and knows exactly what kind of god he needs to be.

Now let’s talk about the slippers. I noticed that they got quite a bit of flack immediately after the finale aired. And I get it — they’re an odd choice, especially when we are so accustomed to the dramatic boots and finely-crafted and statement-making dress shoes he typically dons. For similar reasons as the robe, they are symbolic and fitting for Loki’s development into a wiser, more humble character. Don’t get me wrong, these loafers are still impeccably stylish, and no doubt they are of the finest craftsmanship, because this is still Loki we are talking about here. But they have a purpose, and that purpose is to get him to his final destination. These simple slippers barely even protect Loki’s feet, showing us a kind of vulnerability that we’re unaccustomed to seeing from Loki. He isn’t guarded in this moment; he’s open, connected to his purpose, and sure of himself. The shoes aren’t for battle; they aren’t meant to impress. They are meant to serve.

Now, about what is, quite possibly, my favorite feature of the costume. The horns. These iconic horns which we’ve associated with Loki from the very beginning take on an entirely reimagined look in the finale. First of all, they are bigger than any set we’ve seen resting upon Loki’s brow. So big, in fact, that they weren’t actually a physical part of the costume Tom Hiddleston wore. So big that they would likely hinder his performance if he actually had to bear their weight on his head.

In addition to their size, the horns are made of the same temporal-infused material from which both HWR’s talisman and the citadel at the end of time are constructed. Gone are the opulent golden horns that glisten and shine with the grandeur of royal finery. These horns are dark and heavy. They symbolize the unfathomable weight of the burden that Loki bears in his godly endeavor to save the multiverse. The golden temporal material that runs throughout the horns like veins is reminiscent, to me, of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of mending broken things with gold. And in a way, Loki is a broken thing that has been healed and mended throughout his personal journey of self-acceptance and friendship, and is now more beautiful than he ever has been. More humble. More selfless. More godly.

In addition to the horns, the cape, too, is the largest we’ve seen Loki wear. And while at first, this dramatically oversized cape may seem to stand in opposition to the humility that the rest of the outfit encapsulates, it works. It works because, like the horns, it is symbolic of the burden Loki has chosen to bear. This cape would be unbearably heavy; it would make even the most basic movement difficult. And on top of its sheer size, his cape even becomes torn into strips that are woven into the timelines themselves, literally securing his burden — his service to the multiverse — around his neck.

Lastly, I want to talk about the way this outfit manifested. There’s been a common thread throughout this discussion about the humility and selflessness that this ensemble puts on display. And while that’s true, we’re talking about a relative level of humility and selflessness, when compared to Loki’s previous tendencies. This is still Loki we’re talking about here. He’s got a flair for the dramatic. He’s nothing if not intentional about the way he presents himself. And the way he marched down that gangway like it was his own personal runway, while his clothing fell away in shreds and tatters to reveal this completely fresh but familiar look, was completely on-brand for him. It was theatrical. It was glorious.

His outfit at the end featured accessories that were heavy and larger than life. Those parts were a burden.

It wasn’t short on the style and drama that we’re so accustomed to seeing from Loki. It was glorious.

And every part of it, down to his humble shoes, was fit for purpose.

One look at this finale costume and you know, without doubt, that Loki is burdened with glorious purpose.

A/N: If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading my unsolicited thoughts on this beautiful piece of costume design! Also, apologies for the delay in posting. I know some of you have been told this post was coming since the night the finale aired, weeks ago. Thank you for your patience with me as I gathered my thoughts and found the time to organize them and type them out.

🏷️ @peachyjinx @acidcasualties @muddyorbsblr @lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @tallseaweed @give-me-a-moose @fictive-sl0th @coldnique @maple-seed @loopsisloops @gigglingtiggerv2 @simplyholl @superficialdomina @mischief2sarawr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @wheredafandomat @liminalpebble @ladyofthestayingpower ++

[thatonegreenleaf]

~Cyrus Morrison~ Sim Download + CC links!

-

This is Cyrus! He was made as a response to the extensive lore that was being developed on my twitch stream when I was building a grunge style record & music store. (find that build here) He goes hand in hand with June Singh, and is a suave aspiring DJ with a heart of gold.

