#That Doublet

[history-of-fashion]

ab. 1630 (changed in 1875 and 1954/57) Doublet

silk, satin weave

(Germanisches Nationalmuseum)

#1630s #17th century #men #doublet

[molinaesque]

Raphael | Fashion

#raphael #raphael baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3gifs #fashion #i'm obsessed with the detail of his doublet hem going above his waist when he's in devil form #so SLUTTY

[thechaoticdruid]

I know we love to dress Astarion up in red and black cause it's so vampire core and he looks damn good in it, but have any of you thought about purple? I mean his default armor is purple. Purple is the color of nobility, it's expensive, it's vibrant, it's fancy.

Dress this man up in purple!

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 #astarion bg3 #Astarion artists take note #The Druid rambles #Astarion should wear more purple #astarion #baldur's gate astarion #Astarion clothing #astarion my beloved #Astarion's purple doublet #I honestly didn't like it at first but it grew on me #still love his red and black EA doublet too though

[scuttlingcrab]

So it's pretty obvious that Raphael would be a massive fan of luxury items. How would he react to Tav being able to make certain luxury items from scratch (such as lotions, massage oils, perfumes, soaps, etc.) and is really freaking good at it.

Maybe he learns this little fact about Tav when he receives a bundle of custom luxury items from one of his warlocks and it has a note which says, "To: Raphael. From: The mouse. A 'thank you' for the food." (assuming Tav filled a plate of food during the group's first encounter with the fiend)

Thank you for this awesome prompt. I took a liberty with this one, wanted to try something that maybe a writer hasn’t done before re: what luxury item Tav would make Raphael. I also referenced a few characters from my other stories. Marin, the composer from A Night at the Symphony and Dolofina, the warlock, from A Warlock is Born. I couldn’t resist! Hope you enjoy! And send on the next prompt if you haven’t already! :)

Summary: Raphael receives an unexpected gift from Tav.

Warnings: Mild violence/torture

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A Perfect Fit 

(Image via violadesdragons)

The screams were like music to Raphael’s ears.

The torment that resonated from each shriek, every wail that echoed into his House of Hope, if directed well, could create a symphony that would feed Raphael for weeks. A melody almost as magnificent as Marin’s concertos. Raphael mastered what buttons to push, what minute threads to pull, to achieve perfection.

Every human was an instrument in their own right. They had a unique cord, an unsung talent, that Raphael knew how to excavate and mould. He had spent millenia fiddling with mortals, experimenting with different techniques to inflict pain or even less conspicuous means to really persecute his poor unfortunate pets. 

Nevertheless, Raphael despised it all. Torturing these creatures was so below his station, another idle role he had to play to keep up appearances in this never-ending farce to reach his objective, to reclaim the Crown of Karsus. He longed to see the players of his saga, his glorious ascension, leave the dark confines of the wings and enter the proscenium for all the planes to see.

Raphael listlessly looked up towards his current unfinished task, a withered mortal impaled on rusted spikes. No matter how hard Raphael stared at this rat, how tirelessly he worked his mind to calculate new methods to inflict agony, all Raphael could do was muster an apathetic groan in response. 

He was almost relieved to hear footsteps approaching the dungeon, identifying the bouncy gait of one of his warlocks almost immediately. Dolofina. 

Raphael smiled to himself, letting out a shallow breath as the doors slowly creaked open. He snapped his fingers, and another spike appeared, slowly lifting to meet the others.

“I do hope you have some interesting news for me. And think hard on your answer, or else I might swap you out with poor Boris.” 

Raphael turned to greet Dolofina, the whimpers of the tortured human slowly rising as he approached her. She stared back at him without any emotion, unmoved by the threat. He taught her well.

“Apologies for the intrusion, but a woman was insistent you receive this. She wouldn’t leave Korrilla alone until she confirmed we’d deliver it to you.”

Dolofina lifted the basket in her hands with a sigh, offering it to Raphael. 

“Pah! Which insolent creature is it this time? If it’s that damned–” 

“She only referred to herself as the, and I quote, ‘little mouse.’”

Dolofina seemed perplexed at the name, rolling her eyes as she waited for his response. Raphael’s mouth parted, his eyes instantly becoming more animated at the mention of her.

“Could she be crawling to me already?” So fast, and such a pity. He had been looking forward to a tussle.

Raphael gingerly picked up the basket, holding it in his hands and carefully inspecting every inch as if it was an ancient relic. What a simple little offering, merely a straw woven basket. Its contents were hidden under gold wrapping paper and held together delicately by a red bow.

“Don’t worry, we’ve already inspected it for traps.”

Raphael gave Dolofina a flat stare. 

“Do you think the creature would be so daft?”

Dolofina shrugged.

“I am merely a mortal, what would I know?” 

