Costume Undertale Novels & Stories

Showering quickly, Clare towelled herself dry on a large, fluffy white bath towel and went back into the bedroom. She took the small square box and placed it on the bedside table, then tore the gold wrappings from the larger rectangular box. Inside were the usual layers of white tissue paper. Searching among them Clare pulled out a white lace unitard — a nylon leotard and tights combined into one garment. A neatly hemmed hole had been cut out where the crotch should be. The box also contained a pair of white, patent-leather high-heels.

Anthony enjoys deep throating with more focus from my lips than tongue. Dedra helps me out of my wedding dress, undergarments, and accessories. After I clean the makeup off my face and wash the hairspray out of my hair before quickly blow drying it. I do a quick once over to make sure my bits that I liked shaved and groomed are good to go. I slip into the cream colored sheer teddy. No thong or panties, I’m not surprised. Dedra looks me over as a smile crosses her face. “You are ready, Unicorn.” Dedra beams her approval.

Now, here we are, the time finally here, and my heart’s racing like I’m about to step onto a stage. I slip into the Jasmine costume in our shared hotel suite—Mom and Dad in one room, Luca and me crashing in the other with the pull-out couch for him. The teal fabric hugs my curves just right, the halter top dipping low enough to show a hint of cleavage, the pants loose but sheer in the right light. I adjust the gold headpiece, letting my dark hair cascade down my back. Luca knocks softly before poking his head in. “Ready, Princess?” His voice is light, but his eyes linger a second too long on my outfit. He’s decked out as Aladdin—baggy pants, open vest showing off his toned chest, that fake s

The bulky suitcase that Edward dragged when he set off turned out to be filled with costumes and masks? "And what about the Thousand Umbrellas?" Lucia couldn't help but ask. "I also asked Mr. Martel about this, and he said that it was ordered by a merchant who made cosplay props on Taobao earlier, because he also bought other clothes, and the boss even gave him a discount, and he won the ...... for less than 500 thousand." There was an eerie silence. After hearing this, the people present did not cheer, but stared at Nayon with an indescribable look.

The theme had been meticulously chosen, reflecting the couple’s desire for a unique and memorable celebration. Khana, dressed as Carmilla, exuded an ethereal charm in her flowing red gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves of night. Richard, standing tall beside her, looked every bit like Cecelion, his dark suit and dark black hair, giving him an air of mysterious elegance of a vampire. Though Khana had never played the game, she had spent hours browsing the internet, carefully selecting their costumes to ensure they made a striking pair.

The air was heavy with alcohol, sweat, and cheap perfume. I grunted low in my throat. Most of the students were cross-dressing tonight...guys in dresses, girls in tuxedos. Apparently, it was the theme. "Boring," I muttered under my breath, more to myself than anyone. "What did you say?" Elsa asked sweetly, looking up at me. "Nothing," I said sharply. Too sharply. Her smile faded. She unclamped her hand from my arm with a little huff. I sighed in relief the moment her hand slipped away.

Alissa pointed to the object, slightly frightened. "It’s your crown. I have one too." He pointed to his outfit. There was not much difference in Alissa’s. The costume consisted of a green pants and jacket like her dress. The ornaments were of the same color as hers and the crown had no flowers, but there were still feathers. " Are you sure everyone will wear something like this?" she asked, unbelieving and still not believing that she would have to wear something so posh. Mateo laughed when he noticed her expression. "Of course I do. I know how to do the research. But we will win the contest for best fantasy, for sure." He laughed, putting the doll mask on his face.

“You are summoned to the training yard at the ninth bell. Dress in the provided garments.” He set the tray on the small table and left without waiting for a reply. The door locked again. Caelan stared at the food for a long moment before forcing himself to eat. He needed strength, even if every bite tasted like ash. Beside the tray lay folded clothes: loose black trousers, a fitted gray tunic without sleeves, soft leather boots. No collar of rank. No insignia. Just enough to mark him as tribute, not servant, not noble. He changed quickly, folding his old clothes neatly on the bed. The new tunic clung to his frame, exposing the lean lines of his arms and the faint scars that crisscrossed his

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.

“You look quite dashing yourself.” Alec was dressed as Prince Charming. It was the only costume that Morana brought for him that didn't involve tights. Although the breeches or pantaloons or whatever the hell they were called back then are pretty darn tight. But he liked the costume because of the blue and gold ornate coat and the white ruffly thing at the neck. He swept his dark hair to the side, laying it down neatly and I have to admit, the outfit just kind of fits him, personality-wise.