TOU:

♥  Plz credit me at least once if you use and post him with no changes made.

DOWNLOAD HIS TRAY FILES ON SIM FILE SHARE!

*please note his tray files do not include CC. You can find all links below! ⇩

⇢Skin Details:

mouth corners (cheekmole+forehead) | freckles | Misc face details (skindetail and occult) | floral skin detail set (merged) | eyelashes | eyebags (merged) | face details (merged) | mesmerized body blush | body hair | lip overlay (lipstick 3) | face overlay (sfs link, skin detail, forehead crease) | spotlight (tattoo) |

⇢Genetics:

harvey hair (alpha alternative: cool men's hair) | maxis hair overlay (brow ring) *don't download this if you plan on using the alpha hairstyle, or remember to take it off in the piercing section*  | eyebrows | facial hair | angel eyes (non default) | eyelashes (glasses) | ear presets | eyebrow sliders N1 | eyelids sliders N1 | facial asymmetry slider | hip shape slider | EA lash remover

⇢Tattoos/Facial Piercings/Jewelry:

flower sleeve | single earring (merged) | eyebrow piercing (L ring open) | necklace | rings (merged)

⇢Everyday:

jacket | socks V2 (ankle, plain) | belt | pocket chain V1 | jeans | converse

⇢Formal:

slacks | shoes (monk strap 1) | jacket

⇢Athletic:

asteroid sneakers (M) | shorts (merged) | smart watch | keychain V2 | socks V1 (ankle, plain) | tank top

⇢Sleep:

sleep pants

⇢Party:

converse | fishnet top accessory | bracelet | shirt | socks V3 (calf, plain) | asymmetrical jeans

⇢Swimwear:

sunglasses | swimshorts

⇢Hot Weather:

shirt | shoes (leather sandals 1) | belt | pocket chain V1 | shorts

⇢Cold Weather:

coat | beanie (merged) | jeans | january shoes 01 (M)

-

Support me on patreon!

Follow me on twitch!

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

The Silver Dragon (16)

A Holy Sight

At long last, Arianwyn returns to King’s Landing.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Daemon and Rhea's daughter)

Warnings: none

Series Masterlist - Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Emrys, Vermax, and Arrax were already saddled and waiting in the courtyard when Arianwyn, clad in her riding leathers, raced down the castle’s steps. Emrys immediately lurched forward to try and meet her, but the Dragonkeepers had long since learned their lesson and now had six monks holding his reins to keep him in place. He whined rather pitifully but perked up the moment Arianwyn laid a hand on his snout.

“Lentot jī, Emrys,” she whispered. “Jorrāelti gierȳti lua āmāzī.” We are going home, Emrys. We are going back to the people we love.

He whooped in response, crouching to allow her to mount more easily. She climbed into his saddle, fastening a satchel behind her. The majority of her belongings would be with Brynna and her guards on one of the ships leaving from Spicetown, but not this.

Not used to carrying any cargo beyond Arianwyn herself, Emrys tilted his head as he examined the small bag.

“Arlī mīsītsor, yno syt lo bē Dāro Vilinio māzissuty jonevīlun. Nūmia sepār landir sesīr,” she explained. The dragon looked from her to the bag, then back again, as if confused. “Vaogenkon rongondi jomīston āmāzīnna daor. Dāria yne tolī sȳrī gīmēdas.” Fresh clothes, for me to wear once we arrive. Jewels and shoes, too. I can’t make my return in dirty leather. The Queen taught me too well.

Emrys only huffed, and she imagined that if he could, he would roll his eyes.

The courtyard doors opened, and Rhaenyra and her family emerged. Arianwyn suppressed her smile and straightened her posture, refusing to look any of them in the eye. Though Jacaerys did try to catch her attention as he mounted. He’d been in a foul mood since dinner the night before. She didn’t have a single guess as to why, nor did she care to ask.

Once he and Lucerys were settled in their saddles, Rhaenyra approached, a sleeping young Viserys on her hip. She gave detailed instructions on how to get to King’s Landing and what they were to do from there, but Arianwyn did not listen. She did not even meet Rhaenyra’s gaze; instead, she focused on offering encouraging whispers to Emrys.

