Thycis blinks when the change happens. "What kind of spell..." His hands come to the scarf around his neck. "It's warm..." He walks briskly through the Salisburg castle, ignoring any looks he gets. The outfit he sees when he makes it to the mirror in his room makes him frown. "This is nothing like the current style." He looks at the hat on his head and long, draping sleeves. "The sleeves could be a fashion statement... if only they weren't such a bright yellow." He holds the edges of the coat in his hands and turns this way and that. "The shoes could work, except for that yellow again." The elf glances down at the huge bracelet, his free hand coming to feel the earrings. "So heavy..." Just as soon as it appeared the spell brings his clothes back to him. Thycis sighs with relief. "I should remember that coat, I'll try to describe it to the stylist. Maybe a nice grey would work."

Thycis has his royal attire and his assassin kit. Take your pick!

Amar fumbles around in her new outfit a little bit. She had heard from her co-workers that she wasnt the first to be put into what they call it, ‘absolute torture’. She looks down at her feet, her arms as she flopped around with the sleeves, and than lastly, she fiddens with the bow. The mysterious person, who had summoned her into this place, this white void, has also handed her a wig, but Amar quickly refuses it. And then the entity disappears in a poof of smoke, and Amar is left alone in her new outfit. She thinks back at how her peers described the experience. Izanami described it as ‘absolutely humiliating’ and Kuni complained how she cooked herself alive. And Amar chuckled to herself- this wasnt so bad! It could use a little more color but Amar likes how fancy it was, the pink of the bow matches with her’s a little! She continues to fumble around and does a little spin. It actually looks a little nice! Amar always wondered what it be like to wear one of these, but otherworldly work got in the way and she was always busy, whether its to murder another boarie hoard or babysit Lisha again. Amar sighs, this was quite the experience! She grins a little, and wonders: If she were to run off with it, would anyone notice? Her grin expands. But then the strange entity appears again and reverses everything. Amar threw a fit afterwards.

But overall, 10/10. Amar enjoyed the experience! 

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( mistieko sorry if some things are inaccurate/short here; the character doesn’t have anything on their profile other than a ref image so i tried my best to go off of the image @_@ also srry for merlin being a little dumb here, that’s just him being picky LOL)

Today, Merlin would learn a valuable lesson: Never borrow clothes from some rando who is more akin to a supernatural deity than a regular human being. Even though his actual clothes became tattered from a rough fight just hours ago. It’s not that it’s that bad of a thing, but such a style of clothing didn’t fit the scarred man, not one bit. It was just too… ‘pure’ for him, for a lack of a better word. The thick fur on the upper torso and shoulders was starting to itch at his skin the longer he had it on, and it was clear that this wasn’t exactly the best choice for him.

Really, thin and short clothing wasn’t his style. Much of his larger scar was exposed, while it would be nice to cover it up, he didn’t mind it too bad. At least the wing motifs on some of the ornaments, as well as the few patterns scattered about the pieces were kinda cool.

“Y’know what… You can have this stuff back, I’m not in such a dire need for a change of clothes.” The ex-Marine shook his head, carefully taking of the thin white scarf from his shoulders. “I think having footwear would be more suitable for me, anyways. But that’s just me. By the way, don’t these clothes bother you sometimes? Like, what if they get caught in something, like a door? Or what happens if this stuff just flies off in the wind?” Now that he asks these kinds of things, he probably sounds a little stupid, yet he still asks with genuine curiosity.

Regardless, he wouldn’t be keeping the clothes on any longer anyways; he’d rather just keep the beaten up clothes that he was originally in.

