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[crypticspacecat]

Prisoner Chapter I (Yan!Dr.KujoxBlack!Femreader)

Ngl, I'm not too sure how many chapters I want this to be lol. But I hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

TW: Mentions of self-harm, disordered eating, and emotional abuse. A lot of mental illness-related things. It can be a little heavy ngl

Patient #32

Name: (F/N) (L/N)

Age: 23

Sex: F

Race: African American

Height: (Y/H)

Weight (Y/W)

Diagnosis: Major Depressive Disorder, Anxiety, Anorexia Nervosa

Assigned Psychiatrist: Dr. Jotaro Kujo

This isn't your first time at the rodeo walking down the hall. Since you were only 12 years of age, you were in and out of hospitals, fed pills daily. Appointment after appointment caused significant numbness, giving up all hope of living normally. However, this is a new doctor since your former doctor recently retired. Your curiosity peaks, wondering if this doctor will be any different from others you had to deal with. Hesitantly, you walk into the office to meet the new doctor. Inside, you see a man no older than 40. His uniform is quite different from other doctors, with his long purple coat, hat, and snakeskin pants making him stand out even more. Reading random papers on his desk, he finally looks up, acknowledging you.

"Ah, you must be (Y/N). Please, sit down." He says, gesturing to the two desk chairs. You sit down, trying to read this new doctor. His expression is unreadable, and his tall stature is almost intimidating. He sets the papers aside to give you his undivided attention.

"Well Ms.(L/N), it looks like you recently went through some trauma with a former romantic partner that caused you to self-harm. I know the change was sudden with the switching of doctors, and I apologize for that. I looked at the notes from your previous doctor and current therapist. Would you like to elaborate more on that situation?" He inquired, gazing right into your soul. Your heart almost stops, not wanting to relive your time with your abuser. You look down on the floor, lips glued shut.

"(Y/N), I can't help you if you don't tell me anything." He says, softening his tone. With your eyes still darting to the floor, you give a whispered 'ok..'.

"My ex was really controlling. They would isolate me from my friends cause they didn't like them, and they would get mad at me for posting "sexy" pictures on Instagram. It wasn't like a thirst trap; I would be wearing shorts or just a simple crop top. It didn't stop them from going off on me and ghosting me for about a week. I couldn't drink if they weren't there. I had to dress more modestly to keep them happy. They would even control what I eat and wanted me to be as small as possible. Whenever I would call them out, I would just be gaslighted repeatedly until I just started doing whatever they said and staying docile. Only for them to dump me cause my illness was "too much." Of course, that was a lie since I saw them with another girl on Facebook. I had a mild breakdown and started cutting myself. I'm not a danger to myself. I just had a moment."

"According to your history, you've had a lot of these moments."

"But this time-"

"As your doctor, I don't feel comfortable sending you home." You feel the blood pumping in your veins, not wanting to go to that damn hospital again. 

"Especially since you live alone with easy access to sharp items and medications." Dr. Kujo continues sternness coating his voice, making you sink into your seat.

"I know they usually send you over to St. Mary, but I personally don't care for that hospital. I'll be sending you to my private hospital, Speedwagon Psychiatric Hospital. The staff there has a lot more experience with patients and are a lot more professional to deal with." He explains, starting to dial the phone.

"Hi, this is Dr. Kujo. I'm requesting medical transportation for my patient for a transfer to Speedwagon Psychiatric Hospital. The patient in question is (Y/N) (L/N). Ok, sounds good. Goodbye." He said before hanging up the phone. He then turns to you, now your eyes connected with his.

"Transportation will be here in 15 minutes. For now, it's best if you stay here." He said. Dr. Kujo then gets up and walks over to you, mildly confusing you. Almost in a millisecond, you feel a calloused hand rub your shoulder. You freeze in fear, unsure how to react.

"I have a daughter around your age. When her mother and I divorced, it was really hard on her. She started acting out and getting into legal trouble. I tried to get her the help she needed, but I've dealt with so many unprofessional doctors and therapists I decided to open up a hospital with her in mind. A lot of these hospitals only care about profit, and it's sickening. I promise you, you'll get the adequate help you need." He said. You look into his turquoise eyes, feeling touched by his statement. He then slightly caresses your cheek before returning to his desk with a slight smile. You can't precisely process the action; not sure what to say.

'Maybe he was just in the moment.' You thought to yourself, brushing off the interaction. Looking out of the office window, you hope to the universe that he is serious about helping you.                        

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[greyeyedmonster-18]

ootd (chaotic work + travel edition):

monochromatic queen (or mid-2000s queen, depending on how you look at it)

High waisted rust colored retro pants (my favorite pants that I own)

rust colored cozy sweater

keds + spooky Halloween socks, just in case pre-check goes disastrously at the airport

when your hair is this thick/long, all roads lead to a ponytail (but it’s a loose one today)

two swipes of mascara

did this inspire my ootd? maybe.

i do love a monochrome moment, and i LOVE rust with the red hair. so so so so much.

spooky socks, work it out. i see your loose pony. en pointe as usually, bestie andie.

i see you and i offer you mine:

-basic light beige high neck top (a bit oversized)

-slightly darker beige skinny ankle length trousers

-beige/brown/black snakeskin booties (i don't wear these often and i really should)

-jewelry is at home today, not a single drop, i am naked, exposed, bare, ask me anything, I'll confess my sins. 10/10 vulnerability, brene brown is going to show up any moment.

-i use all moss/olive tones on my eyes today. nude lippie. PINK mask. (i feel like that's important. i have pink masks in BULK)

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[crazyblondelife]

Ralph Lauren Meets Cary Bradshaw

The weather in North Carolina has been absolutely beautiful! It’s colder than usual and we’ve had some rain so the leaves are really starting to turn! The beautiful weather and a pair of fabulous shoes inspired inspired me to create this Ralph Lauren meets Carrie Bradshaw look!

You simply cannot think of classic Americana style without Ralph Lauren coming to mind and Carrie Bradshaw has been New York’s on screen It girl for quite some time! I’ve always been inspired by her interesting and unique style! A Carrie Bradshaw inspired outfit may not exactly be timeless or classic (as with Ralph Lauren), but what they do have in common is is the kind of personal style that transcends its time and is very recognizable.

The story of how this look came together…

I was recently gifted this fabulous pair of shoes from Moon D’Elle and when they came, I had no idea how I was going to style them! I went into my closet and held them up to different blouses and blazers until I found this blazer from Boston Proper (last season) that had the exact same blue. The white blouse is from Cabi and it has a definite Ralph Lauren vibe that is perfect under the blazer. The pants are also a perfect match to the blazer and shoes as is the bag! I should shop my closet more often, because when I take time to really look at what I have, I always love what comes together!