Why would she need instruction when she’d spent the last eight years dreaming of flying back?

Finally, Rhaenyra made her way toward the dock. She and Daemon would not fly to King’s Landing while she was heavily pregnant. Instead, they were to sail on the ship with their two young sons – Aegon and Viserys – and the servants and cargo.

Arianwyn was grateful for it. The last time she had flown across the Blackwater, Caraxes had nearly driven Emrys to madness for how close he followed. Today, they would fly free.

The sight of the shining red roofs of King’s Landing brought more comfort to Arianwyn than she had anticipated. How could simple tiles bring forth such a feeling of home?

While Vermax and Arrax dutifully flew straight for the Dragonpit, Arianwyn led Emrys in a wide circle before she landed, wanting to soak in as much of the city as possible before she was stuffed in a carriage with her stepbrothers. The sun was infinitely warmer than on Dragonstone, and while there was still the smell of salt coming off the sea, it was far more inviting than the fishy, wet brine she’d endured for so long.

The moment they landed, Emrys let out a joyful roar, overcome with excitement to finally be home. The Dragonkeepers never had the chance to take his reins, for as soon as Arianwyn dismounted, he scampered into the mouth of the Dragonpit, seeking his long-lost companions.

One of the young female Dragonkeepers allowed Arianwyn to use her room to change into her gown and stayed to help adjust the folds of the silk, straighten the braided silver and bronze chains of her necklace, and release the wind-blown tangles from her silver curls.

But when she finally climbed into the carriage, her stepbrothers were not impressed by her appearance.

“We’re going to be late because of you,” Jace complained, pounding the ceiling to signal their departure as he glared at her.

Arianwyn ran her eyes over his attire – a worn gray gambeson that made him look more like a squire than a prince. Luke wore the same. She shrugged and curled her lips in a saccharine smile. “At least I will look presentable when we reach the castle.”

He scoffed, “What do clothes matter? I am the future King, no matter what I wear.”

“What you wear can send a message,” Arianwyn replied, perhaps more curtly than was necessary. “For those of us who cannot speak so freely as a ‘future King,’ we must rely on more subtle methods to convey our opinions.”

“And what message does this dress send?” Jace asked with more venom than she’d heard before. He reveled in teasing her but had never truly sounded hateful toward her. Why did he do so now?

Luke repeatedly banged his forehead against the carriage window.

Perhaps Jace was angry because he understood the message she was trying to send and wanted her to say it aloud so he could have something to report to Daemon.

The elaborate, flowing gown was made entirely of the finest black and bronze silk brocade, with hundreds of tiny round beads made of blackened steel stitched into the bodice and sleeves, evoking the appearance of a set of pauldrons. Her jewels were entirely set in bronze, save for the single silver chain woven into her necklace – the same necklace Aemond had chosen for her on her thirteenth name day.

The ensemble practically screamed her message: I am not one of them.

But she could not say that. Not to Jace, who would immediately report what she said to Daemon. So she pursed her lips and gave a pretty lie, “It sends the message that I am a beautiful and civilized young woman. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Jace scoffed again and turned away from her, watching the pale stone of the city rush past them. For the rest of the ride to the docks, Arianwyn wore a self-satisfied smile, though she fiddled nervously with one of the stones on her necklace: a single, tear-shaped sapphire.

The mood in the carriage lightened significantly once Rhaena joined them. She was the only person who could ever create peace between Arianwyn and Jace.

She had not been permitted to bring Morning with her, as the long journey would have been difficult for the still-young hatchling. So, she talked ceaselessly about how much she missed the little pink creature, worrying that she would somehow miss all of his youth in the few days they would be gone. The others sympathized with her, and all tried to cheer her with stories of their dragons’ adolescence.

But silence fell once more when they rode into the courtyard of the Red Keep to find it all but empty. The king was not there to greet them, nor the queen, their children, or even any of the Small Council. Only Ser Steffon Darklyn was there to receive them.

“All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen,” he announced to no one but the regularly stationed guards and a handful of scattered servants, “Princess of Dragonstone and Heir to the Iron Throne, and her Royal Consort, Prince Daemon Targaryen.”