There was a hint of mischief in Dolofina’s eyes as she smiled back at Raphael, so pleased with herself. He growled, pointing towards the threshold of his dungeon. The skin on his human disguise hissed, verging on transformation. 

“You have overstayed your welcome. And might I remind you, I am your master. I can terminate our agreement whenever I see fit, be it from the smallest lapse in your performance. You know what that means for your future.”

“Yes, master.” Dolofina responded through tight lips. She promptly made her leave, but not without slamming the doors behind her. 

“Must every creature under my employment be so thickheaded?” Raphael whispered, taking a moment to massage the bridge of his nose. 

When Raphael was sure his boiling blood had cooled, he proceeded to focus his attention on the basket, now weighing heavy in his hands. It would’ve been a shame to have accidentally incinerated the gift with his temper, which was nearly uncontrollable in recent months, without even knowing what was inside.

Raphael started with the bow, carefully untying the knot. Once it was removed, he brought it to his nose, slowly taking in its scent. Cloves and roses. Oh how he relished it. Raphael placed the bow in his pocket and removed the wrapping paper. He discovered a small envelope sitting on top of a golden gift box. A sudden jolt of electricity shot through his veins as he opened the letter. 

To: Raphael  From: The Mouse  Thank you for the food. Please accept this gift in exchange for your hospitality. If the measurements are not sufficient, perhaps we can schedule a fitting. You know where to find me.

Raphael snapped his fingers, leaving the letter floating in the air beside him as he continued with the box. His fingers, usually so calm and still, twitched with excitement. 

Raphael gasped, removing a single doublet from the box, its red colour as dark as blood. The silk melted in his hands, the article of clothing sparkling against the roaring flames of the dungeon. Gold and silver markings were intricately embroidered throughout the jacket, infernal designs suiting Raphael’s tastes. The cuffs of the doublet were adorned with devil tails that swished and curled on a constant loop. 

“My, my, the little mouse has been busy indeed.”

And what artistry! It had been ages, no centuries, since his eyes fell on such an alluring piece. Is this what it would feel like once he held the Crown in his hands? 

Raphael snapped his fingers, the doublet now on his person. He sighed, oh it fit him perfectly, as if that creature knew Raphael’s body like the back of her hand. He raised his arms, bowed, did every possible movement that could come to his mind in that instant, and yet could find no imperfections. 

Raphael was a generous devil, perhaps often too generous. He wasn’t opposed to receiving such luxurious gifts on occasion, but it was dangerous to play with his food. He considered for a moment being harsher to his future clients. The little mouse had a long road ahead of her if she was to help Raphael get what he desired. She needed to focus. No more distractions. No more gifts. 

And yet… 

Raphael clapped his hands and a mirror appeared before him. He gave himself a little spin, grinning. It was a suitable doublet. Cursed creature! Perhaps he could make other uses of these tadpoled yet. What was that mortal saying he heard so often? Ah yes, all work, and no play… 

Raphael was pulled from his thoughts at the howls of the tortured mortal, still impaled above him. Raphael’s cheeks burned, he had been sloppy, overlooking that he was not alone.

He angrily snapped his fingers and the mortal combusted. Their screams died with the flames, leaving no signs of their previous existence as the ashes fluttered away. A waste of a soul, Zariel be damned. She’d never even notice it was missing. 

And with that, Raphael stormed out of the dungeon, proudly wearing his new doublet. 

#bg3 raphael #baldurs gate 3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #tav x raphael #bg3 tav #tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #raphael the cambion #writing #fanfic #asks #writing prompts #raphael #cambion #new doublet who dis #raphael bg3 x tav

[asuddensway]

DOUBLET AI Generation Mistake Sweatshirt

S/S 2024

#doublet #style #fashion #art #combining clothes #gross #hoodie #japan

[leprzilla]

Long time didn't draw foxes. Here some random noble gentleman. Someday, probably, will fully become part of Eanor

#anthro #anthro art #furry art #medieval #furry #sfw furry #art #doublet #coat of arms #fox #portrait #my art

[yvanspijk]

Pity and piety are doublets: they both stem from Latin pietātem, the accusative of pietās. Pity comes from Old French pité, a word inherited from spoken Latin. It underwent the sound changes that turned Latin into French. Piety was borrowed from Old French pieté, which itself was a borrowing from written Latin. Here's number 8 in my series: English doublets from Latin via French!

#historical linguistics #linguistics #language #etymology #english #latin #french #old french #etymological doublets #lingblr #middle french

[patroclusdefencesquad]

rest in peace jaskier's season 1 outfits and numerous costume changes you'll always be famous to ME

#i miss you slutty doublets 😔 #the witcher #jaskier

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Little Wyll/Karlach/Astarion things

Astarion introducing people all, "This is my girlfriend, Karlach. This is her boyfriend, Wyll." gives him a little narrow eyed look, but Wyll is just like...buddy, my star, you were literally sleeping on my chest last night wtf are you on today.

