(Archimedes usually swears, take note of this warning)

Archimedes woke up in the morning, he saw a pile of clothes lying on the floor. He doesn't remember where it came from, though it may have been from someone who forgot to get their clothes. It happens sometimes in the squat, where people forgot to bring their things. 

He picked up the green jacket lying on the floor "This looks comfortable", Archimedes sees himself contented on the green jacket's fit. He picked up the blue, ripped denim on the floor, as he tries to wears it, Archimedes began to feel discomfort by the texture and the holes "skata!", he shouted "How the fuck am I going to move freely with this tight pants, and the ripped parts... I don't like showing myself too much." He touches the pants and he investigates the pockets "This is why I find denim shit, it makes me itch! There aren't even more pockets to put stuff inside!"

He picked up the pair of blue socks "Colored socks... Not enough to conceal", and he proceeds to wear the red Converse shoes "Skata, how am I supposed to protect my toes from this!" Archimedes complained, he touched the toe part of the shoe and felt that it squeezes easily. "This is why I wear boots, it's more comfortable than some sneakers"

"Whoever left the clothes here must have been partying last night" He proceeds to remove the clothes and returned to his usual wear. "It's not damn protective and comfortable for me, I hope someone get their belongings after the party".

NP: Archimedes' usually wear in a more... witchy tech punk fashion, has this one (no coat variant with mask, variant with the baglamas) or this casual wear.

Brand doesn’t say anything for a while, looking down at the unfamiliar outfit, conveniently shrunk to his size by the powers that be. He tugs a bit at the turtleneck, but for as different as it is from his usual wear, he finds it surprisingly comfortable. The weight of the long coat on his shoulders is a bit like a heavy blanket, the boots are thick and sturdy, and once he thinks he’s found all the pockets he could possibly want, he finds another. The pants are… a little roomy, but they’re certainly moveable. All the dangling straps make him feel rather dramatic when he walks, tapping against his legs with every step. “All black, too…” He likes black! It looks good on him. But this seems a little much, he enjoys his color accents- still, it only contributes to feeling like he could step right into a movie screen like this.

…Come to think of it, Brand doesn’t remember ever seeing someone dressed like this in real life. In movies and games maybe, and he’s seen clothes like these for sale online… It makes sense though, considering he got them off a guy who also looks straight off a screen. That guy had to be a vampire, or at least very committed to his aesthetic. Brand frowns, tugging at the strap around his wrist, unclasping and clasping the buckle a few times as he thinks. How much did this whole outfit have to cost- from the boots to the coat, it all seems high quality; it’s even waterproof! “Um… you’re probably wanting these back. Thank you for letting me try though, it’s… really cool. Oh, that might’ve sounded sarcastic, but I meant it.” With that, he starts carefully removing the outfit gloves first. 

NP- you can use Brand's default outfit with the spade shirt

v Brand's whole face goes red at the veiled distaste. "It's fine if you don't like it, but you don't have to be... nevermind. I just want it back." That is in fact true about his jeans, but he's not about to admit that!

"Oh..."

The winter fae froze, checking out his new outfit in the mirror. It was... Awfully plain. The tank top revealed too much of his chest, something that made Mystral quite uncomfortable. Wearing jeans was also uncomfortable for the fae. If he had to wear pants, he'd rather wear silk. Overall, this was not the fit for Mystral. The only thing he did like, however, was the boots. The bright red wasn't his colour, but they were comfortable. If it was light blue, it would be perfect. 

"Well... It certainly is something..." Mystral added with a sigh. "Your clothes... Are both restricted... But free. I can't make heads or tails with it." He turns to Brand, with a smile on his face. It was an awkward smile, but he tried his best to seem happy. "I don't think these clothes are for me. Your clothes are ripped and revealing... Hmm... Are your jeans old? If you need new jeans, I can help you buy some." He assumed that Brand wore ripped jeans because they were old and worn out. Maybe he couldn't afford newer jeans...?

He pulls the oversized, heavy coat over his shoulders and brings the opening to align with his chest. The shirt beneath is a button up, an article of clothing he’s not exactly used to but has more or less, seen presented among humanity. His first impression about J’s attire is that it’s heavy and hot. Though he often wore coats around to keep warm, they weren’t nearly as thick as this one; not to mention as long. To be honest, this one felt like it’d give the average human body heat stroke, even in the cold. Was J naturally cold?

He soon pulls  a clean wad of gauze wrap over his head and drapes it across an eye. It’s difficult to see out of and as he ties more around his forehead, he finds his vision to be completely off. How J managed to perceive the world with only one good eye was beyond him. Of course it was possible to do (there was no doubting that); but he’d never been more grateful for having two good eyes. He could see so much more with them.

Turning to her, he presents himself with a simple cant of his head and bashful smile. Even if she was smaller than he was, the coat was still a bit large on his frame and didn’t look right. Maybe it didn’t help that his wings were giving his back a bit of a hunched look. 

[VICIOUS MY WRITING JUST POOPED ITSELF I AM SO SORRY, BUT HE WANTED TO WEAR HER CLOTHES]

"My friend, these are marvelous!" 

Marlowe had never seen clothes of this fashion before. Ever a fan of the new, he did a little twirl. The muted colors were quite a contrast to the warlock's normal attire, more similar to what he may encounter in the Unseelie Court. Yet, he enjoyed the cool contrast to his warmer skin tone. It was different and frankly, that's what mattered most to him. If anything, his legs felt a bit exposed, but experiencing the breeze on his legs was in and of itself a new beautiful experience. His favorite touch was the little bow placed on his head. The pretty accessory added some beauty to his hair's unruly landscape. After his long exposure to fey, Marlowe was hesitant to give his thanks to anyone, but Michael deserved it for this fun opportunity.