The key to mixing patterns and textures is to stay within the same color palette and tone. The thing that makes pattern mixing work is pairing two patterns together with similar colors. Along with that, match tones when pattern mixing and add a solid color to bring it all together. Mixing bold patterns like leopard or snakeskin and plaid may seem like a fashion faux pas, but it’s a bold fashion move to select two prints that don’t share any commonalities. Anchor the look with a neutral item, like the solid pant I’m wearing here.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this post! Be sure to check out the fabulous Moon D’Elle collection for beautiful and unusual shoes!

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[clancystallings04]

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[pattersonellison92]

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[floresblackburn1]

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[streetofstyle]

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[inspirationholics]

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[nanivinsmoke]

6taro x afab reader smut? :) maybe he’s her sugar daddy idk that’s up to you!

oooo i got to write some dilftaro smut, thank you! i went with the sugar daddy idea! excuse all errors

Warning — contains a lot of nsfw content and vulgar language. minors dni (18+)

Spoil me, Daddy! — 6taro x afab reader (18+)

His turquoise green eyes trailed up her curvy figure as he watched her look at herself in the mirror, trying on the slutty bikini she picked out. He sucked his teeth and tipped his purple hat low, he knew what she was doing, and boy was it working. “Daddy, do you think this is too small on me?” The woman asked, stating the obvious.

“Good grief. You know it is, bitch” Y/N smirked, she knew deep down that he was loving every single second of her being in this tiny bikini. She saw him reposition his pants, indicating his growing. She leaned down and toyed with his belt, “If you needed me to take care of this, just ask” She licked her plump lips and pulled the belt apart and pulled down his pants. But before she could see it spring to life, Star Platinum’s hand grabbed her by the waist and nearly shoved her on Jotaro’s lap.

“Baby—‘Shut up! You little slut’” His words nearly made her cream, she loved this side of him. “You need to be taught a lesson, and you better not scream or they’ll catch us” He hinted at the employees in this store.

Before she could even thinking about responding, she felt a stinging sensation on her cheeks. The older man continued to spank her, making her cheeks turn red; almost forming welps, before he pulled the silver bikini aside. “Wait daddy! I have to take this off, before we ruin it!”

“Fuck it. I’ll buy you it and ten more” He replied, before nearly shoving two of his fingers into her mouth letting her soak them with her own saliva, before he removed them and put it in her dripping wet cunt. She wanted to let out a loud moan, but she didn’t want to get caught; however getting caught would be exhilarating.

A light bulb went off in her head and she smirked, she wanted to see who would get them caught first. While the toned man played with her dripping wet pussy, she pulled his dick out and got to work.

Her warm mouth met his hard cock, making the man stiffen. She smirked and winked at him, before continuing to make a mess on his thick dick. “I see you need to be taught a lesson” He said in between smacks, using his free hand to spank her ass some more. He brought out star platinum again, letting the stand’s thick fingers rub over her other hole; before pushing it in slowly, earning a moan from her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she continued to gag on his dick.

“Is everything all right in here” A woman’s voice could be heard outside of the dressing room. Jotaro and Star continued to finger fuck her while she pulled his dick out of her mouth so she could speak. But, he made it hard for her. “Y-yes. I’m—oh fuck don’t stop—just having some t-trouble putting on the last outfit” The woman outside was a little confused on what she heard, but shrugged it off and went back to work. “Naughty bitch” Jotaro quickened his pace, coating his fingers with her now creamy juices, while Y/N enjoyed the pleasure.

“Daddy, please stop teasing me and fuck this slutty pussy of mine” She begged, turning her head looking at those green eyes that had darkened. He said nothing, but he motioned for her to get on top and ride him. Hovering over him, she pulled the silver bikini bottom more to the side, angling him at her entrance; before sliding down over it. “Fuck. You’re so tight, baby” He moaned at the tightness, making her clench around his throbbing dick, which made him go even harder.

She couldn’t hold back anymore, the way he was pounding her so fast & rough, she need to scream. “OH MY GOD! im gonna cum!” Her voice was loud and lewd, sending him over the edge. “You gonna cum all over my dick? You little slut, I know you’re getting off on the thought of being caught. Dirty bitch!” He grunted loudly, as his balls clapped against her sopping wet cunt.

The employee came back, knocking on the dressing room, “Are you okay in there?.” Y/N’s mouth opened to say something, but Jotaro’s pounding prevented her from doing so. “Tell her that you’re done and will be coming out in a few. Do it!” He growled in her ear, pushing his middle finger in her ass, while sending another smack to it. She let out a soft moan as she tried to collect her thoughts, but the familiar feeling she loved so goddamned much was rising fast in the pit of her stomach.

“Miss, do you need any help?” The woman asked again, knocking even louder.

“Cum all over this dick while you talk to her” He let out, speeding up his movements making her orgasm come even faster. She clawed at his back before she responded to the woman. “I’M CUMMING!” The slutty woman let out as Jotaro’s dick rubbed against her spot, making her orgasm. Jotaro grunted, letting out his thick load inside her. He quickly pulled out of her, letting his semen flow out of her, and onto the bikini bottom after he moved it over her pussy.

Pushing the dazed woman aside, the older man pulled up his snakeskin pants, and tucked in his white star shirt, before he clasped his belt back together. “You better get up and out of here, so I can buy you those bikinis, slut” Jotaro said before walking out of the dressing room, passing the confused employee on the way out.

this makes me want to do a part two on how they met, hope you liked it!

#6taro #afab #jotaro x reader #jotaro smut #jojo smut #jjba smut #jjba x reader #jjba part 6 #jjba imagines #jotaro kujo #not safe fw #minors shoo #submission

[absynthe--minded]

highlights of Calaquendi fashion in the late Years of the Trees

Noldorin:

capes, trains, and faux-capes as a signifier of marriage in níssi

bare shoulders with close-fitting sleeves OR dramatic shoulders integrating gems/metal/etc

long robes and gowns with A-line or column silhouettes and subtly full skirts

jewel tones, darker but vibrant colors

cloth-of-gold

three or four or five complementary colors in a single look

leggings under split skirts decorated with ribbon or subtle embroidery as a common casual outfit

clear divide between robes/dresses and pants - this isn’t gendered but there are two distinct “styles” most people choose from

leather made from game or from cattle

jewelry everywhere - rings, hairpieces, armlets, etc

hair usually kept loose, or braided

Telerin:

draped and pinned tunics, robes, and gowns

sandals in place of flat-soled shoes, slippers, or any boots

pearls and artificially crafted sea glass

silver over gold

lots of light layers that can easily be stripped off due to the temperature fluctuations on the coast that come with the day/night cycle

far less jewelry than the Noldor

no elves have a nudity taboo but Teleri have a much higher social acceptability for sparse clothing at formal events

feathers (swans for nobility, other seabirds for everyone else)

