#mongolian fur

[forcedfemme-me]

Alla Kostromichova for L'Officiel Ukraine - Dior leather dress, IRFE mongolian lamb jacket

[sushiprincessgame]

Transitional Living Room - Open The living room in this large transitional open concept photograph has white walls, a tile fireplace, a standard fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.

[forthediscerningfew]

Transitional Kids - Teen Example of a small transitional girl's room with blue walls and a dark wood floor.

[smotherstories]

Do you think I look hot?

[basileater]

my babygirls

[toukomatsudaira]

Bedroom in New York

[starmocha]

Relentless Conqueror [Sylus/Reader ★ 1790 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] To be wedded to the strongest warrior in the village was an honor and a blessing. A/N: I saw someone specified that Sylus is dressed as a Mongolian wrestler in the new memory. I am so excited for it, but um…this fic has absolutely nothing to do with that. My mind just swerved completely off-course the moment I saw this man manhandling us again lmao And…yeah…this is based on this post I made earlier. Still in my ✨shameful Sylus posting era✨ 😔

In the wide-open plane of the grassland, everything could be heard for miles all around. Stretched across the vast expanse, one area was occupied by numerous huts making up a small but thriving village.

Within the village, everyone had a role. The elders guided and led the villagers with their years of wisdom. The men were providers, hunters, and warriors while the women sustained the community and reared the children who would one day take over, thus continuing this cycle of life.

You were no exception. It was time for you to take your place among others with the new role you were about to take.

Fortune had smiled down upon you. Hushed whispers wove through the village, going from mouth to mouth, passing loose lips after loose lips, before the news finally reached you.

Sylus had chosen you to be his bride.

To be chosen by the strongest warrior in the village to be his bride was an honor bestowed only on you. He would provide you with a life of comfort and in turn, you were to bear him strong children. Many of the other maidens envied you, wanting to covet your place, to steal him away from you.

However, Sylus was truly the epitome of the ideal warrior: Large, strong, and imposing. He was unyielding on the battlefield, and he was unyielding in his decisions.

Of all the maidens who had crossed his path, only one had managed to ensnare him, to captivate him like no others.

You.

It was a prosperous union witnessed in a lavish ceremony by the entire village, cheered to be blessed by the gods themselves. A true match made in Heaven, many declared, as the wedding ceremony ended and the celebration began.

Arm linked with your new husband, you greeted and thanked the well-wishers, watching with wonders as everyone feasted and drank to your marriage. The merriment started from morning and continuing well into the late night. After nightfall had descended, Sylus led you away from the celebration. No one noticed the absence of the bride and groom, too drunk on alcohol and the festivities to even be aware of their surroundings.

Sylus whisked you away to his quiet hut, far from the music, laughter, and cheers. He towered over you, holding aside the curtain at the entryway to allow you entrance. As you entered, you could see the hut had been prepped for the wedding night.

It was a very comfortable living space, more extravagant than many of the other villagers’ homes. You barely had a moment to fully take in the sight of your new home before Sylus swept you off your feet, cradled in his arms as he carried you to his bed. He laid you down on fur, your beauty illuminated by the lamps within the hut. You could still hear the residual laughter and chatters outside as the rest of the villagers continued in their merriment celebrating this union.

“Pay them no heed,” Sylus ordered, grasping your chin firmly and forcing your sight on him. “Tonight, and for the rest of our lives, you are mine.”

He kissed you roughly, not minding your inexperience. It pleased him that your chasteness meant you were untouched, meant that he would have the sole honor of claiming you.

He disrobed his blushing bride, guiding your nimble hands to his toned body, letting you touched upon his firm muscles, feel the heat from his body. One by one, accessories fell, clinking and clanking on the ground. Then, his own ceremonial garments were discarded, tossed carelessly to the side and leaving him bare and nude, your eyes feasting on the wonderous sight of your new husband.

You swallowed slowly, feeling the gentle flutters of butterflies in your belly. He smirked at your nervousness. One hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You whimpered when he claimed your lips again, his large body overpowering you in seconds. He had you spread beneath him, his own body looming over yours and keeping you trapped under him. He cupped your sex, startling you as his long, slender fingers worked into your folds.