Salvador's fingers gently adjusted the blue bow tie around his neck. The fabric felt soft, unlike anything he'd felt before The heavy, unevenly distributed weight of the shoulder cape was somewhat familiar to him, but this cloak felt floatier. Lighter, than he'd expected it to be.
"You are not from this plane," Salvador bluntly barked. Before looking at the clothing's original owner. Salvador eyed Marlowe. The fingers around the bow tie eased. "The clothing," he sputtered. "It gives you away." Salvador's gaze dropped back to his new outfit. The boots were way too long for him, the heel too unstable. The belts around his waist made a soft jingle sound when he moved. This outfit was a dead sentence to every thief. Still... Salvador's fingers reached back for the bow tie, and he carefully swung his hip, allowing the cape to move, allowing the belts to tinkle. He'd never felt so beautiful before.
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For NP: Sal got a cosy jumper outfit, a memeworthy bathing suit or a more practical thief outfit (with a cool cape!! Just saying!) His grappling hook is a staple of his design/personality, feel free to add that to your outfit as well! (Its a cool accessory that helps you STEAL things!) 

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He eyed Tanya for a few seconds. Was it really smart to teach a 17-year-old magical girl how to use a dievenklauw? He hid his hands in the pockets of his spare pants and shrugged. "Sure," he said. "It's pretty easy to use." 

"Блин блять...It doesn't look that bad." Tanya murmured as she observed herself in the mirror. She would never wear such an outfit on her own volition(seriously tho it looked like something her granddad would wear) but still the cape was fine and that hook... "Hey, Flan!" She adressed the floating creature beside her, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Do you think I could use this thing to get beer from stores?"  The creature didn't reply, just observing the whole situation disapprovingly. "Ну и похуй." 

She finally turned her attention to the clothes' original owner "Hey дедуля! Could you maybe teach me how to use this hook thing?" 

"For magical girl duties of course" She quickly added glancing at Flan. 

(Tanya called Salvador gramps in russian, sorry but anyone older than 20 is automatically ancient for her ;;)

NP: Tanya has all her outfits in the wardrobe tab choose any you like ^^

Priscilla wore on her face, the biggest frown known to man.  Here she stood, hands on her hips in an overly sized hoodie, some legging and some fun socks. This was it?  This is what Tanya's wardrobe consisted of?!  Where were the colors?  The loud expressive patterns that made outfits speak volumes on their wearer's personality.  Priscilla hated the normalcy of it all, it wasn't fun at all!  It didn't speak to her extraordinary personality!

The pink rabbit, tugs at the fabric on her with a loud huff before sending Tanya the most judgmental look she could, "So like, is black your favorite color or somethin'? This seems to be like your...getup." Was Priscilla even trying to conceal her judgement? No...unfortunately, evident by the tone of her voice. 

The last thing Priscilla probably wants is her clothes to be borrowed by her feral fellow thief, but did she really have a choice in the matter? He'd been tasked with the unfortunate duty of doing the laundry, on account of Adrien and Priscilla both telling him that no, he can't wear the same hoodie every day for a month and it was starting to really fucking stink. So there he was, sorting the laundry with a pout on his face when he got to Priscilla's. A grin spreads across his face, and he suits up in her signature puffy jacket, skirt, and pigtails. Yes, he changes right into her clothes while in the laundry room. Thankfully, he's alone.

"Hey, guess who I am?" Five cackles, busting back into the apartment with a laugh. "Weehhhh I'm annoying and pink bleh bleh-" 

Ah. Fuck. She's right there with Adrien. He pauses for a moment, and then continues on with his jabbering, making dumb faces.

"Clearly, the owner of this dress has a very good taste in fashion, it may look very simple but look at all those details and the tailoring. " Seren said to herself, twirling in front of the mirror elegantly. The long white dress she is wearing might be a bit revealing for a chilly evening event in the garden, but Seren learned not to mind the cold. She could tell from the silken fabric that it was made of high quality, just like the ones she have in her own closet. Seren loves simpler designs as they seem more graceful than those heavy frilly gowns her peers usually wear, not to mention it really shows off her long neck. 

"Whoever the owner is, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your dress for the evening."  

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Seren has a lot of dresses, feel free to try on any c:

Hanako has always adored dresses. So when he was given the opportunity to try one on, he immediately jumped on it… Everything about it was simply perfect. From the frills on the cuffs of the sleeves to the pattern that spun around the fabric. Looking at his reflection, there was a small hint of awe on his face before it switched to the brightest and most radiant smile. Lifting up the skirt, the creature did a small spin, the heels making satisfying clacking sounds with each step. Eventually, Hanako had spun to appear right in front of Vesper, a look of genuine joy on his features. “This is gorgeous !” They chirped, hands reaching out to clasp the other’s “Thank you so much for letting me try it on !”

Raising a hand, Hanako lifted the veil. He definitely couldn't adorn something like this on a daily. Not with his current lifestyle and the amount of people wanting him dead at least. It would be oh so tragic if he got blood on something as pretty as this. 

 “Unfortunately I can't wear something like this every day… So I always like to relish in moments like these. I truly am grateful, Vesper” 

@ NP here's his ref :3. Hanako wears mostly revealing skin tight clothing because it's easy and fast access to his powers.