One-shoulder gowns held together by heavy brooches

cooler, softer colors rather than jewel tones

snakeskin and reptile leather

fish scale jewelry

pleated skirts, sleeves, and robes

beadwork and scalework at the hems of robes and shawls

less adornment overall than their mainland kin but the intricate layers and knots and pins have a very distinctive aesthetic

hair usually kept up in complicated buns or knots

no divide between skirts and pants - everyone is in draped or pinned robes and skirts

quite a lot of “Telerin fashion” is actually Telerin-made clothing intended for Noldorin or Vanyarin use and using mainland sensibilities - the Teleri know they live in a tourist destination and make textiles and jewelry to sell or give away to friends (Anairë’s hairpiece and gown in Ignition were gifts from Eärwen but fit into this category)

Vanyarin:

thin, pale robes adorned with silver or gold belts or shoulder pieces

split sleeves and skirts showing off less skin than the Teleri but more than the Noldor

the fabric they use is crafted by them and seems white at first glance but will turn different colors depending upon the light that strikes it

it’s very uncommon for any Vanya to wear something that isn’t made from this cloth; if they’re doing it they mean to make a statement or they’re at a costume party or masquerade ball

jewelry can run in all manner of colors and is primarily resin or lacquer rather than metal, in contrast to the accents on their robes

animal motifs, particularly eagles and other inland birds

bright bands of ribbon or embroidery bordering the splits in sleeve or skirt

ornamental buttons made of polished gems

hair ornamentation, either with gemstones, resin hairpieces, or gold or silver wire

hair always kept loose, with braids used as ornamentation rather than to tie it back or secure it

#absynthe's headcanons #tolkien

[jostepherjoestar]

After seeing tha La Squadra ask with the yakuza games I was wondering how the group would react if the yakuza La Squadra member had a few of their old yakuza friends visit Italy and their the characters from the yakuza games (let’s just say it’s in the same universe)

🐉 Former Yakuza La Squadra member gets a visit from Kiryu & Majima🐉 (multiple asks in one) (2,1k)

sfw // gn reader (reader is the former yakuza member)

After discovering Majima and Kiryu shared a mutual friend that had moved to Italy and joined a gang there, they were curious to know how they were faring, deciding on a whim to pay them a visit. Their old pal had left quite the impression on the two men back when they were part of the yakuza.

Set in an AU where the Yakuza in-game happenings and JJBA events take place in the same universe, the game does not exist, it’s just real life for the characters and La Squadra’s newest recruit that used to be in the Yakuza happened to be friends with Kiryu and Majima back in the day.

(Btw my interpretation of Majima when he’s alone with Kiryu is that he mostly drops his act and since he’s in a new country he is a little more timid towards strangers, don’t get me wrong, he will still start shit but maybe not as quick.)

It was a bright and sunny day, the sweet spring wind still holding some winter chill as it blew through your hair. You were sat on the bench across from the safe house, arms spread wide on the backrest, cigarette dangling on your lips while you basked in the warmth of sunshine. You quite enjoyed sitting like this, making it an uninviting scene for passersby or your teammates, not wanting anyone near you so you could relax in peace. Of course still on guard, never truly letting it down, there’s enough people out there that have a bone to pick with Passione, especially your division. You took another long drag of the cigarette, the overwhelming smoke entering your lungs like ashy clouds. But as you heard some rustling you reached over to grab the smoking bud and pressed it into the ground with your foot. There was something suspicious going on, you felt like you were being watched. You casually peered through half closed eyes at the building in front of you, no one had been staring through the windows. No, it felt like it came from a different direction. Lazily you stood up, stretching your core, twisting your middle from side to side while letting your arms get some movement, readying your body for possible combat. As you turned, you saw a trashcan wiggle in your peripheral. The movements looked very unusual, was there a cat stuck in it? But the can was placed so precisely on the corner of an alley, someone could easily be standing right around the bend to surprise-attack you. Picking up a rock and throwing it right at the middle of the can, even making an indent, you felt a bit idiotic for doing it. But still there was no further movement or sound. You were still curious so you without much thinking you crept closer. If it was an animal in need you’d feel bad to have left it to suffer.

As you stepped nearer, now in front of the dented can, having full vision of the alley you were met with someone you didn’t suspect in the slightest. “Kiryu-san?” You questioned, face frozen in shock. “Wh-what are you doing here? Am I dreaming?” you asked while rubbing your eyes, maybe if you rubbed them hard enough you’d wake up. The large man’s furrowed eyebrows softened as he was met with your familiar form. A small smile formed on his lips but he stayed quiet for some reason, opting to kick the trashcan in front of him instead. It burst open, the lid sent flying further into the alley as you both ducked for cover. “What the fuck Kiryu-chan?! I told you I got this!” Majima’s figure popped out, the snakeskin jacket crumpled from what looked like sitting in the confined space for far too long. You couldn’t believe your eyes, you’re sure your mouth was hanging open with eyes wider than a deer in headlights, like your brain had crashed and burned. “Ya went and ruined the surprise Kiryu-chan! And ya went and broke Oushi-chan as well.” The one eyed man gestured angrily while complaining, he’d planned out the perfect way to surprise you: to shock and fight you. But the only thing that snapped you out of your stupor was that stupid nickname, Oushi-chan. He basically called you a bull, giving you the nickname after you’d stormed angrily down the stairs of the Tojo Clan head office after a particularly frustrating meeting and nearly threw Majima down the stairs as you raced on by. “Stop calling me that! And what in the name of all that is sacred are you doing in Italy?” You hushed your yells as to not alert the entire neighbourhood of their arrival, helping the older man out of the trashcan. “We’d thought it was nice to come and visit you, see what you’ve been up to.” Kiryu calmly explained. “And calling was too expensive? You guys really scared the shit out of me!” Still filled with disbelief at their sudden appearance, but glad to see those familiar faces again. You did miss them too, the short time you shared with them still being remembered fondly. “Glad to see ya haven’t changed, ya did get an Italian accent though.” Majima playfully jabbed as he slung his arm around your shoulders. “Oh you’re one to talk about accents old man.” You prodded back as you pushed his arm off in annoyance, not taking any of the man’s teasing that easily. “Before you ask how we found you, I’ll explain.” Kiryu’s voice was still as deep as you remembered, telling you how they knew you were in Naples and even knew of Passione, it was just a matter of time until someone pointed you out (after some mild intimidation). Not that it was hard to spot you among the Italian men in your team. Hard for these two to talk, back in Tokyo you’d spot that grey suit and angry scowl from a mile away. And let’s not even pretend that Majima’s no-shirt-tacky-jacket-leather-pants look was any less eye catching. You huffed out a laugh, the shock of seeing these two finally wearing off as they started asking questions about how you’ve been and how work is. Happily chatting on the bench you were previously lounging on.

