Lottie is now very confused. She was told to put on these clothes and no one explained. '...what do you think alotl?' The actual axolotl stares up at Lottie. 'Yeah I know, badass outfit that unfortunatly isn't my size so it doesn't look that cool...could probably adjust it to make it more adjustable...where are my scissors.' Alotl looks at a hat. 'Oop seems i forgot something...eh' Alotl stares intensly at the hat. '...ugh fine I'll put the damn hat on.' Lottie puts it on and immediately cringes. Not her style at all, definitely someone elses style and it probably seems cool to wear it to whoever owns this but not cool for her. Plus the material triggers her sensory issues. 'NOPE GET THE FUCKING HAT OFF ME' She hisses as she yeets the hat off. Alotl make a snickering sound. 'I love you and I hope you don't take this to heart, fuck you.' Alotl makes an "A h" face

Cain steps out of the changing room, seemingly a bit hesitant to do so. It was even written all over his face that he was uneasy at the outfit, how the clothing squeezed his skin, and left a good portion of it exposed to the cold air. "It's..." He begins to speak, but he could only continue with silence, trying to think of what to say. ".. I'm sorry, I don't really know if there's anything positive I can say about this.." He raised his shoulders to shrug, staying as stationary as possible. He was basically like a statue, legs glued together and his arms at his sides. It was getting awfully cold for him.

"It's just not my thing at all, really. These.. sleeve thingies.." Cain raised one of his arms up, pointing to the ripped arm sleeves on his forearms. ".. Did a bear get to these or something? I just don't get it.. I don't get this outfit at all. Don't you get cold in something like this? Not at all?" He asks, crossing his arms for warmth. "I'd like to switch back to my clothes, please. I think I'd prefer those." The manager demanded, now becoming visibly impatient, as he's been inching back to the changing room this whole time.

@ np, Cain's outfit is pretty much all there in his character reference/gallery, but to give a quick rundown, black turtleneck, a flower hairclip (usually a black rose, but any flower is ok), a double-breasted longcoat, two golden necklaces, one being similar to that of dog tags, dress pants with a belt, and finally some oxford shoes. he is indeed a big guy (199 cm/6'7) so his clothes might be a little big on some. 

" well, it's, uh. " alderic tugs at the turtleneck, trying to give himself a little space to breathe. agh, textures. " it's a little militaristic for me, no offense, but . . . it's nice. one moment. "

the prince of vertis goes to find a mirror. this looks a little more like something to cedric's liking -- it certainly fits the aesthetic of elysium. all the same, it's very sleek and classy -- a nice outfit for a soldier. but not one for a vertisian -- oh no. he enjoys his elegant, princely fashion a little too much.

  " hm. " he bows to cain, polite as ever. " it's. not to my liking, but -- erm. thank you for letting me try it on anyways. "

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oh, this poor soul. when alderic found him, he'd just been on another one of his walks -- wandering the streets of this strange town, trying to gather information on it. he never thought he'd find a vampire left out to dry, the subject of a cruel prank. 

he might not have been one of his people, but like hell was alderic going to let someone suffer this level of indignity. he led poor ozwald off into a private room, changing himself into a slightly more laid-back version of the outfit set out for him. the only thing missing from the ensemble was a golden, sword-shaped lapel -- sorry, ozwald. that stayed with alderic no matter what. claiming gifts and all -- they were very important for children of the grimm realm.

  " it suits you, " the eladrin assured cain, a gentle smile on his face. " . . . . ah. if you're not comfortable in it, though, i should have some extra sets. "

  your majesty? the vertisian prince subtly lit up in response to the title. he liked the sound of that -- wait. maybe he oughtn't look so excited to be called such a royal title. he was, objectively speaking, a prince. and ( objectively speaking ) the heir to the throne. ah, but his big head would get the better of him. he needed to show a little modesty.

  " well, if you need help, i've . . . . got some time on my hands. " alderic inclined his shoulders in a shrug. " honestly, how immature of those thieves. stealing someone's clothes like that -- it's just classless. "

  a pause. 

  " that's up to you, of course. but as prince of vertis, i should have some sway against them. "

It wasn't a fun moment when some bastard decided it would be a good idea to steal his cloth's after somehow managing to knock him out, which was something Oz still wondered how they managed to do that, Some people who decided to play a joke on him, stripped him up and left him out. They would certainly hope he'd never get his hands on them because he'd definitely give them quite the lesson. He was just glad they didn't have his prosthetic, knocked out, once figured out, it was easy to take it away and it made him realize he'd have to be more careful with a specific little box he couldn't afford to lose.