As she exited the carriage behind her siblings, Arianwyn watched the confusion on Rhaenyra and Daemon’s faces melt into anger. Obviously, the princess had been expecting something far more grand. Perhaps she expected it still, as she ordered the children into formation with a tilt of her chin.

Being his eldest child, Arianwyn should have been positioned just behind Daemon, with her younger half-sisters behind her. But she knew her true place. So she stood in the back, Rhaena and the two babes ahead of her.

But it did not bother her. Soon, she would be with her true family once more.

After long, awkward minutes of waiting in the chilly courtyard, the doors to the Red Keep finally opened. Only one man emerged, a lord that Arianwyn did not recognize. He approached Rhaenyra and gave a swift bow before taking her hands.

“Welcome back, Princess,” he said.

Rhaenyra stared back at him in disbelief. “Lord Caswell. Has something happened?”

They all glanced around the pitiful courtyard before Caswell answered. “I am afraid not, princess. Please, come with me.” He stood aside with a hand gesturing back toward the door. With a hefty sigh, Rhaenyra followed him into the Red Keep.

Arianwyn’s heart soared as she entered the familiar halls. Some things had changed, yes. New paintings and tapestries hung on the walls, and the Seven-Pointed Star had been carved above many thresholds. But still, it was home.

Lord Caswell brought them to a halt at the foot of the Grand Staircase. “Your petition shall be heard tomorrow, I am told,” he said. He leaned closer to Daemon and Rhaenyra, whispering something Arianwyn could not hear.

When he withdrew, Rhaenyra turned to her children. “Your father and I are to go see the king. We will meet you in our chambers later in the evening. But, for now, you have leave of the castle.”

Daemon stared directly at Arianwyn as he added, “I expect you will all behave yourselves and stay out of trouble.” She did not reply but held his gaze until he turned and went up the steps with Rhaenyra.

Rhaena ran off to find her sister. For a moment, Arianwyn did not know where to go. Her old rooms? The library?

But her choice was made when she heard Jace whisper to Luke. “Let’s go to the training yard. I want to see if that hole in the wall is still there.”

Of course, the training yard. Arianwyn’s heart skipped a beat as she shook off her shock at being in the Red Keep again. Where she wanted to go was not a place but a person. But the training yard would do for now.

For she knew that was where she would find Aemond.

It was difficult for her not to sprint down the hallways for her eagerness, but she kept her pace slow and herself far enough behind her stepbrothers that they did not notice her and eventually, their presence faded from her mind. A lightness spread through her body, and her fingers tingled ceaselessly until she clasped her hands together and squeezed.

Though it had been eight years since she had seen him, she still had letters from Aemond every day. He kept her appraised of everything that happened in the Red Keep so thoroughly that she sometimes felt as though she had never left. So why did she now find herself so nervous to see him?

She brushed off the question as she emerged into the light. Jace and Luke were already halfway down the stairs to the training yard proper while she continued straight on the rampart to the viewing platform where she and Helaena had always sat with their Septa and the King.

Her eyes were drawn downward when she heard the clanging of steel on steel, but she was left disappointed when she only found two identical men, whom she assumed to be the Cargyll brothers sparring. The yard was more crowded than she had ever seen, with dozens of lords and ladies gathering to watch the men practicing. Curious, she had rarely seen ladies below the ramparts before.

Before Arianwyn could consider it further, a flash of white caught her eyes. Her breath caught when she, at last, saw him.

Aemond.

Though he was turned away from her, she would know him even in darkness. But there he was, leaning over a display of weapons. In his letters, he had told Arianwyn that while he could hold his own with many different weapons, the simple longsword remained his favorite. Indeed, he forwent all the maces, hammers, and axes on the table before him and drew his sword from his belt.

Picking up a wooden shield, he stalked across the yard to meet Ser Criston, a crowd immediately gathering around them. Not wanting to lose sight of him, Arianwyn ran across the wall to get a better view.

Gods, he was truly a man now.

He stood several inches taller than Ser Criston, and though he was quite lean, an undeniable width to his shoulders revealed a great strength. But what most drew Arianwyn’s admiration was his face.