“So… what’s the nature of yer squad exactly? I mean ya look meaner than before, if that was even an option.” The one eyed man jested in a hushed voice, sure that it was a sensitive topic. “Well I like to think we’re the cleanup crew, bringing a bit more harmony to this field of work.” Ignoring his comment about your looks, sure that they helped you in this line of business. “That’s one way to phrase it.” Kiryu huffed out a chuckle, leaning his hands on his knees as he looked at you with a sympathetic smile. He admired your fervour, it was one of the reasons he was so fond of you. After hearing how you stood up against Majima and he didn’t slice you to bits, he was impressed at how you persuaded Majima to settle it through a game of hanafuda. The stoic man knew you liked to be alone, being used to it himself or rather preferring it somewhat over putting his loved ones in danger. He actually asked you to join his family if he ever became patriarch of his own one, he put a lot of trust in you.

After some more catching up you decided that perhaps you should show them around the house and introduce them to your teammates. Knowing how much they loved hearing your stories about your time in the yakuza, they’d surely appreciate to meet your old pals. You stepped in with the two men in tow, stopping in the entry way to hand your friends some slippers, it was a habit you never let go since moving here and you’d even convinced the rest of your house mates to go along with it. “Hey guys, I have some friends I’d like you to meet! Please don’t be weird!” You yelled loudly enough for the entire house to hear, even your capo on the top floor would be able to. Formaggio, Prosciutto and Pesci sauntered out of the living room, looking quite bored before noticing your two friends. Now they seemed interested. “So who’s the eye-patch guy and mister giant?” Formaggio joked as he elbowed Prosciutto who tutted his colleague for touching his suit. “Well these two gentlemen are my friends from Japan… from the yakuza…” it was so awkward to add that they were also involved in such things. You were pretty sure Kiryu was nearing his end run with the organisation anyway. “Oh and they do not understand a single word you’re saying, I’ll translate and yes I will filter out your jokes Formaggio.” You said in a serious tone. The two men behind you stood awkwardly awaiting any signal from you, Majima eyeing your teammates up and down, trying to get a good impression of them. Pesci seemed scared by the men but trying his best not to show it, only shaking a little. Majima thought him a perfect target to tease, holding himself back from his usual persona. “Prosciutto. Pesci. Formaggio.” Your blond colleague introduced them curtly, hands still in his pockets. Kiryu understood the introductions and gave a little nod, Majima followed with a grunt. “This is Majima-san and Kiryu-san.” The mingling of Italian and Japanese still being something you were trying to get used to, only having been able to speak Italian since you arrived. You led the men into the sitting room, the three colleagues retreating back to their card game while you and the other two sat down on the couches. Your colleagues weren’t really that interested it seemed or maybe just unsure of them for now. As you excused yourself to get some drinks for your guests, you were a little worried to leave them by themselves, you knew they could handle themselves physically, but it was more the communication part that you were worried about. You returned with a couple of glasses filled with juice as you saw Melone had slinked inside the living room, gently placing himself on the one seater next to the couch. “So who are these guys?” He asked curiously while leering, perhaps making Kiryu blush a little since Melone kept staring at him. You quickly introduced them to him and shushed him out of your seat, instead he sat on the armrests of the chair. Majima sat up a little, not really liking the looks of the purple haired one. “Is he always like that?” he asked, being a little weirded out. “Yes, yes he is.” You replied with a sigh as your teammate kept staring with a grin on his face, happy to just quietly observe.

You nearly sprung out of your chair when Risotto entered the doorway, feeling like you’d overstepped by bringing in your friends. Majima cocked an eyebrow at your behaviour, not knowing what superior could make you act like that. That was until he turned around as well. “Risotto I-, excuse me for bringing them in but they came all the way from Japan to check up on me.” You pleaded in a hurry as your capo took in the people in the room. “Don’t worry.” He said while giving a nod to the guests while taking them in, having a bit of a stare off with Majima or more like Majima didn’t want to lose eye contact. He felt an innate need to fight Risotto, not because he wanted to hurt him, he just wanted to see what the large man was made off. Risotto reminded Majima of his dear friend next to him. “I’ll be going back to work but please treat their guests nicely.” Risotto aimed his comment at the other men in the room, seeing them not really interact with the guests just yet. You sunk back down in your chair and sighed in relief. “He’s got ya whipped Oushi-chan.” Majima joked as he saw your cheeks get a little flushed.

Slowly but surely with lots of hard work the men actually started talking (with your help translating), Kiryu was still a bit demure but you didn’t expect him to be otherwise, respecting his usual style. After a while Prosciutto even invited them to play a round of cards, all sat around the table while he dealt them. A simple game of blackjack. You actually quite enjoyed the intermingling of your past and present, happy to know there were still people looking out for you back home. Not even sure if you were still allowed to call it home, having perhaps found a new one.

And yes Melone did ask to fight Majima, who quickly agreed since he thought the lithe man was weird and needed some readjusting. Of course Majima won, you sternly asked Melone not to use his stand. The whole thing was quite amusing actually, even Kiryu seemed to enjoy it.

#cozy ask #jjba au #jjba x reader #jjba fic #jjba x y/n #la squadra x reader #risotto x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #formaggio x reader #melone x reader #yakuza

[permian-tropos]

“Seismic” -- Daniil Dankovsky/Artemy Burakh fic that I just spat out

CW: angst, suicidality

I will post this on AO3 maybe like a normal person but it’s late and I’m lazy

Edit: the AO3 link if you want it there

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Two dogs barked in warning — they knew, as they so often did, of the oncoming quake.

The plague itself was growling in the air, unyielding in its final hours, and the black soot flakes soared on suddenly stirred air currents, all aflutter with anticipation.

On the eastern side of the Guzzle crossing came running the man who could always smell blood before it was spilled, because it was by rights his to harvest.

On the south side of town the cannons on the railroad were turning and aiming, ready to belch fire.

The yargachin stood on the bridge looking into the Stone Yard, where the spear would finally be ripped from the heart of the world. There it was; that glittering silhouette in the hazy air, that crystalized twister touching down by the bend in the river.

The Polyhedron’s manic angles had never seemed so alive. She was baring herself to the world, a witch upon the pyre screaming her last wild curse, and in that moment she and the Earth were not enemies but one being, united in defiance against their coming death.

As the ground beneath his boot soles shivered, the Haruspex at last knew what the odonghs meant when they said they could sense the weight of every pair of feet on the streets of the town.

Because he felt footsteps that should not be there, crossing the Bridge Square.

Walking west, to where the sun set, the steps spoke their own rhythmic language, tolling like a warning bell: I am going to see this to the end.

