#gilded armor

[random-modded-minecraft-items]

Gilded Netherite Boots When equipped this armor piglins are peaceful When on Feet: +6 Armor +4 Armor Toughness +1 Knockback Resistance Gilded Armor by Block_Legend001

[pandamorphic]

WHEEW YIPPEE IM FINALLY DONE

Sorry for the absence y’all!!!! Been working on this for a lovely person on instagram!! This was a really fun challenge and I was excited to work on it during my rare spare moments after work 0:

[queenofstone]

All of my chores are done for the day and now I'm staring at gilded armor pieces and imagining them glinting in the sun. A striking sight in my mind. Probably terrifying as well.

[jacquelinemanners]

task #1: gilded armor

“I take it then that you have never heard it said that a lady’s first line of defense is her courtesy. Her second, modesty. Her third, clothing. And the fourth, and least often used, which I suppose makes it all the more precious - wit. In the absence of the first, a lady must rely on the second. If the second is absent, then the lady will not no choice but to wear her dress like armor and make her tongue as sharp as an assassin’s blade.”

The Season. The year was 1813, and her chambers in her family’s estate in London where a mess - her best dresses were laid out all over her bed, the contents of her jewelry case were strewn about the vanity, and her hair resembled something like a demonic octopus --- no less than ten minutes ago had Lady Jacqueline declared herself ready for the fête, in a yellow dress the color of sunflowers, and bright red shoes.

 On top of her jewelry lay a letter, the envelope thrown carelessly on the ground in the haste to discover the letter’s contests.

Jacqueline, the letter began, far too formally addressed for a mother to a daughter. 

I hope you and your sister have arrived in London safely. I have taken the liberty of ordering you a gown to wear for the fête being held in celebration for our victory at the Battle of Vitoria. My only worry is that the dress will not reach you in time, but if that is the case, you will wear it to the next party you are invited to, should there be one. Jaqueline let out an irritated huff, reading that particular line again, her pretty mouth set into a delicate frown. 

The Duke has asked me to, once again, impress upon you the necessity to find a husband. Both of us are fully aware that neither your accomplishments nor your temperament are desirable in a wife, but we will make do with your inadequacies for now, as soon they will be the issue of your husband. 

-- Augusta Manners, Duchess of Rutland. 

Jacqueline grimaced, throwing the letter with all of her force. The flimsy paper shuddered like a leaf in the wind before falling to the floor, barely an inch from where where she had thrown it from. Gingerly opening the parcel, Jacqueline found the dress inside to be quite beautiful. The white muslin, trimmed with blue lace, was elegantly made, but the young lady feared to touch the dress, lest it crumble under her hardened touch. The emotion passed, and upon touching the dress, Jacqueline saw that it did not crumble. Part of her wished it would -- out of spite for the Season, out of spite for the family, out of spite for the whole world in general. 

The sky, not yet dark, lingered oppressively outside her window, a grim reminder of what the world outside her room expected of her. Jacqueline grimaced again, the dress now the object of her scorn. Was it not enough that every inch of her life was marked with by fine lines so easily crossed but rarely dared, that every inch of her life was embroidered with artificial pleasantries, was it not enough that she belonged to the society, allowing herself to be examined like a brood mare? Was that not enough -- or did they have to paint over her body like a painting gone wrong? 

Her gilded cage seemed to be growing small by the minute, the kestrel expected to be a dove. 

“M’lady, do you wish to wear that dress instead?” The maid asked, apprehension clear in her voice. Jacqueline tilted her head, shaking out her curls. 

“No, Roberta - could you help me back into my yellow dress?” 

“The one you just threw off?” Roberta asked, her ruddy hands motioning to three other dresses, each one brighter than the last. 

“Yes, the one I just threw off,” Jacqueline commented with impatience, as if it should be obvious to the maid which dresses her unpredictable mistress wished to wear. The maid raised her eyes, like she dared to say something, but obliged, trapping Jacqueline into the gilded armor of her own choosing.

I have my duty to my family, but if must fight this battle, I will wear my armor -- and no one else’s. 

[nerdywhiteguystuff]

Gilded Armor

Hey there, just wanted to post this to see if anyone would be kind hearted enough to maybe gift me a set of gilded armor in Runscape :3 (or maybe a set of dragon armor)  My characters name is Taurielx. I would love whoever could gift me a set, really <3 And I would try my best to pay you back in the future when I can :) Thank you!!! ^_^