Oz looked at himself in the mirror after adjusting the final piece of the outfit, the exception being considering he didn't need to wear it and to be fair, it really did give him quite the regal look. Yet, it wasn't exactly his style, but he wasn't one to complain when someone lended him cloth's when he needed and he honestly did not expect a prince out of all these peoples. With an awkward chuckle, he mumbled "Something tells me my wife would either enjoy it or sass me even more if she saw me dressed like that." It honestly wasn't that uncomfortable. And considering Alderic was slightly on the taller side, they did fit the vampire pretty well. They didn't have a huge size difference. He looked at both his hands, one of them being a prosthetic and casually, he mumbled "Do you happen to have a pair of gloves as well?" most of the time preferring to cover his hands for personal reasons. Not that he was bothered that his prosthetic would show, and some time he did talk about it, but it was some odd preference.

It honestly didn't look bad on him, yet it wasn't exactly his style. Of course Oz was used to dress up, had different formal attires. He was a fancy man with eccentric taste. He wasn't even a huge fan of royals, though this particular one seemed to be fine. "I'm- Sorry I guess I'm not used to seeing myself like that." he chuckled again as he swiftly turned around and bowed in a polite gester "Thank you, your majesty?" he wasn't even certain how he was meant to act around a prince, was it like in the movies? "It's very kind of you, at least I won't get to run around naked. If I can find who stole my cloth's, would be even better, or else I'll go find some spare cloth's and bring those back cleaned out!"

I enjoyed your post, Fizzle XD Heres a follow up!

Ozwald was the first person Roswell saw that was, roughly his height, roughly his built, roughly at the wrong place at the right time. The thief quickly looked over his shoulder as he plucked one of Ozwald’s waistcoats from its hanger.
“Oi promise yer dat oi will return it,” the thief said. Showing the bar owner his most disarming smile. “Oi just need to get sum… People.. Of me tailcoat, of me chase,” he said as he tucked his arms into his sleeves. The dark vest was well maintained and of good quality. The thief couldn’t help but let his finger linger over the shiny buttons for a second too long. “Yer know what’s it loike,” he said while shifting his gaze back to the vest original owner. “Silver tongue ‘n angry people,” he vaguely explained. “Got sum debts.”

Roswell now picked up the other’s neck tie and quickly started to knot it around his own neck.
“So,” he said while his fingers darted around. Filling the silence between them with his words again. “What’s a showman doin’ predentin’ to be a barman,” he asked. Roswell’s eye shot back at the other. “Oi mean, sure, barman shows can earn yer sum coin.” The crooked thief couldn’t help but smile. “But a man loike yerself is built for de bigger world? Roi? Stages, plays, posters. Theaters. What’s ties,” his fingers finally fasted the necktie, “yer down? Family? Kids?”
Roswell patted down his new outfit. “Whatever it is oi’m thankful of it. At least sumone ‘ere grew to a decent height,” he said. Roswell’s gaze was still fixated on his new outfit as he outstretched his hand toward Ozwald.
“Can oi lend yer hat as well? We can swap, yer can hold me hat hostage. Uh, a bail. Fraction loan, yer know. Oi get sum of yer stuff, yer sum of moine,” he said. Roswell looked up and pressed his most innocent smile on his face.
The people he was indebted too were particularly looking for someone wearing a red fez. Not someone that was wearing a hat with goggles on them. "Nd we can trade them back when this is all over." 

Bump!

Feel free to interact with any of my other characters if Roswell doesn't strike your fancy.

Being caught in a heavy rain, he tried meeting with his colleagues but none of them were around, just that strange man who reached out prior. His usual cases were never so... Questionable, though he was too exhausted to care. The man would offer a quick change of clothes and Martell would unwittingly follow his 'client' somewhere private, he was perturbed by the situation but felt like he should oblige anyways. About time he'd quit feeling like a wet cat. The man would insist holding onto his jacket and other clothing, Martell found this strange, but thought it was just a temporary thing. He'd go ahead and change out of sight, reluctantly leaving his jacket out of reach. He wasn't too happy about trading, but he wasn't fond of being soaking wet either.

"Guh, yeah... Yeah that's fine, just don't dig in my pockets... I dunno why I gave you incentive..." He slurred, groggily slipping on the shirt and deep blue jacket he was given. It was the right amount of weight upon his shoulders, albeit a bit too wide. He wasn't exactly burly like the other man, he was more of a sad burlap sack so everything fit a little loosely. Martell briefly looked himself over, the jacket was strangely comfortable when buttoned up, the texture wasn't too bad either. Though he did feel it was incredibly unfitting for him, far too classy and stylish, maybe. He briefly looked back at the guy with a hint of suspicion in his gaze, catching him off guard with the sudden eye contact. "Oh-" He casually looked away again, shifting around as he pulled his soiled socks off.  "Remind me why you're so adamant about holding onto that?" He said, hesitating as he was about to slip on the boots. Nevermind, he settled for being barefoot instead. No way he was putting those on, he thought as he took off his glasses to clasp a hand over his face. Bad decision, he turned to see a navy blue blur out the corner of his eye. That was his jacket, wasn't it?