The butcher’s heart gasped like it too had been pierced through. Artemy heaved in a lungful of acrid infected air and sprinted through the Atrium, past the befuddled soldiers. His bad leg hobbled and nearly sent him down to one knee, but he turned a corner and beheld:

The fog in the square cut by the silhouette of a long leather coat — and he’d even brought his trademark bag; it swung at his side.

The Bachelor looked like a man upon the lip of a train platform, impatiently clasping his luggage, awaiting his chance to travel far away —truly far — the next time an engine thundered through the station.

His upturned head spelled out plainly that his eyes were only on the tower. Transfixed upon his beloved.

Artemy staggered across the paved stones, past the row of bodies left behind by the Inquisition, and caught Daniil Dankovsky by his arm.

And swung him around with one sharp pull. The man’s eyes were wide and red-rimmed, and out from them cracked all those furrows of stress that had been pressed into the man’s face over two weeks of squinting, straining, grimacing, scowling, and perhaps, by the looks of it, weeping.

“No,” was all Artemy could gasp with the last air in his lungs, and then he had to pant and recover.

“Don’t you dare stop me!” Dankovsky cried out, thrashing and fighting the grip on his arm.

Artemy clung to the snakeskin on his sleeve with all the strength he had left. He shook the man just as vigorously as the man was struggling, until his efforts stilled. “You’re not going up there.”

“You should have killed me in the Shelter. But you didn’t, so I’m going inside one last time. Maybe, just maybe, there’ll be one more dream left, and it won’t die alone.”

“The cannons!” Artemy choked out. “I delivered the orders! They’re taking aim!”

“I know,” said the Bachelor, tongue heavy, like he wanted the words carved on his grave. His lips shuddered, and then he twisted his arm, wildness flashing in his eyes.

Artemy grabbed his shoulders before he could wrench himself free. And stared at him, trying to vivisect him with a glare. By the way the man was trembling, the Haruspex was indeed cutting deep, through his medrel, his nerves.

Dankovsky was lost to his grief, seduced at his lowest moment by the Pied Piper herself, the temptress who had spirited away the children of the Town.

And now it wanted him to lie down with it in its grave, as its eternal lover. It had called him here with the siren song, there is nothing else but me, without me you are nothing, and I need you.

“What does a man do without a dream? What does mankind do?” Dankovsky dropped his bag and clutched the front of Artemy’s smock, and from the way his fingers clawed and twitched, he was coming close to reaching up and trying to squeeze his throat. But he did not do that. He just clung.

Artemy struggled for words. “We don’t do. We just are. And that’s enough.”

Dankovsky's breath caught on a wet clog in his throat. “I can’t live like this,” he rasped. “I’ll never be free again. I never was. Now let me go. I didn’t think you’d have to see this—”

“I’d see it when they found your body in the wreck. Is that how you want to be remembered, mangled and broken?” His jaw was tight as a bear trap, ready to snap. “Is that what you want to leave behind for someone you called a friend?”

The Bachelor’s cheeks were turning ashen. “Someone I called an idiot. Get out of here, Burakh, before you’re crushed by a chunk of debris. Any moment now, they’ll fire.”

“Then move, you bastard!” Artemy yanked on his arm to pull him away, yet still he fought.

A razor-sharp Line was wound all around Dankovsky’s body, biting through his clothes into his flesh like a garrote, and it was screeching the same discordant tune as the wicked metal frame balanced precariously in the Earth’s flesh.  

“It’s alive,” Dankovsky croaked. “In a way unlike anything in the universe. It’s so alive it makes the noon sun look like a shadow on the wall of a cave.”

Artemy wanted to sob, the way he had when a being shaped like his favorite childhood toy had tottered up to him on tiny hooves and plaintively asked, could it not live too? Was there not a world where it, strange form of life that it was, could be loved?

“I understand,” he said, and he did. “... I refuse to make another sacrifice. Especially not one as meaningless as this.”

“Not everything is about sacrifice!” the Bachelor spat. “My story is, quite simply, over.”

“You love that that tower so much you’d die with it? After two weeks? Barely any time!”

“Enough time to destroy a town and end thousands of lives.” A cruel grimace briefly flashed Dankovsky’s teeth, though it was covering up a flush of mortification. “You’ve known me for those same two weeks, but you’re out here in the open, waiting to be skewered on shrapnel, all over this poor waste of skin. Could it be that you’re—” he clutched a mocking hand to his breast, over his heart — “oh! just as suicidally devoted, my dearest Haruspex—!”

His words had such venom that he must have thought they would shame Artemy into letting go. A blow to his masculinity, or some such stupidity like that.

Artemy’s blood boiled, and then surged without thought. He seized Dankovsky in his arms and bent him over backwards and kissed him.

He tasted the pulse of both of their hearts as a tickle against his lips. Dankovsky flailed and helplessly threw his arms around Artemy’s shoulders, to catch his balance.

And as he did, his body shivered and his back arched into a yearning, yielding shape in Artemy’s tight grasp. Artemy’s own spine tingled from tip to tail, more urgently with every moment that Dankovsky did not pull away.

Artemy’s emboldened hand found the man’s free leg and clutched his thigh, while Dankovsky gasped through his nose and wriggled in embarrassment at the touch, but kept his mouth firmly sealed against Artemy’s.

The Cathedral bore witness; Artemy could feel it rapturously exhale a great gust of seconds into the world. The Crucible’s stately wings shivered and held their breath, scandalized. And the Polyhedron’s needle, jammed into the agonized Earth, vibrated with outrage.

He is mine, the edifice howled.

Not anymore, rumbled the Haruspex’s decree, and he planted his feet and refused to budge. His sympathy for the tower, miracle that it was, had dried up. For this eternal moment, he was the wedge forcing its way down upon those sharp threads tightly binding Daniil Dankovsky to the Polyhedron.

A great crack of gunfire split the sky and rocked the earth.

The scents of metal and blood were indistinguishable from one another, as both exploded into the air as a ruddy mist.

The seismic shudder sent Artemy down to his knees, but he didn’t let Dankovsky go; they sank together, dropping to the flagstones and unsticking their lips as their ears rang from the cacophony.

Artemy unclenched his eyelids. His heart jumped; they were both still alive, and Dankovsky had his gloved — and still very bloodstained — hand clutched over his mouth. But aside from that old gore, there was a faint spray of pink mist on the side of him that faced the river.

Fingers shaking, realizing he was staring at the cure for the Sand Pest splattered against the Bachelor’s pale skin, Artemy traced the droplets across the man’s temple. Magnificent, miraculous, chimeric blood.