Beautiful was the only word Arianwyn could think of to describe him. The line of his jaw was severe, running parallel to the sharpness of his cheekbones. His nose was long and stately, and his lips seemed to hold a permanent mischievous grin. There was an intensity in his one eye, which was only amplified by the harshness of the scar that still ran across the left side of his face and the black leather patch covering where his eye had once been.

Arianwyn’s chest stung slightly not to see her sapphire, but it was quickly brushed aside when Aemond jumped up and down several times before crouching in an offensive position. Ser Criston mirrored the motion, and the fight began.

Cole moved first, swinging his morningstar at Aemond’s head. Arianwyn’s heart jumped as it came down, but Aemond had already moved, and the weapon crashed against his shield.

She hardly breathed watching them fight, at once terrified to see Aemond hurt and yet thrilled by the warrior he had become. He moved with the remarkable swiftness of a Dornish adder and the deadly grace of a Qohorik tiger. It was entrancing.

Arianwyn fought the urge to shout when Ser Criston once more brought his morningstar down on Aemond’s shield, shattering one side and forcing him down on one knee. But Aemond only tossed his shield out of the ring and rose, swinging his blade around the Kinsguard’s head twice.

When he feinted another swing, Cole fell for the bait, swinging wildly and throwing himself off balance just as Aemond spun out of the way and behind him. Cole was angry now, frustrated that he could not match his opponent’s speed. Aemond twirled his sword in a taunting flourish as the knight stalked around him, assessing his next move.

Cole struck left, and Aemond dodged. Cole followed the momentum of his heavy weapon and came back around to his right, but Aemond dodged again. Cole swung again and again, but each time, Aemond dodged him with ease.

When Cole began to shout as he raised his weapon to bring another wild swing down on the Prince, Aemond brought up his sword to meet it. The morningstar pulled Cole to the right, exposing his chest and neck. Aemond spun around him, keeping his good eye on his opponent, and brought the tip of his blade against Ser Criston’s neck.

Arianwyn shivered as an unfamiliar feeling swept through her and settled low in her stomach. It was nearly like the rush she felt whenever Emrys took a steep dive, but somehow different. After taking a moment to collect herself, she joined in on the applause.

Ser Criston dropped his morningstar and began to clap too, murmuring something Arianwyn could not hear atop the wall. Nor could she hear Aemond’s response as he lowered his sword back to his side and faced his nephews.

A shout came to open the gates, drawing the attention of all in the yard – except Aemond and Arianwyn. Neither noticed as Vaemond Velaryon strode in, surrounded by bannermen, giving a withering look to Lucerys as he passed. Aemond did not even notice the servant approaching to offer him a new shield.

For he had turned to look up at the wall, and there he found her.

As Aemond gazed upon Arianwyn for the first time in years, he thought that, surely, no other man had ever felt such joy. When she looked down on him from the rampart and blessed him with her glorious smile, he was certain of it.

He was a drowning man at last breaching the surface and taking a life-giving gulp of air. He was a man dying of thirst at last feeling the sweet taste of water upon his lips. He was a man whose heart had been bleeding for years without ceasing, healed in an instant simply by the holy sight of the woman he loved.

When he had first heard that Rhaenyra and the rest were coming to King’s Landing, he had not allowed himself to hope that Arianwyn would be with them. For if he had, and she were left alone on Dragonstone, he would not have been able to stop himself from flying to her rescue.

But thank the gods, he did not have to. She was here. She was safe. And she was perfect.

Her beauty far surpassed anything Aemond had been able to imagine. Her curling white hair fell in a wild, wonderful cascade down her back. Her plump cheeks and full lips were the deep, enticing pink of the finest Tyrell roses. And her eyes were as bright as polished silver, sparkling with their characteristic gleam.

Aemond brushed aside a servant who had approached him and ignored Cole’s attempts to begin another round of sparring entirely. Sliding his sword back into its sheath, he pushed through the gathered crowds toward the stairs. Seeing him approach, Arianwyn ran across the ramparts to meet him.

Even as he came to a halt a step below her, Aemond stood at least a head taller. He did not say anything as he faced her, breath heavy from both his fight and his rush up the steps. Then, lowering his eyes to her neck and her jeweled chain, he reached out a hand as if to grab it but stopped mere inches from her skin.