You let out a sharp gasp, fingers finding their way into his hair, and tugging at him nervously.

“Relax,” he ordered, “You’re not ready for me yet.”

He was well-endowed, his size intimidating, and you unconsciously clenched, only realizing when you heard Sylus’ deep chuckle. You blushed crimson, but your embarrassment soon passed the moment you felt Sylus working his fingers in and out of you.

“Ah—” Your hips moved on their own, desperately meeting his thrusts, wanting more, just a bit more. Your toes curled, body tensing up when you felt his thumb brushing against something that was causing you to jolt in pleasure. “M-more…Sylus…please…”

“You like that, sweetie?”

You nodded numbly, your voice coming out breathless. “Yes…please…my husband.”

You didn’t see the way Sylus’ eyes gleamed in satisfaction, didn’t hear his quick intake of breath over your own helpless moans. He smirked.

He seized your mouth again, taking in your startled cries, his fingers slipping in and out of your wet folds faster and faster. “My bride—my wife…” he murmured back, nipping and sucking greedily, “You’re so wet now, sweetie…Do you feel good?”

You sobbed and cried as his fingers curled inside. There was a tightening in your belly. You called out to him, scared. “Sy—Sylus…”

He shushed you gently. “Come for me.”

You clenched around his fingers, your cries filling the room. Sylus’ smirk widened as he watched you come undone by his fingers alone. He kissed your lips, praising you softly as you panted and sobbed. You barely recovered when he withdrew his fingers, his length taking place.

You bucked in surprise, eyes widening. “Sy-Sylus, no…”

“You are ready for me, my bride,” he assured. He pressed forward and you gripped a handful of the fur throw beneath you, your sensitive body feeling suddenly overstimulated by the massive intrusion taking place. Impossibly big, you thought, as your walls stretched around his thick length, taking him in slowly through much pain. He barely comforted you, seemingly enjoying the sight of you gasping and moaning as you were getting stuffed by him. His soft pants grew shallower, his eyes darkened with desire as he watched his beloved new bride taking him in inch by inch.

He praised you over and over once he was fully sheathed inside you, his deep voice comforting you in that moment. “You’re doing so well,” he said, voice thick with desire, “I have chosen the perfect wife.”

You felt a warmth in your belly, his praise filling you with unexpected joy. “Sylus…”

He smirked.

He took you brutally, riding you as rough and hard like his faithful steed. You wept and sobbed as his powerful thrusts reached that euphoric spot that had you writhing and moaning, begging him for more and more of this sweet, agonizing pleasure. You had never known the touch of a man before this night, and from this moment onwards, Sylus made sure you never will. He was going to make sure your body learned that you were his, craved only him, and only satisfied by him.

He was wrecking you, ruining you. You moaned as his large hand covered your flat belly. “You better prepare yourself, my bride,” he husked, “the women in my family only bear large children.”

You trembled, unsure if what you were feeling was fear or otherwise. He slipped his hands under you, groping and grabbing your buttocks and lifting you off the bed, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Immediately, your head lolled to the side, your moans resounded within the private space as you felt him penetrating you deeply, his pacing still unrelenting and unforgiving. This new angle had you calling out to him needily, feeling the second climax approaching fast.

Closer…and closer…and closer—

“Dear gods…” he groaned as you came undone again, your walls squeezing tightly around his cock. He pressed you back into the bed, letting you ride out your high as he chased after his. His hand grasped yours, pressing them deeper into the bedding.

“Gonna fuck my child into you,” he grunted, his hips slapping against yours, “Gonna breed you, have you heavy with my baby in your womb.”

He fondled your breast, massaging it roughly under his calloused hand. His mouth was close to yours, his hot, humid breath fanned over your lips. “Gonna have you swell, gonna have you bear me sons and daughters over and over again…”

Your legs locked around his waist, pulling him in closer to his surprise. He smirked. His hand reached out to brush your hair out of your sweat-slicked face. He leaned in closer, kissing you briefly, and then he asked, “Did you like the sound of that, my bride? Do you like what I am saying? Do you like knowing this is your role from now on? To bear my children over and over again?”