“Don’t look so shocked,” he gruffly forced out, as his own mortification got the better of him. “Like I just took your innocence.” The Bachelor slowly lowered his hand from his mouth, and his dark brows dropped low and miserable, as he turned his head towards the river of blood and the jagged bones of the specular tower. “That’s exactly what you’ve done,” he whispered.

Artemy let go of Dankovsky slowly; his joints felt stuck. “Then I will bear the weight of that evil, and you will live to hold it against me.” He rose on trembling feet and pointed. “It’s over. That’s our cure, doctor.”

Dankovsky remained half-sprawled on the ground, lips forming silent words that could have been numb denials.

“It’s,” he finally said. “It’s… over.”

Artemy swallowed and took a rotten, sin-soaked step towards that beautiful red pool. He understood the hollow tones in Dankovsky’s voice. What even were they now, without the frantic running through the streets, without the smoke from signal fires stinging their eyes, without creeping to avoid the pools of light from streetlamps with a half-shattered blade in hand, without obsessive hoards of trinkets and trash filling their pockets?

The Earth’s thrashing and bellowing in pain underneath him was growing stiller, colder, fainter.

“No more of your self-pity,” Artemy finally forced out. “We have work to do. One more task. I need you, oynon.”

Behind him, by the sound of it, Dankovsky was picking himself up off the smooth stones. “You don’t need me,” he said dully. “I barely helped.”

“Spare me that bullshit. What’s left of the town is alive because of you.”

“Then. Everyone who died.”

“Stop it,” said Artemy. He didn’t turn around. “Don’t goad me right now. I won’t kiss you again, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

For an aching moment, the words caused a ripple, like a stone thrown in a pond.

“Then let’s work,” said Dankovsky, and he was quiet and bitter and resigned, but he was still there. To live in the throes of despair took courage, warm courage borne from warm blood, that still assiduously pumped inside his chest. His unthinking blood cherished the brain that struggled to love itself, and that would do for now.

#pathologic #daniil dankovsky #artemy burakh #burakhovsky #my fic #I just haven't written like an impulse fic in a while you know I just kinda had to

[bastardbrujah]

There's a thud as his body hits and rolls against the concrete. As Leo tries to get back up, he can feel sharp pain running through his right leg. He prevents himself from looking back at it, it's probably bent the wrong way, but that wasn't important. What's important now is the man he's fighting, and how much it pisses him off that he's barely roughed up.

"Aw, c'mon darling," he can hear the man taunt as Leo struggles to stand. "I thought you were gonna 'make me pay'! How're you gonna do anything like that with minimal fighting skills?"

Leo grits his teeth as he keeps an iron grip on the knife in his hand. There's no way he was losing. Not ever. He was determined to rip his head off with sheer force after everything he put him through. The memories of everything that happened while they were together still feels so fresh, so painful, and every once of hurt he feels only fuels him, despite the fact that his body is breaking.

This man has barely sustained any injuries. The only major injury he has was from Leo's surprise attack in the form of a stab wound to his chest. He stands almost triumphantly as he chides Leo. He wasn't just any man. He was Luke, Leo's sire, and right now the two were at a make or break point.

"Y'know I've had fun with our little fight, but aren't you tired yet?" Luke asks with a smirk, and every single word stings. "I really would like to pack things up so we can be on our way out of this shithole."

His voice feels like venom. Every single word infuriates Leo. He's not going anywhere with Luke again. The year of captivity and abuse is the only thing Leo can think about outside of killing him. He's already frenzied only for his sire to continue using his skills with presence to bring Leo out of it. Leo can see Luke's shadow drawing closer, and before Leo can even get up, he's kicked over on his back. He bites his lip to try and avoid letting out any pained sound, but when Luke gets down to straddle his waist with an iron grip around his neck, he can't help but let out an agonized groan. 

He doesn't need to breathe, but the fact that he can't makes Leo claw at Luke's wrist. Luke only chuckles, "I knew you'd do this. You'd rush in on your own so determined to make sure you got to take me all to yourself. You didn't want that side piece to get in the way, now did you, babe?"

Leo can't speak. He continues to try and pry Luke's arm off of him. 

"Yknow, I gotta say, I had you all wrong. Most of my childes ended up Caitiff, but I picked 'em out that way," Luke continues. Leo felt disgusted; it's like he got off on listening to his own evil monologue. "They were far too timid, too docile and weak for my clan traits to stick, and I thought you'd be the same, but no… no, you surprised me. Later on, you ended up fighting me at every turn you got. You just didn't stay down. It became obvious that I had you pegged wrong within weeks. You were perfect for a Brujah."

Leo can't take this. Every word was like a punch to the gut. Leo scrambles to find the knife he dropped as Luke brings his face closer to his as he continues, "I don't know which part was hotter: watching you get fiesty and try to fight back, or putting you in your place afterwards."

Found it. As soon as he found the knife, Leo jabbed it into Luke's side. Luke's grip on Leo's neck loosened, his eyes widened as he realized he was stabbed again. Everything feels still for a moment before Luke's eyes drift to see the knife in his side through his jacket as he almost laments, "You bitch… I really liked this jacket and you just stuck a knife through it…"

There's a chill down Leo's spine. His usual tone was already disgusting and set Leo ablaze with rage. Now his voice was almost hollow, like Luke himself didn't expect this turn of events, but Leo knows what's hidden behind it.

Luke's head turns back to face Leo. The corner of his mouth twists up into a smirk as he pushes back Leo's bangs that stuck to his face from the blood. Luke brings his face a mere inches from Leo, and the next few words lets Leo know exactly what he's in for.

"You're going to wish you hadn't done that."

In a split second, Luke gets up to grab Leo by the hair, only to kick him and send him flying across the empty lot. Leo's not sure if he can even move any further, he knows he's lost a lot of blood, and his vision is blurred. The second he tries to move, however, Luke kicks him over onto his stomach, and Leo screams in pain when he digs his heel into his shoulder.

"Y'know what, I think this was my favorite part," Luke speaks in that condescending tone again, and Leo can feel the disgust in him grow. Luke leans down closer to Leo, putting the weight of his body on his shoulder as he continues, "The part where you would lose… You would quickly just start apologizing so I wouldn't kill you. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll do it, don't hurt me'... how cute. You wanna start doing that again?" He chuckles. "I'm sure you want the pain to stop, don't you?"

Leo felt mortified. If he could bring himself to speak, he'd probably do exactly what Luke asked. He knew he'd made a mistake. He should've never tried to do this on his own, but what other choice did he have? After all he's dragged Majima through, everything that's happened with Nishiki, how could he have him help? Luke was here to collect him, take Leo back and resume whatever torture Luke would frame as a relationship… this was all because of Leo, and in order to fix it, in order to ensure he'd never hurt another person again, he'd kill Luke. 