UGH AND THEN the sun, moon, and stars embroidery. IMAGINE OK. Imagine that being for these three. Karlach and Wyll are the light of his day, and he is their light in the darkness of night. He makes a matching one for Wyll while the three are in Avernus together, but time feels less pressing as it did before. It feels like they suddenly have ALL the time in the world, despite Wyll and Karlach still being mortals. The end to their finite time is just not suddenly there on the horizon, waiting to cruelly separate them when they've had so little time together.

Karlach giving Ulder a piece of her mind and having Astarion drag her off bc he can tell Wyll does NOT want this confrontation happening. She's overheated, he can't even touch her bare skin without getting singed, and Wyll just is like. so struck by the fact that she cares so much about him that she refuses to let Ulder act like he didn't abandon his son. It wouldn't be anything bad, but it would be scathing, and end with how happy she is that Ulder and Wyll have been reunited bc Wyll's a REALLY great guy and if you abandon him like that again you'll be talking to me (and she pauses when she feels Astarion poke her to give her a look, and she can just read it) AND fangs

Astarion just crosses his arms and tries to look menacing...which, to his credit, the red eyes and teeth are creepy af, but mostly he just looks bitchy and like he might eat Ulder.

wyll practicing his dancing and inviting them both one night to dance around the campfire. Astarion sits off to the side, content to watch them. Karlach likes to dance, but not in the way Wyll does, so it's awkward at first, then after a few times where her big feet stomp on his toes, he decides to follow her lead instead. He's never danced like that before, but enjoyed every second of it. Before the evening ends, Astarion allows him one single dance just so he can show Karlach what he had been practicing. None of them talk about Astarion dancing with Wyll again. It's a treasured memory, but the two know that's a barred teasing topic (they bust his balls a lot and he just. begrudgingly accepts it, but some topics they KNOW to avoid)

wyll feeling suffocated by mizora one night and just. he's calm as hell, but Astarion notices him sulking first (I hc our resident vamp as the most perceptive at the camp bc of all i think he was doing for Caz). He tries to talk to wyll, but astarion isn't good at not bristling and it's one of those times where wyll just. he's being scathing. he's meeting astarion at astarion's petty level, and astarion is downright impressed.

he's like ????? like he's not even mad. he's just all "who knew the famed blade of frontiers had this nasty side" and he's smirking and it isn't a sexual comment at all but it accidentally does. and him being impressed rather than bristling is what leads to Astarion being the one to be like "ok now that we've had our dick measuring contest, just tell me wtf is going on"

Every time Mizora shows up, Astarion starts running his mouth like an attack chihuahua. Insults, barks, bared teeth, he does NOT like her. Karlach joins him, they play off each other a lot, actually. Like Karlach IS the attack dog, which makes Astarion feel a little more ballsy when he's mouthing off bc he knows any fight he cause WILL be ended with his beautiful gf knocking their ass out.

Wyll spends that night just. completely distraught. he can't even be with karlach and astarion, he asks for time alone to deal with his thoughts, and they respect it. Astarion keeps an eye from a distance, but he and Karlach allow him the space until he's ready for them, then they both move in to comfort him.

Karlach is great at hugs. She holds him and it's so comforting that Wyll finds himself believing it when Astarion is PROMISING that they'll figure it out. Astarion isn't soft in this moment, he certainly isn't kind while comforting Wyll, but he's genuine. Wyll knows Astarion means it when he promises that him and Karlach will be at Wyll's side to help him fight his battles, because like it or not, his battles are theirs to fight as well.

They'd go after Cazador first after Astarion is nearly (or successfully is) kidnapped. Karlach is PISSED, she's raging, ready to burn down the entire palace just to smoke Caz out. Wyll, equally angry, but actually comes up with a really, really good idea. Like he sits everyone down, goes through the battle plan, and Astarion is just so silent the entire time bc he cannot believe these two would rally so hard around him.

This is the point where every time someone is the least bit mean to Wyll, it is ON SIGHT for Astarion. Before, he'd butt in if someone crossed a line he felt shouldn't be crossed, or if it was Ulder or Mizora, but now it's ANYONE. Only he gets to insult his beloved Wyllyam.

Karlach on the docks, saying her goodbyes, holding her heart, her eyes welling with tears as she sees Wyll and Astarion look at her with just. the amount of grief in their eyes. She can't take it. it's the first chip in her resolve that allows them to swoop in and convince her to keep going.