“Y—” you bit down on your bottom lip, embarrassed.

“Say it,” he demanded, thrusting in harder, eliciting more of your sweet cries.

He held you close and you sobbed into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck as you felt him still pounding into your pussy. “Yes…Yes…!” you cried out, clinging to him, “I want your baby…I want to have all of your babies, Sylus!”

“Fuck’s sake…” His eyes squeezed shut, feeling you come again already. This time, he also felt his own climax, felt himself pumping hot into you. He groaned again, “Take every last drop, sweetie.”

You felt so impossibly full, his seed flooding your womb. There was not a doubt in your head that this union wouldn’t be fruitful. You were going to carry his baby, bear him large, strong sons—future warriors to carry on his legacy.

“My bride, my beautiful bride,” he murmured, lavishing you in his sweet kisses as he pulled out. He gazed down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and doe eyes staring back at him. He hummed softly, his lips finding yours again, his large hand interlocking with yours.

“Mine.”

Beyond the hut, the celebration continued. Laughter and singing continued well into the late night, but within this hut, there was only the labored breathing, desperate gasps and pleased moans filling the space for hours on end. Time seemed to have slowed down, the world quieting.

He took you, claimed you over and over again. Your body was his, and his was yours. From this day and onwards, in this life and all of the lifetimes to come, you were his bride, the only one capable of stealing the heart of the feared conqueror of the grassland.

[atlaculture]

Hello! hope I'm not causing too much trouble. But I noticed an interesting looking background character in the northern water tribe fight scene between Paku and Katara

I just really love the hood and tassel(?) attached. seems a little too specific to just be a made up design. wondering if you have any theories about its possible inspiration.

and if not! well, its still a pretty hood either way.

The hood is actually a Mongolian-style hat:

https://www.tumblr.com/atlaculture/676837597185736704/cultural-anatomy-northern-water-tribe-hats?source=share

The tassel is actually a Korean good luck charm called a nori-gae crossed with a Korean ribbon called a daenggi:

https://www.tumblr.com/atlaculture/709365697563754496/cultural-fashion-northern-water-tribe-accessories?source=share

Here's some links, if you're interested in rocking the look in real life:

Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^

https://ko-fi.com/atlaculture

[lucky-stick]

🏞️🐾🦴wolf study 🪵🌲🥩

hello creechers im a wolf otherlink (or idk yet rlly) so i've compiled like everything about wolves and i might add to it sometimes but heres the contents:

basic (size, diet, status ect)

species and subspecies

pack anatomy

communication

-vocal, body, facial, scent,

-submissive behaviour

-playing

fandom facts

basic information 🥩

scientific name: canis lupus

lifespan: 13 years (wild)

diet: carnivorous -

size: 80-85cm 30-80kg

conservation status: least concern

species and subspecies 🍖

its a big debate on how many species of wolf there are in the wolf but the 2 main ones are the grey and red wolf then all the subspecies evolved in different way based on their habitat but they all descended from grey and red wolves

subspecies: (38) WIP 🚧

arctic: usually all white with black nose and ears

Eurasian: a brown-red colour

eastern: a darker coloured wolf

northwestern: a grey wolf with more black

northern rocky mountains: more pale fur

Indian: brown-grey

Mexican: browny-black

great plains: light grey

British Columbia: all black

Vancouver sea: light grey on top black on the side

Italian: dark brown

Arabian: dark brown and black

canis lupus dingo: light brown

Iberian: darker not a lot of white

interior alaskan: mostly black with some white

alexander archipelago: all black

tundra: mostly white with a bit of black on top

texas: coyote colours

alaskan tundra: all white

Manitoba: dark grey

labrador: dark grey to mostly white

baffin island: mostly white

Greenland: all white

Mackenzie: white-yellowish

mongolian: light brown light grey

steppe: coyote colours

new guinea singing dog: red-brown

Egyptian: jackal colours (blueish)

tibetan: light brown to whiter

Austro-Hungarian: very dark grey

extinct subspecies

Hokkaido: all grey

Japanese: they are patterned

mogollon mountain:

Florida black: all black

kenai peninsula: dark grey

Newfoundland:

cascade mountain:

gregorys:

sicilian:

canis lupus youngi:

bernards:

pack anatomy 🌲

packs can consist of 6-20 members though the average is thought to be around 10

there is usually 2 main wolves, sometimes known as alphas but that terms outdated, these are usually the main parents and give birth to most of the pack

a litter usually consists of 4-6 pups and they are all born blind and vulnerable and they usually stay in the den and with their mother for about 2 years

older siblings have been known to look after younger siblings if needed

the packs social bond is very strong and have fierce devotion to their pack. they have been known to mourn loss, which is what a lone howl usually is, they have also been seen to sacrifice themselves for their pack

(WIP) 🚧

communication 🦴

vocalisation:

every pack as its own unique howl to distinguish different packs and if they are on someone else's territory

a defensive howl is to keep the pack together and keep predators out of their territory

a social howl is to locate one another

barking, though rare, is used as a warning for example a mother wolf may bark of she senses danger around her pups

whimpering and whining can indicate a "i give up/in"

growling is also used as a warning but for more dominance like protecting their territory

body language and posture:

a wolf interacting with it pack can say lots about the status of the wolf and the pack

less dominant wolves usually crouch to make themselves look more smaller

they also lick the muzzles of more dominant wolves

slinking is another "i give in" and is a more submissive behaviour and is show in fights and disagreements with the pack

dominant wolves usually have a more confident upright posture to show said dominance

they also rest their head on submissive wolves neck or back

facial expressions:

when angry their ears stick upright and they bear their teeth for example when two wolves have a disagreement they will show this and growl

when suspicious they squint their eyes and put their ears back

when in fear they flatten their ears

when they want to play they display the play bow and dance around

as a warning they will curl the end of their lips displaying a bit of teeth

when relaxed their eyes are just on their sides

tail position:

tail tucking is a sign of being in fear and submission

a more dominant tail position is sticking it out and slightly upward

a neutral tail position is wagging

scent marking

they mark their territory with pheromones

these pheromones come out from glands on the toes, tail, eyes, skin and genitalia

they mark territory with urine and scat (i will not be doing this)

they have also been known to mark food

submission:

there are 2 types of submission: active and passive

active submission: is where a wolf shows signs of inferiority like tail tucking, muzzle licking and crouching (pups do this with adults)

passive submission: passive submissions is when a wolf lays on its back or side displaying the stomach or chest which is a vulnerable part of the body because it contains vital organs it is show to more dominant wolves when they get into a disagreement the less dominant one usually gives up and shows passive submission to show the others authority

playing:

they are known to get zoomies like how domestic dogs do

some games they play include: chase, tug of war or jaw sparring

jaw sparring is when two wolves will rear up on their hind legs and use their front paws and jaws

a range of vocals come out when playing this this fortifies bonds and status and shows physical skills

a more casual version of this is then laying down

facts + misconceptions 🌕

they have 42 teeth

they have 4 toes with claws and run on their toes not their pads

despite running on their toes they can run at 16-38 miles per hour

they can swim up to 8 miles

they have 200 million scent cells

they can eat 20 pounds of meat in one meal

they don't howl at the moon that was a myth people thought because of werewolves their howls are actually just more clear at night because there is usually less wind and other sound

alpha, beta, omega ect roles don't actually exist there is just more dominant wolves and less dominant wolves the alpha is usually just the parent but there is a social hierarchy in packs

wolves don't hibernate at all so they can be seen all year around

the biggest pack ever consisted of 400 wolves which was found in the outskirts of the woods in russia (i made a post abt then when i got 400 followers)

wolves have their own unique personality

northern rocky mountain wolves are one of the biggest subspecies

this is my pack so far :3 ✨ idk why im adding this i rlly like wolps at the minute and im going to get more ^^

[waterfire1848]

Agreed.

Canon clothes and dragon seem to go together. I can’t explain it they just fit more so than furs would for a dragon au. I do have to say though that Ursa with big furs and a bear is a really cool image.

Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Thinking… I wanna sketch out a Brave au for Ursa and Azula

Bears or dragons? Big furs or canon clothes?

[digitalagepulao]

Expedition Pilgrims

Sha Wujing (435cm): His outfit is mostly inspired by Mongolian clothes since he's found in the Gobi desert stretch of the journey. His bangles are made of fossil bone, and he can use the waist cloth as a headwrap during adverse weather. His markings are inspired by African Lungfish and Mudfish fins, as they are species that exist somewhere between water and dry air. The beasts on his knees are an extension of him, and he can see and speak through them as needed. His beard and long hair can have Ghibli physics depending on his mood and emotions. Zhu Wuneng (~300cm): Inspired by Northern Tibetan clothes, as that's the region the group recruits him. Traditional clothes tend to have way more accessories and golden details so I had to simplify a bit. His features are a mix of wild boars and Indonesian babirusa, with the iconic bristles on his head. I leaned on ceremonial Tibetan swords and necklace beads for the decorations on his rake. His vest can be closed, he just prefers not to most of the time. Sun Wukong (125cm): I've already commented on his design over here, but I'll elaborate that the yellow shirt is the one he gained from Tripitaka soon after he was released, while the pants and red half-robe were the garments he was given by Guan Yin. The hoops on his feet and purple beads were reacquired back in Huaguoshan when he first fled the pilgrimage, heading to his family instead of Ao Guang's palace. (A-ma and Jinju gave them to him so he'll always have something to home to remember them by, as well as where he first started, as the beads were gained during his lessons with Subodhi.) Tripitaka (163cm): This is but one of his many outfits since travel can be rough on clothes, and even more so when you get kidnapped by demons and thrown off your horse all the time. He wears the usual orange monk robes, with some kind of travel clothes over them. He gains some fur boots from Boquin for cold weather but usually prefers sandals most of the time. He seldom uses the cassock and crown he received from Guan Yin, save for when he pays respects to temples and holy sites, but the staff is a constant companion. Ao Lie (167cm, 130cm at the shoulder as horse): Being effectively in exile until the journey is complete, he wears less fancy clothes than he usually would as a prince, but his status still shows. I tried to balance more casual hanfu of the era with some armor parts, like the waist guard and armored boots. He was given the skill to shapeshift into a horse by Guan Yin when she commanded him to wait for the chosen pilgrim monk, so he can shift at will, but preferably when the tack has been taken off. Speaking of, tack is lost and replaced multiple times during the journey, so I didn't depict any specific one.

my Expedition AU designs and heights for the five lads, ive spent so much time on this its not even funny lololol but hey it's done!! i'm free!!

[smotherstories]

Meeting for dessert at the office before dinner.

[ap-kinda-lit]

Saiyan headcanons

Saiyans love hot baths. The kind of temperatures they best enjoy would be boiling to most people but to them is a perfect sauna.

They often take very personal trophies from their victories, like heads, limbs, or skin.

When a Saiyan is banished/exiled, they have their tails cut off as a mark of shame.

Some traditional Saiyan dishes do include bugs.

Before the Cold Empire’s conquest, Saiyan architecture was similar to that of the Aztecs/Mayans and India. You can also see it in the style of their artwork.

They also didn’t use armor much as they didn’t consider it necessary, but when they did the armor they wore included leather, metals, and furs. Common Saiyan armor was styled like the Vikings, while the armor used by the elite were more like the Mongolians.

Like in a lot of species, female Saiyans are not only just as strong as their male counterparts but can even be more dangerous. Females are more agile, methodical, strategic, and better at stealth. Like lionesses, they are capable of both attacking and defending. While female Saiyans are the primary caretakers of children and homesteads, this is because they are seen as reliable and highly capable at leading and protecting. If an army tried to attack a Saiyan camp because it was only wives and mothers, it would be the worst mistake.

Most Saiyans do not know what a “husband/wife” or “boyfriend/girlfriend” is or even what marriage means. They have mates and while there is courting involved it still basically goes if two people like each other a certain way they hook up, move in, and, more often than not, produce children. That’s it. Plain and simple. There are no certain terms, ceremonies, or pageantry.