What if she wasn’t really here? He had imagined her beside him so often. What if this was just another illusion? What if he tried to touch her and only felt cold air?

“Aemond…” she whispered, for only him to hear.

Gods, he wanted her to be real. He wanted to kiss her. To take her in his arms and carry her to the Sept and wed her without hesitation. But he could not do that. He could not even move for the intensity of the hope and elation racing through his veins.

But he did not have to. Swifter than he could realize, Arianwyn threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she pressed her cheek to his. Real. She was real, and she was here.

Slowly, as his body remembered how, he brought his trembling arms around her, at last running his fingers through her silver curls. It took all his strength to remain standing.

“Aemond,” she whispered again, her breath warming his ear. “Aemond, I’m finally home.”

[kimber-llee]

Preppy LookBook #1

Glasses / Necklace / Socks 1 / 2

Top / Bottom / Monk Strap / Bag

Top / Bottom / Leather Loafers / Bread hat

Top / Bottom / Derby Shoes / Bag

Top / Bottom(17) / Monk Strap / Bag

Top / Bottom(17) / Leather Loafers / Beret

Top / Bottom(17) / Loafers / Bag

POSE @helgatisha Thank you to all creators. @gorillax3-cc @ashwwa @jius-sims @saengchung @xionsims and other creators.

[lunarflux]

I just want to see Ewan in Dark Academia outfits.

Tweed jackets, fitted vests, oversized leather bomber jackets, monk-strap derby shoes, floor-length pea coats, chunky loafers with socks, loose linen button-ups tucked into khaki trousers, combat boots with cuffed black trousers, plaid trousers with oxfords, a t-shirt with a cardigan and chelsea boots...

Please.

[wardog-of-the-endless]

Jeff Satur Black Tie Fashion Breakdown

I can do all things through spite, which sustains me.

I love the fashion in Black Tie. Jeff's really living his best Valentino life, and I wanted to break down what I could determine. Granted, his coats almost all seem to be custom, and while I worked in the industry it was not with Valentino, so I would hesitate to guess. (I mean, I will if you want, my DMs are open). But everything else I could more or less find on the website and I thought, why not? My besty already got slapped with it, why should you guys escape?

Let's Do This.

Opening Look

Coat: Full Length Likely Custom (Ostrich)

Top: HEAVY COTTON POPLIN LONG SLEEVE SHIRT $ 950.00

Tie: WOOL AND SILK VALENTIE TIE WITH METAL V APPLIQUÉ $ 520.00 (*See Author's Note)

Slacks: LANA STRETCH PANTS $ 1,250.00

Shoes: M-WAY ROCKSTUD ANKLE BOOT IN CALFSKIN LEATHER $ 1,550.00

Earrings: VLOGO SIGNATURE METAL AND GLASS BEAD EARRINGS $ 850.00

Secondary Look:

Coat: Half Length (Assumed Custom) Jeff Satur Chevron Feather

Nose Stud: ROCKSTUD METAL NOSE RING $ 190.00

Lip Wrap: VLOGO SIGNATURE METAL LIP RING $ 190.00

Tie: WOOL AND SILK VALENTIE TIE WITH METAL V APPLIQUÉ $ 520.00 (*See Author's Note)

Top: Unknown

Shoes: ROCKSTUD M-WAY SINGLE MONK STRAP SHOE IN CALFSKIN AND MATCHING STUDS 50MM $ 1,150.00

Tertiary Look

Coat: DOUBLE-BREASTED WOOL AND CASHMERE COAT WITH EX CHESS ALL-OVER INTARSIA PATTERN $ 8,850.00

Tie: WOOL AND SILK VALENTIE TIE WITH METAL V APPLIQUÉ $ 520.00

Top (assumed): HEAVY COTTON POPLIN LONG SLEEVE SHIRT $ 950.00

Slacks: LANA STRETCH PANTS $ 1,250.00

Shoes: M-WAY ROCKSTUD ANKLE BOOT IN CALFSKIN LEATHER $ 1,550.00

Earrings: VLOGO SIGNATURE METAL EARRINGS $ 1,370.00

Final Look:

Coat: Full Length (Assumed Custom) Jeff Satur Red

Nose Stud: ROCKSTUD METAL NOSE RING $ 190.00

Top: Existence Cannot Be Confirmed

Shorts: LANA STRETCH BERMUDA SHORTS $ 1,250.00

Shoes: ROCKSTUD M-WAY COMBAT BOOT IN CALFSKIN WITH FEATHERS 50MM $ 2,850.00

Author's Notes: (Image from Jeff's Instagram)

The finale red look seems to have at least 2 iterations, the heavier solid piece that may involve a tie (social media) and the lighter almost-chiffon that Jeff got rained on in the MV.