Haha follow up time (ok I finished). The sketch is so good,,, why do men's clothes kind of suit her? vvv

I chose to use this outfit

Rivers twirled in the long dress, he couldn’t fully enjoy it as he was trying his absolute best to keep the dress as clean as possible. He wasn’t sure why he’d been given such a beautiful dress to wear, especially to borrow. The dress felt smooth, it was also significantly colder than his usual outfit. The random injuries and bruises spotting the couriers body were now almost completely visible, Rivers didn’t deserve to wear something this pretty he thought to himself. Despite this he would still be kind of sad to return it..

"What the..?"
Alora held up her arms from her sides, the visible portion of her face twisting into something of disgust and confusion. There was a silent moment as she lifted and felt the coat in her hands, wondering about its quality.
She never left her town, and at first, she thought it was a wonderful idea. Go to a new village, check out their items, maybe catch up with news at the bar.. and now they had lost a bet, and had to wear this stranger's clothes. She did note that the coat and pants felt rugged, as if the wearer had been through lots of places.
They continued to stumble around for a little more, the boots noticeably too large for them and making large thuds as they walked. But soon they had their fill, and approached the stranger again.
"Truly a thrilling experience," She sighed, sarcasm present. "I can probably guess you'd want this back, though."
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@ NP, Alora is an adolescent, so her clothes might be smaller than usual. Her clothes are also in a monotone palette, unless you're wearing her mask too!

Judas was glad he had tried on this outfit. During his recent escapades trying on new clothes, he never found ones that hit the mark by matching both his style and size. Thankfully, though, Alora's wear was nothing short of awesome. She was around the same height as him and even had a fun choker (clearly the most important part). It almost felt like it was meant to be.

The only complaint he would make was that the attire was a little drab. No, that was an understatement - it was just downright boring for their taste. There wasn't a fleck of color to be found anywhere, which was weird considering he had seen so many vibrant hues when Alora put it on. What was the deal?

He thought about it before realizing. The mask, duh!

Excited as ever, Judas put the mask on their face. The world around him seemed to change through its lenses. When he looked down, he saw that the dull outfit once put on him had transformed into an artist's palette catered to his tastes. Leggings with stripes, a cool purple jacket, the rainbow spiked choker...how could his day get any better?

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np: judas's ref sheet is first in his gallery but there are more interesting fits to try out, feel free to do another oc if they look cooler

Now, it wasn't often Gold had worn clothing to its breaking point, but never before had it happened during one of his travels! And this was not just one minor seam tearing or a hole too large to sew back together but small enough for a patch—it lay in scattered remains, charred, destroyed beyond any repair but to turn it into patch scraps after he returned home. But, for a little longer, he'd endure the tattered garments until he could get to the nearby town and find something suitable to wear. 

...Which by suitable, the gods take to mean far too short for his liking. The only thing he could manage to find in the Greek town was an odd wrapped garment, the likes of which he hadn't seen anyone wear before—save for Kia'nia, but only as a decorative outer layer—not as the entire ensemble! He was lucky enough to find one young human willing to part with one of these garments for a measly little pouch of amber and gold coin, which was not nearly enough to convince anyone else of parting with just one of their wrappings. When the much taller Elf donned the Greek garment, the fabric fell just above his knees and hardly allowed for much in the movement department. And green...it certainly was not *his* color, let's say. 

But despite this,  Gold knew this was the best that could be done, at least for now. So he trudged his way home, not halting until he had reached the comforts of his own room, where he promptly changed into something more.. him. 

Before he could forget,  though, he made sure to neatly fold the used (and then cleaned) garment and place it in a well-made leather satchel as a packaging item—he had plenty, and it would be wrong not to return the boy's clothing if it was never going to be worn by him again. He attached a note of thanks, packed with it another little pouch of gold coin and a note ("to the boy who let me purchase his clothes, thank you, and I am returning them now. Please keep the satchel and the coin as an extra token of gratitude" verbatim) , and channeled his magic to send the parcel to where he recalled meeting the boy. Hopefully it got to him...the Elf wouldn't ever know. 

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@ np— Gold has several outfits, go wild with what your oc wears! Just tell me which one you're using^^

// I hope this is ok ! I went with the one with the scarf :D // 

Estella's affairs are always with the afterlife. Never the living. Hence why she's so prone to getting lost on the rare occasion she decides to pop down to mortal plains. As well as having no need to keep a closet for whenever she did. This time, it was no different. Only she got lucky. Having run into Gold, it was clear the Ex-Goddess was out of place. From the way she spoke to her attire. Adapting to the language was easy, the clothing on the other hand was a different story...