Surprisingly, Saiyans are normally very loyal partners. They are monogamous and they more often than not mate for life.

A lot of Saiyans actually care about their children and can be super protective of them. As in, think of a mama bear or papa lion on PCP. Don’t mess with their kids.

They also carry them on their bodies, mostly their backs, not much different from how regular monkeys and apes do with their babies.

And when they’re not carried, Saiyan children hold on to their parent’s tail, kind of like with elephants.

Traditional Saiyan music kind of sounds like rock music and their dancing is the same as mosh pitting.

Yes, they hiss like cats. Why wouldn’t they?

Their battle cries sound like gorilla grunts and monkey howls and they bang on their chests like them.

Saiyans are fairly casual about nudity. They have mixed bath-houses and don’t have much problem with walking around naked before or after a bath or being injured. They even consider fighting nude and act of bravery and strength.

Saiyans have a very high tolerance for narcotics and alcohol. It takes quite a bit to make them intoxicated. Which is why their alcohol is extremely strong to the point it could give a man alcohol poisoning in little to no time.

While they prefer meat, they’re omnivores above all. They can eat just about anything. I mean anything. They have super strong stomachs that can store/digest anything. Like sharks, they’ll eat the most unusual things from time to time. If you cut open a Saiyan’s belly, you wouldn’t believe some of the stuff you would find in there, like a lost and found.

A Saiyan’s way of showing affection to their SO or relatives normally includes sharing food, bringing them presents from their hunts and other adventures, and grooming (namely picking out debris or whatnot from their hair). With their mates, they tend to bite (think of like with cats).

Speaking of which, Saiyans are very fierce in the bedroom as they are in the battlefield. Because of this, along with their brute strength and expansive energy, physical intimacy with a Saiyan can be tantamount to wrestling a bear or lion. You will most likely die or at least be seriously injured.

Saiyans have matches that are a lot like flyting, or rap battles. Essentially, they roast each other in rhythmic style. In Saiyan matches, expect some mother/father jokes and unflattering references to Frieza or King Cold.

[om-nom-berries]

It's cold here and also officially winter, so I spent some time imagining what it would have been like for the Gerudo in Ganondorf's time to move into the colder regions of Gerudo, like the highlands.

Also a great chance to work on my scene layout and colouring skills (and horses lol)

I imagined Ganondorf on regular tours of the highlands, if only to assert Gerudo (and his) sovereignty over the area (if that was the case back then). That's what these first two images depict.

I had this idea they would go up to a cavern and maybe there's an old shrine (even by their standard) and they go in and worship or something?

I then also had to imagine Gerudo winter clothes. I've seen some fan takes on them and everyone has such great ideas. I went with Tibetian and Mongolian traditional elements, balancing out with the actual designs present in the characters already. Furs and animal skins.

This amounts to less bling for Ganondorf but not a complete absence (never seen the man without it).

These are pen sketches I took a photo of and coloured digitally btw

I have some other ideas along this line but I have to get ready for holidays with family so hopefully will add to this post later when I have more material.

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 41, vol. 18, 11 octobre 1896, Paris. Créations des Grands Magasins de ta Place Clichy, à Paris. Modèles exclusifs. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Vêtement de genre, en drap mélangé, doublé soie; application d'une large baguette tournant autour du vêtement et du capuchon. Cette baguette est unie p'faire apposition; il se fait en bleu capote, en mélangé beige et noir.

Vêtement de genre, in mixed cloth, lined with silk; application of a large baguette turning around the garment and the hood. This baguette is plain for affixing; it is made in hood blue, in mixed beige and black.

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Paletot sac, en velours du nord doublé soie; orné d'un boléro passementerie faisant broderie, grand col bordé de Mongolienne et pans de ruban.

Bag coat, in northern velvet lined with silk; decorated with a bolero trimmings making embroidery, large collar edged with Mongolian and ribbon panels.

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Cape en pluche sileshine doublée soie ouatée, haute fourrure de chinchilla de chine taillée au patron faisant le col et la garniture.

Plush sileshine cape lined with wadded silk, high Chinese chinchilla fur cut to the pattern making the collar and trim.