Author's Note: At least one of the Valentie ties in the opening/secondary look appears to have been customized (embroidery) per social media images (Jeff's Insta) rendering it priceless. (He does wear alternate Valentie Ties in appearances that do NOT appear to be embroidered with JS).

Not to be all The Devil Wears Prada about it but:

"Are you wearing the-?"

"The Valentino Feather Boots? Yes, I am."

p.s. hi @markmybirds. love you marmar.

[resin-popia]

THE CONCRETE SLAPPERS GOT SOME SHOES 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

These are MSD oxfords that I painted with leather paint. I had scrap leather for the Double Monk Strap detail. I used jewelry findings and nail art metal pieces for the buckles.

Do NOT sleep on nail art supplies!!!! I'm thrilled with how these came out.

I'm quitting for today and I have three days to make the jacket!!!! Home stretch!

[blmed]

JOHANN'S PERSONAL STYLE. meticulously crafted as a person who has a high-standard upon his imagery, johann possess the desire to be seen as a prominent person without abandoning his personality, thus his choice of attires are well-thought, &. oft carries sentiments from people he loves.

a habit he takes during his adolescence, sometimes johann will grow his hair into medium length because he remembers the compliments he used to receive from his mother or his first love that say they love how he has curly hair on the ends thus oft times he will grow his hair, however he will immediately cut it once it reaches the end of his nape. furthermore, johann starts to outgrow his beard rather than have a clean-face shave because his laughing lines become pronounced &. he starts to fancy how his beard have two-tones colour: black and white. johann takes shower twice in a day, in the morning &. after he returns home from outside and does skincare as anaïs taught him; he still uses the same product as anaïs instructed to keep his skin flawless. apart from that, ever since he begins to wear reading glasses, he keeps two to three glasses around the apartment; clear, brown, &. black frames.

as for his formal attires, he still uses the suits that were given by anaïs because they were associate ambassadors. there are several italian brands such as armani &. zegna for his tuxedos  and  dinner   jackets, with his favorites vary from wool with satin peak lapel to velvet tuxedo. one distinguish appearance that can be seen from the formal attires is that johann will always a necktie, whether it is a formal tie or a bowtie; he rarely uses a necktie in his business endavours however when a special occasion that requires him to wear a tuxedo, he will wear the necktie from the beginning to the end of the occassion. apart from that he uses cufflinks and oxford & monk strap shoes. as for the timepiece, during his formal occassions, he will use a. lange & söhne watches, especially the brown clad leather with rose gold saxonia langematik perpetual &. the navy leather clad with gold triple split watches.

on contrary of his formal attires, business attires are more relaxed however luxury clad within the suits as it is personally chosen than sponsored. half of his suits are brunello cucinell, brioni &. loro piana, with its tendency to have monochrome colours or navy for both suits &. shirts. he doesn't like to wear a necktie for business, unless the client he will meet is a part of the certain high government, however he won't use a necktie for his daily use to go to the office; he will always unbuttoning his collar. he wears his oxfords &. leather loafers &. rotates his iwc schaffhausen watches, depending on his mood whether it is portofino or portugieser.

for casual clothings; his styles are varying from simple modesty to silent luxury. johann can be found wearing a combination of turtlenecks, sweaters, plain shirts &. blazers, leather jackets, coats, &. trousers, or jeans. his colours will always be monochrome: black, grey, white, &. navy, and sometimes dark green or cream can be worn. he will wear scarf as an accessories &. it is colour-coordinate with his top; black or grey or navy scarf. when it is summer, he will wear shirt or polo shirt than turtleneck or sweater. and sometimes he will wear his oxford shoes or sneakers from adidas. he will never been seen wearing sandals or brickenstocks because it is inconvenient for him if drives a motorcycle or a car thus he only keeps slippers around the house. apart from that, he will never been seen wearing flannel shirts because he thinks it's too .. poor.