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@np Merlin’s clothes are pretty easy to figure out; scarf (sometimes), leather jacket, dress shirt/tie/pants, combat boots. He is tall so his clothing may be kinda big on y/c if they’re smaller obv

Rivers felt comfortable in the clothes he’d been given, sure they were a bit big on him but it wasn’t horrible. Quietly he fidgeted with the pins adorned to the jackets lapel, he was thankful to be offered a change of clothes after his already beaten up clothes got ruined in a previous fight that ended up being more than he could handle on his own. His only real gripe with the clothes he’d been given was the dress pants, who in their right mind would be comfortable wearing dress pants all the time. It was beyond him but then again there were plenty of people who did wear dress pants 90% of the time, like all the gamblers on the strip and crap like that, maybe Rivers was the weird one here. He didn’t dwell on it too long, anyways it wasn’t his place to complain when Merlin didn’t have to give him clothes to change into. The jacket was nice though, it reminded Rivers of a few friends of his.
“Thank you for the clothes, I appreciate it” He said, smiling at Merlin, “I’ll try n return them as soon as possible, I promise” 

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@ NP Rivers technically has two “different” outfits but there’s no huge difference between them minus a few accessories so it doesn’t really matter, also he’s 5’8 if you care about that 

Asher tries the clothing and she can't stop flicking the coat with her hand. since the man is taller than her the clothing is too big for her height

"I like the cowboy aesthetic" she fingers guns him "I like your taste in style, it's like post-modern apocalypse vibes" she spins while looking at the coat

"now" she holds her glasses "Tash!" she takes them off, her expression suddenly changes then looks at the clothing her body is shaking she tried to put a thump up. her face is full of fear

"Asher, please switch. I'm scared..." She put her glasses on then her expression change one hundred and eighty degrees "Tash said she liked them" she put on a bright smile and a thumbs up

Mosuboshi wasn't sure why he was made this clothing but he didn't like how they felt on him. The mask was odd and looked extremely childish compared to his boar mask. The fake cat mouth couldn't compare to the head of a beast. 

And the jacket and shirt made him feel tight and uncomfortable. He wasn't fond of clothing that covered his arms, feeling too restrained. He wanted to feel the elements on his skin, not block them out. What the heck where the things on his shorts? Ropes? A weapon? He couldn't tell. The shoes were unable to handle his outdoor activities. At that point he might as well wear no shoes. The socks were silly looking as they stretched up near his knees.

"Grr I look ridiculous!! Where are my good clothes. I can't conquer beasts in this!"

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@ new person: he wears the boar's fur on his legs for warmth

Miles tried on the pants, they felt heavy but pretty comfortable. "Ok these are kinda sick I can't lie" He said with a grin, admiring meticulous craftsmanship as he walked around in them a little.

He felt a little awkward without a shirt on, but played it off the best he could. It wasn't the warmest day so he shivered a little too, but the pants kept him warm enough.

"Yoo whatt!" He picked up the boar head and held it out in front of him, the weight of it both surprising and oddly intriguing in his hands. His eyes were fixated on the life like details. "Is this real??" He examined it with deep interest before putting it on. It sure was heavy, and a little stuffy, but he felt pretty cool wearing it.

The outfit felt oddly empowering, as if he'd stepped into a character from a forgotten legend. "Yeahh this is nice!"

The shoes Salvador had stolen didn’t fit him. They were worn to a point that they were formed after one's feet. Someone else's feet. The jacket was nice though, a bit long, but nice. The shirt, one with a text on it that Salvador couldn’t read (it was the font that gave him difficulties) and a pair of black jeans. Carefully, Salvador’s fingers traced the edges of the shirt.
Even though he didn’t know what the shirt was supposed to say, even though he has never worn a t-shirt before, Salvador decided that he liked it. Liked enough even to steal it.
“Huh,” he simply stated. As his fingers traced the printed band logo. “How radical.” How radical indeed.

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Your OC can try on this outfit! the cape is made out of wool, his hat out of reed! 

He was worried that it would not fit yet fortunately it does, albeit the shoes were a little tight on the sides.... However, this is not entirely what Barnabas thought fashion in the Illvenitte kingdom is like.... Though the man he stole from came from the Illvenitte kingdom, It was quite clear he was not from there. While he did enjoy the brown wool cape, he could not care for the loud color and pattern of the vest he wore, its yellow too saturated for his liking rivaled only by the bright red scarf hung around his neck. This.... and with the lack of armour.... well.... there is the golden gauntlet he stole from the man's right hand....... I guess it could be useful when in a fist fight in he flowery kingdom.....

HIs eyes glanced at the man he stole the clothes from... some how where it was once just a pile of grass, the patch of grass that he was lying on had sprouted so many poppy flowers.....