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Vêtement de fillette, en drap cuir pure laine qualité extra, dos et devant à gros plis montés sur un empiècement taillé à pointes, grand col de chinchilla d'Asiepouvant se rouler; la taille de 5 ans.

Little girl's clothing, in extra quality pure wool leather cloth, back and front with large pleats mounted on a yoke cut with points, large Asian chinchilla collar that can be rolled up; size 5 years.

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Costume tailleur, drap cheviotte, jupe à godets avec tablier orné de soutache et boutons denacre petit gilet d'homme jolie veste ajustée avec col et parements de velours, même ornement devant qu'au tablier.

Tailored suit, cheviotte cloth, gored skirt with apron decorated with soutache and mother-of-pearl buttons, small men's waistcoat, pretty fitted jacket with velvet collar and facings, same decoration on the front as on the apron.

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Joli costume drap satin, jupe nouvelle avec pli chaque côté du tablier garni pattes velours, paletot droit, plis dos et devant, col velours à créneaux, pattes, parements velours doublé de polonaise.

Pretty satin cloth suit, new skirt with pleats on each side of the apron trimmed with velvet tabs, straight overcoat, pleats on the back and front, velvet collar with crenellations, tabs, velvet facings lined with polonaise.

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Vêtement riche en velours du nord doublé soie ouatée avec bretelle de jais, revers devant, ornés de même jais, choux de ruban et pans devant.

Vêtement riche in northern velvet lined with quilted silk with jet strap, front lapels, decorated with the same jet, ribbon cabbages and front panels.

[starsofarda]

Silm Fashion - Part 9/? - Amrod & Amras

Yeah, I considered separating the Ambarussar, but I felt like I should not do that.

Also, I know that @peasant-player kindly offered some help due to the actual impossible mission of finding photos of redheads that are not AI (see Maedhros), but girl, my beloved friend, you already have like 15 projects ongoing and it's Christmas, I am NOT giving you more work!

That said, I am probably NOT going to find ANY piture with redheads for the kind of fashions I have in mind for A&A, so I am gonna ask you all to PLEASE imagine and envision the pictures having redheads, ok?

With this out of the way let's start! Under cut!

So, I have the feeling that everyone looked at A&A and collectively decided that they were going to be those cutesy twins who dress the same and talk in tandem with each other - much to the parents' horror. The amount of gift clothes both Feanor and Nerdanel had to modify/return so that a) they could distinguish them and b) they would keep their personalities different was uncountable. The twins had to wear their brothers' hand-me-downs for a while, until both Feanor and Nerdanel had finished modifying/returning ALL of their wardrobes.

In any case, even wih the hand-me-downs, they would style those clothes quite differently - figure Maglor's beautifully embroidered dupattas paired with Celegorm's white shirts and Caranthir's hakamas for one, whilst the other had Maedhros' viking trousers paired with Curufin's jianghu-style shirt.

I am sorry, but I will not be finding any mash-up like that on any picture 😓😭

The "fashion disaster mash up of hand-me-downs" will keep going until they both are in ME and they settle down with the Green Elves (if I remember correctly, poor lads get mentioned a total of 5-6 times in the entire Silm). They need to blend a little bit more, but that doesn't mean that they forsake their heritage. They go for different roads in fashion, because Fea and Nerdie made damn sure that each one of their children had a completely different personalities. A&A included.

So for Amrod I am drawing from Mongolian fashion: furs, silks, flowy/geometric patterns (pls pretend that the guys in the pics have red hair). There's a lot of beading going on and bandanas (no fancy headpieces for him). Feanorian red is there, always. Never forget that he is Feanor's son.

For Amras I am picking from Saami culture (also pls pretend that the two look like redheaded twins). For him there is a lot of Feanorian red going on and also a lot of navy (he adores Maglor's navy outfits in ME). There is of course a lot of beading and also a lot of wool, rather than fur.

(Sorry, I can't seem to find decent pictures, I wish I had the references the animators for "Klaus" used ç_ç)

Anyway, this is my take, last ones of the Feanorians are done, next ones are the Nolofinweans!