johann will always carry his leather bag, he prefers the ones that could fit his necessities &. can be carried on his arm than sling it or a brief case. that's because he doesn't want to be seen carry a lot of baggage, whilst he carries a lot of necessities within such as his laptop, tablet, workfiles, books, &. stationary. as for rather casual occasions, jo won't use a bag, or will be used a small pouch bag that merely carries his tablet or note/book. he prefers to keep his wallet or keys on his pockets than in the bag because he fears he will forget if he lose his bag.

in conclusion, johann will always wear expensive attire to establish the imagery he wants to show to the people that he is a man to be respected &. admired, however it is a silent luxury than boastful ones; as if he were established from the beginning of his life, instead of earning the lifestyle he chose. but when he is in casual environment, he won't hesitate to wear jeans &. sneakers because he feels that there's no necessity to show who you are, &. he prefers to be comfortable with his own skin.

he expects others will dress the same; he is very cautious when it comes to women because he likes elegancy within women thus if his date is wearing boastful, colourful, or modern trends clothings, he will be silently judging at the moment, before bringing up to it in personal space. more times he will buy clothes for his partners without essentially ruining their aesthetic or identity, but he will carefully choose the ones that he thinks will look good or in same aesthetic as his because he doesn't want to look stand-out too much, but also be seen as someone who holds his ground.

[archduke-enver-gortash]

hey i just went through the gort and zeke tag (AGAIN) (looking for a template) and. i saw you say gortash forces zeke to wear handpicked outfits, what kind of stuff does he make him wear?

also love love love monk gort it’s so real to me However i have been imagining. gortash wielding a halberd recently. (because halberds are sexy.) and flying around doing vault kicks with that flair that he has.

this is a vault kick btw ⬇️ you can’t tell me that’s not sexy.

(also for future reference is my rambling all in one ask okay or would you rather i send them separately? because now that my Song Rec Obsession has worn off i Will be asking questions)

(first of all ramble asks are completely ok!! send them however you like!)

so, before they met zeke was exclusively wearing a massive stolen trenchcoat and genuinely nothing else, no shoes, etc etc. zeke doesn’t enjoy wearing clothing at all, but he‘s a child prodigy detective and you can’t exactly uhm. do that when accepting clients and pursuing your targets and so on, so, when he does wear stuff, he needs it to be big and spacey and give him lots of breathing room. he also has a lot of sensitivities to certain fabric types and so on.

gortash takes zeke’s favourite coat away at the first chance he gets (keeps it for his horrible trophy collection though.) and since zeke doesn’t really have a stable source of income to buy himself his own clothes thanks to gortash, he’s sort of forced to accept whatever gortash gives him. zeke doesn’t even know how to dress himself before gortash teaches him. to make something horrible and creepy a bit more lighthearted, i’d imagine it’s sort of like forcing a cat into little outfits in the beginning haha. straight up does not know how to function, and while he eventually learns to bear it, it is never comfortable. but that’s exactly gortash’s intent. in fact, i think he enjoys zeke’s discomfort quite a bit. eugh.

what gortash makes him wear doesn’t exactly seem special on first glance, but it’s what’s considered neat and proper by society’s standards. simple dress shirt, pants and shoes, a tie and a leather belt with suspenders is the outfit he most commonly puts zeke in. it is however important to gortash that his ‘work’/the scars he inflicted on zeke are always visible to some degree.

this is really all about is once again that conquest. removing the parts that make zeke zeke and crushing them. have zeke look in the mirror and recognise only ruin. humiliating him, actively hurting him even. picking these fabrics that zeke loathes feeling on his skin. i’d imagine that gortash makes the clothing himself, even. that man knows all his exact measurements. perhaps even sews his initials into every piece. similar to giving him piercings made out of metal & zeke’s own bones. these smaller parts of the conquest are still just as important and divine in that grand scheme of his.

also that vault kick is sick as hell and i am now thinking about it way too much…