She was grateful for Gold's kindness. And more so when he lend her his clothes. 

"Oh this is wonderful!" Stretching her arms out, Estella spun to look over herself. And the new outfit that now adorned her. It was certainly new... and different.  Those who found the Witch often gave her dresses. Fancy gowns that accentuated her beauty, Nothing of this sort. Perhaps that's why she was so fond of it. Another new experience to add to her growing archive. It was cozy too... she liked it. Evidently so. Her ears fluttering pleasantly as she moved to brush over the scarf around her neck. Something familiar and much more subtle compared to the cloak she usually wore. Wanting to fit in more, She even tied her abnormally long hair up like the latter. A long braid now draped over her shoulder.

Speaking of, Estella was so caught up in her excitement, she'd almost forgotten about the man in the room. Her pale complexion immediately tinting with a darker silver blush. Out of both embarrassment and shame for her behavior.

"Where are my manners? im so sorry... If you wish I can change back. You do not have to lend me these. I don't mind cleaning them either, of course. Oh! I will also compensate you- for all you've done for me. Thank you, dear friend."

@ np Here's her outfit ! She also wears a black cloak covered in silver accessories and accents. It's as long as her hair so, it trails behind her as she walks. This is probably the closest i can find to it since I dont have it drawn yet T^T

Ether didn't know how he found himself in this situation; he was wearing another person's outfit, and it sure felt.. odd. He began to know this 'Estella' to be somewhat similar to him, due to their ability to move from mortal plane to the next plane of reality, which led them to have the slightest friendship forming, if you can even call it one. He doesn't exactly recall how all of this happened, but he most definitely remembered speaking to Estella for a short moment, and then he was wearing her outfit the next. Ether froze for a moment, looking down at this new attire that just seemed to magically replace his usual outfit, his face contorting out of confusion and the slightest hint of embarrassment.

He felt the tight cloth wrap around his body, which was most definitely one of the parts that threw him off the most; Ether didn't enjoy the feeling of anything right against his skin at all. The next thing that was brought to his attention was the chest opening. There was nothing truly wrong with the design choice, though it did make him feel quite exposed when he didn't want to be. Other than those specific features of the witches outfit, he didn't mind anything else surprisingly. Sure, it felt mildly odd to have accessories wrapped around his arms, shoulders, and such, but it was nothing too bad to worry about. Besides from the base of her outfit, the extremely long cloak that wrapped around his shoulders made him feel a bit less exposed than he would have without it.

"This is.. something I was not expecting in the slightest." Ether mumbled out, still looking down at himself. As soon as he looked back up, he grabbed the edges of the long cloak, pulling them over to cover his body a bit more. With a slight sigh of defeat that came from his mouth, he looked at Estella in the face with a very passive aggressive expression on his face. He just stared at her for a few good seconds, emphasizing his displeasure in wearing her usual outfit.

Ether then shrugged before making a comment, "Anyway, would you be so kind to return my own outfit? I would appreciate that way more than you think. Thank you very much."

@ NP: his outfit !! he wears like 2 layers thats held together with a coreset lmao. his pants are just some regular formal black pants and shoes so/// have fun with it hehe

inoue Claimmmmmmmmmm hehe ))

Gratitude washed over Isaac as he reflected on the unexpected act of kindness from Ether. Despite enduring a grueling day, handcuffed together and fighting their way out of the clutches of their captors, Ether had come to his aid by offering him a change of clothing. In the chaos of their escape, Isaac's attire had suffered, bearing tears and damage that rendered it unsuitable for public appearance. It was a relief to have someone like Ether extend a helping hand in such a practical and thoughtful manner, allowing Isaac to at least wear something while the outlaw mended his own clothes.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, the outlaw diligently worked on mending his torn clothes, his trusty gun safely wrapped and placed nearby. Isaac had opted to forego the corset that Ether typically wore, recognizing that his physique was not suited for such restrictive attire. Unlike Ether's formal black pants, Isaac was accustomed to wearing black trousers of a less formal nature. However, it was the top that posed a slight challenge. The loose, light-colored blouse-like garment that was intended for Ether's frame appeared slightly stretched on Isaac's broader shoulders and more ample chest.

Still, however, Isaac was not one to complain.  He showed his appreciation by grinning as he continued to work on his clothes. "I appreciate the clothes," he expressed warmly, his words carrying a sense of sincerity. "I'll make sure not to ruin 'em as I quickly patch up my own. Been a helluva day, hasn't it?" Isaac's voice, laced with a mix of exhaustion and camaraderie.

NP: Isaac would probably let someone borrow his coat if it's raining, or cold! Maybe they got their clothes wet/dirty and needed to borrow his wardrobe