Except now that seemed impossible. Leo's fingers bled as they dug into the pavement, trying to ball his hand into a fist, trying to get up, do something. Luke grabs Leo's hair to move his head against the ground, scraping his face as Luke speaks, "Well, darling? Are you done acting out for now? Ready to come back with me?"

Not that. Anything but that. Leo can only grit his teeth in frustration as he could barely move his arm. There wasn’t anything he could do to push Luke off or get free, and the gravity of the situation was sinking in. He was going to be taken by his sire, held captive by him, and he couldn’t even fight him anymore.

Next thing Leo heard was the loud clink of metal connecting with something.

Suddenly he no longer feels the weight of Luke’s body on top of him. What happened? Next thing he hears is Luke protesting, “The hell!? Get back!” only before another metallic clink is heard colliding with something. Someone else was definitely here, and they had a fight to pick with Luke. Confused, Leo struggles to flip his body over to look in the direction of the noise, but with his glasses missing since the beginning of the fight, all he can see is a blur. The noises gave away parts, Luke was obviously trying to use presence against his attacker, and his attacker just kept bludgeoning him unfazed. Leo squinted his eyes to try and make out something, anything, but all he could see was two bodies dressed in dark colors. Could that be…?

“Fuck-- stop it!” Luke tries to command, but it’s cut short by a baseball bat to his head. The clink of the bat connecting with his head is repeated over and over, like his assailant is determined to kill him by turning his head to mush. Which each hit, Luke lets out a series of pained groans and screams. All of a sudden, Leo sees the man discard the baseball bat, only to pull out a blade and jam it into Luke’s chest. Luke screams in agony, and Leo could’ve sworn he heard a cracking noise. Did he push the knife in so deep it hit the pavement?

Suddenly the attacker shifts his focus to Leo. He quickly walks over, and as soon as Leo sees the familiar leather pants and snakeskin shoes, his anxiety shifts. Leather gloved hands grab Leo to prop him up sitting, and then they move to hold his head so he can observe his injured and bloodied face. 

“Majima…”

“Why did you run off on your own to fight him like that? Huh!?” Majima’s sudden question throws Leo off guard. It’d make sense he’s upset. The two of them planned to do this together, Majima’s expertise in fighting and resilience against presence was key, but…

Leo can’t bring himself to look Majima in the eye. What was he supposed to say? He felt like he was running out of chances. Majima’s done so much for Leo, and this was another instance in which Leo’s burdens were placed on him. The past few months has strained Majima to where his lovable wild side was barely showing anymore, and Leo knew the origins of that stress resided with him.

“What else… am I supposed to do…” Leo tries to speak, but his throat feels like it’s on fire. “I’ve done enough to you… I’ve left you with enough… the least I can do is clean up my own mistakes…”

“Are you crazy!?” Majima shouts as he shakes Leo’s shoulders, only to stumble over his apology as he sees Leo wince in pain. “You… why do you think that?”

“Because you’ve changed!” Leo responds as tears of blood start to fall down his face. Majima looks alarmed at his sudden outburst, but Leo continues, “You’ve… you can be serious, but that’s all you ever are now. I’ve put a lot on you… and my sire is my own responsibility…”

Majima stares at Leo almost in disbelief before shaking his head and biting his lip. “Leo… I’m not going to deny that I’ve been wound up because of what’s happened to you, but I’m this way because I’m so worried about you, mad beyond all hell because sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, what anyone does, you get hurt! I’m angry because I didn’t put my foot down years ago against Nishikiyama and now we’re here with you bonded to him, and to top it all off, this jackass shows up determined to kidnap you! And I’ve got to be serious because I want to be prepared for anything that gets thrown at you.”

“But they’re after me--”

“And you’re my fiance,” Majima’s quick to cut him off. “Do you really have to ask why I would concern myself so heavily with those who are after you?”

Majima’s hands go back up to Leo’s injured face, his thumbs just gently avoiding the scrapes on his cheeks left by the concrete. Leo hasn’t felt warmth in years, yet there’s something about Majima’s touch that reminds him of it. There’s the usual feeling of guilt that Leo gets when in Majima’s hands, but Leo forces down the bonded emotions to focus on what he knows he feels despite the bond: safety.

“I’ll be damned if another man’s gonna hurt you again,” Majima continues. “You ain’t gotta shoulder this on your own. Let me help you get through this… and once I know you’re safe, I’ll loosen up, alright?”

“You don’t… I’m not upset with you because you’ve changed, I’m upset with myself--”

“And I’m saying you shouldn’t be. This isn’t because of you. You’re the victim here.”

It might take some time for him to accept that, but Leo doesn’t try to argue back as part of the first step for it. He only bites his lip and nods. With that, Majima lets out a sigh before speaking, “Listen. We can fix one problem still… we can still make sure you aren’t going to get hurt anymore by him.”

“Y-you won’t touch me,” a voice grunts out across the lot, and both Leo and Majima’s attention snaps to it just in time to see a knife thrown against the concrete. Luke’s barely standing with blood pouring out of his chest wound. His hair is matted with blood as it hangs in front of his face. 

Majima gently pulls away from Leo, as if a wrong movement would hurt him further, before standing off against Luke. “You really wanna try a round two, you sick fuck!?”

Luke quickly pulls out a tin container from his jacket pocket as he shouts, “You’ll stay the fuck away from me if you know what’s good for you!”

Majima eyes the little contraption in Luke’s hand. There’s no way he should have something like that. The last time he saw something like that was in his own house, shortly before Nishikiyama used it to start a fire in it. Majima stares Luke down, keeping his composure as he asks, “Where the hell did you get that?”

Luke’s face twists up as he chuckles, “Let’s just say I did my research after I learned another man was trying to move in on my childe… turns out he had some interesting secrets in that old warehouse, and they were just thrown out like that…”

‘Damnit, Thirty…!’ Leo can’t help but think to himself. Of course the idiot didn’t dispose of everything properly. Leo tries to get up, tries to at least stop his sire, but the moment he props his leg up, he feels the same shooting pain. He groans, but Majima remains unfazed. Majima tries to take a step forward, but Luke only stands his ground, “Stay back or I use it! There was quite a few of them around there… I got to learn how they work.”

Majima isn’t fazed. He keeps the same intense glare as he tries to figure out the best course of action. Luke, however, has already taken this as his victory, as he begins to walk backwards out of the empty lot. Majima eyes him as he makes his way out of the only exit of the gate of the empty lot, and the second Luke begins to turn on his heel to start running, he springs forward. With a boost of celerity, Majima quickly closes the distance between him and Luke, grabbing his jacket collar to yank him back, but Luke is also quick to turn back around and hold the contraption above them. While Majima grabs Luke’s free arm, Luke throws the contraption, causing a flame to rise up in between them, and with Majima pulling, Luke’s arm winds up directly in it.