Wyll moves first. Tells her she doesn't have to be alone, she'll have him AND astarion to watch her back. this isn't a convo any of them have had. astarion and wyll both know she'd rather die than go to avernus, but wyll KNOWS Astarion would go there in a heartbeat, and vise versa. they just know each other very very well at this point

So, Wyll is talking to her, Astarion is hiding under his cloak AND Wyll's bc the sun is threatening to burn him alive, but he can't leave Karlach alone. His own skin is cracking with the threat of turning to ash. Wyll holds onto Karlachs' hands, stares into her scared eyes, and she can SEE that he means the promise he makes to her. He will NOT let her be alone in Avernus, if she chooses to return.

Astarion, despite trying to hide from his own imminent death, gives his points. they're quick, not as nicely said as when he has a one on one with her bc he's also trying not to die, but he's more worried about her than he is himself.

Karlach, assured that the two men who vowed to love her to her dying breath, agrees to go to Avernus with them. They have one hell of a bloody time together. It's one of the best chapters in their life stories, after they get Karlach's heart fixed and they're all able to leave Avernus.

All three of them finally free of the bonds of servitude, they're able to explore the world. They're free to go where they wish, free to love who they wish, and free to finally choose their own paths and futures, though their choices will always involve being together.

#bat writes #fic idea #astarion #karlach #wyll #bg3 #wyllach #wyllachstarion #wyllstarion #bloodpact #hellspawn #this is actually what the whole doublet thing was tied into when i initially was thinking abt it #bc i'm fascinated by the idea of a dynamic between these three

[nyc-looks]

Nur, 20

“My shirt and boots are Balenciaga, my bag & jewelry are Chrome Hearts and the jeans are Doublet. Honestly I just buy shit I like.”

Aug 23, 2023 ∙ Greenwich Village

#nyc looks #street style #new york #street fashion #style #outfit #chrome hearts #balenciaga #doublet

[swordmaid]

had a vision of brienne preparing to enter a joust and jaime is leaning over the stands either trying to give her a kiss or putting his favour on her pauldron and some other dudes are holding onto him so he doesn’t fall over

#it’s that vibe of that person sitting on their friend’s shoulders to kiss the other person leaning from the window #u know the one????? anyway. #I love jb in tourney settings I think jaime would absolutely want her to wave his favour around #while he’s wearing the most obnoxious looking velour doublet so everyone knows that’s HIS favour btw #also I think he’d be the type to coach her from the sidelines and standing up screaming SHANK THE BITCH!!!!!! #when brienne gets dismounted or something he’s gonna be like BOO that’s a foul that didn’t count FLOP! fail. she’s just going easy on you 🤭 #jaime being the most toxic joust spectator everyone hates sitting next to him

[heartnosekid]

starbirdjewelry on ig

#stim #aurora opals #crystals #jewelry #sfw #rainbow #pastel #hearts #rings #aurora opal doublets #shiny #green #orange #pink #silver #long nails #stones #rocks #minerals #ishy gifs #postish

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Red silk doublet and breeches, 1562, Italian.

Worn by Garzia de Medici.

Uffizi Gallery.

#uffizi gallery #red #extant garments #silk #menswear #1562 #1560s #doublet #breeches #1560s doublet #16th century #1560s Italy #Italy #1560s menswear #1560s breeches #Garzia de Medici

[bilberry-jam]

Here's a little comic based off of @teatitty idea of "[Geralt & Dandelion] both looking wet and pathetic after getting caught in a sudden downpour and bickering over whose fault it is"

I like to imagine this is set within the first few years of them travelling together when they're still learning each others boundaries and what not.

#the witcher books #dandelion #geralt of rivia #gerlion #the Witcher #my art #this almost turned incredibly angsty and I really had to reel it back in #also! the ending is a reference to my first ever posted gerlion art 'a moment of respite' :D #the entire time I was making this I was thinking about when I got caught in a flash flood in my bard outfit #I had to sprint to the banquet hall- lyre clutched to my chest out of fear it would get water damaged #let me tell you- a doublet and leggings are sensory hell when soaked

[non-un-topo]

See you soon

#the old guard #tog fanart #yusuf al kaysani #andromache of scythia #quynh #nicolo di genova #siggy draws #good lord it's finished. i don't think i've ever spent a month on a drawing before but here she is. #all from scratch. i am dead and my hand is a claw. #i missed them terribly #the old gays #oh wait i have to add my commentary #yusuf and nicolo are leaving. where? could be anywhere! #and they're leaving mid-morning instead of at dawn because andromache and quynh refuse to let them go. hence quynh isn't dressed yet. #not sure what she's wearing. it's like a mix of westley and buttercup's fits for some reason. #i tend to put andy and nicky in battle-ready clothes. doublets or gambesons. and ofc nicky needs a pair of leather riding pants #for... riding horses. #joe's outfit is based on a 10th century design i found. several centuries old but i think he's a man who appreciates vintage things dfgds

[ahahnopenope]

Doodlin' while playin' part 2

#my art #sketch #fanart #traditional art #dungeons and dragons #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #i loved the leather doublet #and the black streaks in his hair in EA