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The fit >:]

Ryker scowled at the thought of putting on the "costume" his friend brought him. He started by putting on the bodysuit which was... way larger than he thought. Safe to say he looked like a cow wearing pants. He struggled to make it fit at least a little then quickly tightened the corset thing so that at least it wouldn't fall off. After he fixed it, he hoppend inside the boots that were a little bit better then throwed on the jacket which was uncomfortably big for him. A few moments of consideration later he attempted to put on the actual armor, however first he still had to put on gloves- he noticed one of them only had holes for 2 fingers! How was he supposed to wear it like that? He completely dropped the idea of the gloves and turned his attention back at the armor. As he tried lifting the shoulder piece, the bodysuit came loose, his twig body lost balance and he fell. "That's it for wearing a sexy knight costume or whatever, I'm just not going anywhere at this point."

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he hands you a completely generic stinky teenager fit  + headphones

(its been 6 days, ill try to move this along :") if that's alright)

This was certainly one of the oddest articles of clothing that he had ever had to see in his life... standing inside a closet, he looked at the clothes he was given by his fellow knights once more. When he asked where they were able to find the outfit, they simply said that the young blonde prince had found an old rusted warforged that seemed to have no longer worked on their way here. A green armored jacket with grey shoulder pads that he had no idea how to close, a pair of Gauntlets that seemed to bear patterns he'd never seen from the other kingdoms before, brown pants that seemed to be trying its best to fit around his thighs, just a single brown boot and a very odd looking hat that seemed to have thick flaps on either side of it... He grimaced at the thought of wearing all these things at once, knowing that he would look ridiculous in it. But he lost the bet, He has to uphold his words. Sucking up his pride, he finally placed on the silly hat and walked out of the closet to the other knight's anticipation.

As he expected, they all began howling in laughter as his face turned a light shade of pink. The ill-fitting and very strange outfit had made Barnabas look hilarious to them. It was just so strange with its unusual patterns. Barnabas scowled as they kept on laughing for a few more minutes, making his way to his spot in the circle.......

The fit.

Kass stares at her reflection, tilting her head incredulously. She's not one to judge others' for their choices—least of all, fashion ones—but this was just weird! Why would anyone walk around wearing such bulky and metal-y stuff?

Oh, maybe they're like, part of an army or something? A soldier?

Kass glances at her phone, where one of her subscribers had dared her to wear the outfit in question. With a huff, she walks over to the camera and turns it back on.

As soon as her stream is live, the cat wryly begins, "There ya happy now @yuknowiknow?" All her viewers started laughing and joking, quickly breaking through Kass' faux petulence. Some did praised her and another few even suggested how to make the clothes work more.

Eventually, after about an hour of storytelling on how she even got the stuff to begin with, she turns the stream. A lighter smile dances across her lips. At least, she made someone's day.

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Np: outfit is the ic pic

Alejandra stared at the reflection in her mirror, unsure of how best to take the situation. It’s not that it was a bad outfit, far from actually, Kassidy had gifted her a nice blue jacket to go with her shimmering orange dress, and the knee-high socks with shoes were a nice touch.

The problem was that it really wasn’t “her” type of outfit. Alejandra was more of a shorts or jeans type of girl. This dress sort of combination reminded her of cheerleading. Not that she knew anything about cheerleading but still.

“I-I’m sure that Kassidy person meant well when they sent me this outfit,” Alejandra said, “but I don’t think this is for me.”

“Uh, actually Alejandra,” Jacob responded from the fourth wall, “she’s a cat.”

Alejandra blinked, staring at her dress again before breaking out a smile.

“Well, I hope her day has been purr-fect!” She said, breaking into a chuckle. It was a bad pun, but damn it, let her have it.

Besides, the NP’s OC gets to wear the T-Shirt, mini-skirt and boots combo on the right, so have fun with it!

Holmes looked at herself in the Food Lion restroom mirror. She had a client to speak to soon, so she had to make this try-on quick. Holmes took a liking to the big black boots. They perfectly set the mood for a Gen-Z private investigator in a southern American inner city. But the real questions that concerned her the most were: How would this work as a disguise, or would it? And what good would it do against an assassination attempt?

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NP: Your oc gets to wear Holmes’ ballistic jumpsuit!