2d Gorillaz Outfits Novels & Stories

Chapter 82 The party was in full swing and all the goblins had dressed to impress. The females were bedecked in animal hide dresses and long necklaces around their necks and fingers, while the men wore tunics and shorts made from animal hide. Germaine found out Zar bought the jewelry from some merchants who usually came into the forest. Everywhere rang with gaiety and laughter. Flowers cushioned the floor and walls of the hall, and fireflies were let out of their baskets and flew around, lighting up every part of the hall making it look like something out of a fairytale book.

Dom The dress is olive green, expensive, structured at the shoulders, and the wrong side of comfortable. Oliver told Oba what he needed and Oba sourced it overnight through a contact in Milan. It has a lining that hides the wire in the seam at my left hip. The wire feeds a clean signal back to where Oliver and Chana are running comms. I check my appearance again in the mirror of the gallery's small entrance vestibule. Hair pinned. Lipstick a shade of pink I would never wear in real life. The shoes are the worst part.

It was the fabric of our supposed gear, folded neatly in stacks. Murmurs broke out around me, only growing louder as Rochwall reached for one and held it up for us to see. It was a jumpsuit with a lightning bolt on the chest and a gold belt around the waist. Simple, clean, but beautiful in my eyes because it meant something. “At least it looks better than the blue from last year,” Dylan said, tilting his head. “Trinity saw a picture and said it looked like a trash bag.” I let out a small puff of laughter. I remembered what Dylan’s looked like from last year, as I had also seen it in a picture, and this one wasn’t half as bad. If she had given the other one an F, she would give this one a C.

Still, she managed to pull it off. We stood around until everyone joined us. Grim and all the rest of the guys were wearing similar outfits. Jeans and a basic shirt that still showed off all their muscles. Lilith was wearing some leggings with boots that stopped just above her knees. Peggy and Veronica were wearing mini skirts that showed off their perfectly toned legs. With t-shirts tucked into their skirts, it looked relaxed but still dressy. Their ankle boots looked far more western than mine did. “Everyone ready?” Grim looked around for anyone to suggest otherwise. “Good, let’s go.”

Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fanny pack slung proudly across his waist like a championship belt. Jax followed, his usual broody Lycan energy completely undone by a pair of electric blue dolphin-hem shorts, a tie-dye tank with a cat DJ-ing on it, and a matching banana-yellow visor tilted to the side. Tyler emerged next with mirrored sunglasses, pastel purple shorts so short they should’ve been illegal, and a tank top that read Suns Out, Guns Out over an image of flexing flamingos. His fanny pack was glittery. Glittery.

said Enzir. “Yes, Jad Enzir,” said Gent, bowing slightly. He then took out a rucksack and placed its contents on his lap. “Here. Courtesy of the Dagos Drama Society,” he said as he offered the contents of the rucksack to Enzir. The contents of the rucksack included a couple of matching clothes as well as a blonde wig. Enzir immediately picked a green shirt and dark brown pants that would make him blend well with the local people. Lankko took the remaining clothes, a shirt of garish red and bright purple trousers, as well as the blonde wig.

Well, it makes you look like that typical smart, cute, and popular nerds that you read in books. The outfits are just regular clothes with added twists in them. Now you guys might be wondering what kind of clothing The Pandorgirffs and I are wearing, right? Well, I'll give you guys a hint. Candy. And if you guys thought of Pastel colors then you got it right. Trust me, I laughed and cried after hearing this. Laughing, because it surprisingly looks ridiculously good with their colored wigs. And crying, because I realize that I am in the same boat as them. Sucks to be me.

I laugh and show the girls my choices. “Nope! We are celebrating that asshole going to jail. Que te Folle un Pez! No black!” Ayo exclaims. “Can’t argue with that,” Jess says as the girls start combing through my closet. They pull out a pair of red pleather pants and a white halter top. My hoop earrings and a pair of ankle boots complete the look. Ayo and Jess do my make up and hair. When I look in the mirror, I have to admit that I look good.

Before I could respond, the door opened and two women stepped in, carrying dresses. Not just dresses. Weapons. Silk, velvet, black lace, silver beading that caught the light like shards of broken glass. Gowns not made for weddings… they were made for war. My throat went dry. Valerio gestured toward them like a king presenting spoils. “Choose. But remember… you’re not going there to hide. You’re going there to burn.” The first dress was deep crimson, like spilled wine. Floor length, hugging my curves. Too loud, too obvious maybe.

“You should wear the red jumpsuit from Oops!...I Did It Again, and then tear it off to reveal the sheer rhinestone outfit she wore at the VMAs.” “I’ve always wanted to do the Thriller dance,” Thea said. “Michael Jackson wears a red jacket in that one.” “Not the same as the red bodysuit.” Thea sighed. “Please?” the girls all whined together. “Okay. Fine.” “Good! We can have Doris make our outfits,” Lizzy said. Doris was a gifted seamstress in their pack. She never found her mate, never had children. She lived alone in a small cottage on pack lands. She would be an omega in another pack, but not in New Dawn.