Luke can’t help but scream in agony. In a last ditch effort, he starts running out of the lot while trying to remove the jacket. Majima stumbles back, the fire directly blocking off the exit. He’s quick to grab his phone to dial Nishida and tell him to start looking. There’s no way the fire didn’t hurt him, there’s no way Luke didn’t face massive damage, and Majima knew all that was left would be to find him quick and assure he reached final death. As soon as he finished relaying the news to his boys, he turned back to the real priority.

Leo looked distraught. He knew how badly he butchered his chance to get rid of his sire. Majima kneels down beside him, and only offers a few reassuring words, “He’s gravely injured. It’s only a matter of time before we find him. Naito’s not far, he’ll get the fire put out soon, just don’t stare at it.”

While Leo knows Majima is right, there’s something that looms over him. It’s nothing concrete, but it’s just a feeling. Luke has no room to wiggle out of the one, but there’s something in him that tells him he will. He doesn’t tell Majima that though. He instead reaffirms what Majima said, “We’ll finish it then. Soon."

#leoart #(here we go)

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BEST WAY TO STYLE THE BROWN LEATHER JACKET

I consistently get messages requesting that how to style an earthy colored calfskin coat. With dark being a conspicuous tone in design the previous decade it can appear to be befuddling how to style earthy colored calfskin. Truth be told, I as of late got this email from a requesting that how to style her earthy colored cowhide coat:

The thing is, in the previous decade or something like that, while dark has gotten the most well-known nonpartisan, it has likewise gotten exceptionally stylish to blend neutrals and break conventional shading mix design rules. There isn't anything chicer than matching earthy-colored calfskin with different neutrals. Truth be told, it accomplishes a luxury and nonchalantly refined look not cultivated by styling earthy colored with earthy colored. Ideally, these models will show that indeed, an earthy-colored cowhide coat is an adaptable closet expansion!

TIPS FOR STYLING A BROWN LEATHER JACKET

  At the point when I consider styling an earthy-colored cowhide coat, I consider Anne Hathaway in the film, The Devil Wears Prada. I have consistently recollected how exemplary and stylish she glanced in an earthy-colored cowhide coat, dark turtleneck, pants, and tall boots. I utilized her outfit as motivation for this model. The Jacket Closet is one of the cheapest and best brand for jacket selling.

 While Hathaway's character blended an earthy-colored cowhide coat with earthy-colored calfskin tall boots, I decided to change out the boots for a more exemplary dark calfskin style that may as of now be dwelling in your closet. Having to a lesser degree a difference makes a section of shading which not just lengthens the body, it features the coat. I likewise picked a gold pendant that accomplishes a similar impact while increasing the luxury factor and making a more ageless group. It is not difficult to change out the wash hued denim for dark or even dim, the earthy colored calfskin coat for some other tone or texture, the pendant accessory for a scarf or pair of loop hoops, the tall boots for a couple of lower leg booties, or even stylish tennis shoes.

 Earthy-colored shades of calfskin look so stylish when combined with light-hued neutrals like cream, tan, ivory, and redden. Enlivened by this look worn by Elle MacPherson, I made a more easygoing group from a similar shading story. The satiny texture of the pullover and the twill of the pants function admirably with the cowhide, the blend is on-pattern as the runways show mixes of easygoing and dressy textures, delicate with hardened, matte with sparkle. This gaze could dress upward effectively in a couple of heels or loafers and even with a custom pair of pants, however, I made an end of the week look with slip-on shoes in a snakeskin print. Snakeskin is the most sweltering skin print this season, and these shoes are impartial that will go with a lot more looks in your storeroom. Nonetheless, you could undoubtedly change them out for a camel calfskin level or a more conventional stylish tennis shoe. Again motivated by MacPherson, the extras are basic – an exemplary pair of Wayfarers and a touch of sparkle at the neck. And keeping in mind that this look includes a lighter earthy colored coat, this could likewise work with chocolate or different neutrals like beige, tan, dark, or dim and different textures like softened cowhide.

 Earthy-colored shades of cowhide look so stylish when matched with light-hued neutrals like cream, tan, ivory, and redden. Propelled by this look worn by Elle MacPherson, I made a more easygoing gathering from a similar shading story. The satiny texture of the pullover and the twill of the pants function admirably with the calfskin, the blend is on-pattern as the runways show mixes of easygoing and dressy textures, delicate with solid, matte with sparkle. This turn could dress upward effectively in a couple of heels or loafers and even with customary pants, yet I made an end of the week look with slip-on shoes in a snakeskin print. Snakeskin is the most sweltering skin print this season, and these shoes are impartial that will go with a lot more looks in your wardrobe. Be that as it may, you could undoubtedly change them out for a camel calfskin level or a more customary popular shoe. Again roused by MacPherson, the extras are straightforward – an exemplary pair of Wayfarers and a touch of sparkle at the neck. And keeping in mind that this look includes a lighter earthy colored coat, this could likewise work with chocolate or different neutrals like beige, tan, dark, or dim and different textures like softened cowhide.

WHAT COLORS GO WITH A BROWN LEATHER JACKET?

 It can feel like an earthy-colored calfskin coat is a hard tone to style, however, with the heading of design patterns in the previous few years, it has gotten simpler and simpler to add to a closet. A couple of ideas:

 •             Keep it exemplary. Earthy-colored calfskin consistently looks stylish with a white shirt and denim. Change things up with various shades of pants or consider supplanting a plain white shirt with a Breton stripe in naval force, dark, or red and white stripe.

 •             Go western. Earthy-colored calfskin is the shade of ponies, of cowpoke boots, of the desert. Keep that vibe and pair earthy colored calfskin with desert shades (which is a hot pattern for 2020) and flies of coral and turquoise.

 •             Brown goes with everything. Truly, dark goes with everything including earthy colors! That old standard of not blending earthy colored and dark has been obsolete for quite a while. The significant detail is to ensure there is a sufficient difference between the two tones so they look free and not like you got wearing the dim.

 •             Try cool neutrals for contrast. While above I showed earthy colored calfskin coats with warm neutrals like cream and bronze, changing things up with cool grays, dark blue, and a cool-conditioned olive can look tremendously stylish. Blending metals has been a famous pattern for a couple of seasons and the idea of blending silver in with rose and yellow gold can move over into the textures you wear as well!

 •             Use it as a nonpartisan. Treat your earthy colored calfskin coat like a denim or dark cowhide one and wear it with almost anything! Earthy colored looks astonishing with shades of blue, pink, green (if trees can shake it so can we!), warm tones like goldenrod and pumpkin, berry and violet, and significantly more. Earthy colored has returned style as have unforeseen shading pairings so feel free to get inventive!