Nezuko Rave Outfit Novels & Stories

Passing by the loud hall with blasting and eardrum shaking noise with countless people dancing and rocking to it as they enjoyed themselves, Sean can't help but sigh, 'another day again with them visiting this place'. Zenos and his friend's appearance were very catchy that evening. Zenos wore a black tailor-made plain suit, while his friends wore a deep blue tailor-made one. They all wore plain black masks and contact lenses that hide their whole face and alter their voice. Their elegant movement, bearing, and tall figure captured everyone's attention and left them watching and sighing at heaven's unfairness.

You added quickly. "At least give Zack a chance, look wear something nice for the party and see who notices." Tara giggled. "Alright fine." You give in to Tara, putting on your best outfit of a black vest, skinny jeans and combat boots, you touch up your make up and you head with Tara to Nate's.

A jolt of electricity shot through her at his touch. "Fine," she said, turning away. "But turn around. I'm not putting this on with you watching." Hanako obeyed, a smirk on his face. He listened as Nene stripped off her robes and slid into the dress. It was a deep crimson, made of sheer lace that left little to the imagination. He could hear the rustle of fabric as she adjusted it, and his mouth went dry. "Okay, you can look now," Nene said, her voice barely audible.

He smiled. My eyes squinted, still judging the pair. Though honestly, I really couldn’t see which part of them that looked like they’re bad people. Unless the two of them were a cosplayer or anything—Noel with his customized white garment that I’ve never seen anywhere before, making me think that he’s an angel, while Ricky wore an also specialized black garment, like an outfit of a king that I saw in one of my favorite webtoon—their outfits were pretty normal looking for me. Again I said, “You REALLY sure that you’re not a bad people?”

Like staring into a shattered rainbow, their colour is the only thing visible in the middle of this black, miserable thunderstorm. I slowly shrug my jacket down my shoulders, if I have to shift and defend myself I’d rather not wreck it. Deep black canvas, waterproof from the rain and dense, it feels like I’m wearing armour. Zeke likes his leather jacket, White Forest have their cloaks. I skulk about like a serial killer. So I’ve heard Naomi and Leona say anyway.

Sasha explained, “was a formal dance held on Tanabata night. Only high school juniors and seniors were permitted to attend, but underclassmen could also go if they were invited by an older student to accompany them. “On this night, the seniors and juniors dressed up in traditional Tunturian clothes. Men donned a white garment called retarpe, made from the fiber of the staff-tree and decorated with traditional embroidery and appliqué. Over this garment was worn a blue battle surcoat called kosonte, which had been imported all the way from Honshu. Women, on the other hand, wore ezo nizhiki, Mandarin-collared dresses that had been imported through the trade route with Sakhalin.

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.

Phobos slowly sets me down on my feet enveloping a fluffy towel around my shivering body so it could soak up the wetness of my flesh and warm me up. He strides towards his coffee-coloured baggage rummaging through it picking out his outfit for today. "Are you thrilled to see the lantern festival today?" I ask stepping to the closet to browse through the apparel I possess here that were not taken to our pack. My eyes linger on the sleeveless lavender colour layered dress and it sparks my interest. I haven't worn it before I do not remember when I purchased it but I know it is brand-new. I shall wear it for tonight's celebration.

I was wearing black leather double-pleat trousers, a black FW 1992 Yohji double-breasted blazer, and black Margiela Tabissheer black polka-dot tights, Doc Marten monkey boots, a gold chain necklace, lilac hoops, and blue eyeshadow, all too extravagant. Jude had forced me to wear them, not like I had a choice. I was going to see Mister Magnificent, so I should be dressed as extravagant as possible.

The only person I recognised in the small crowd was Neo, and she gave me one hell of a fake smile. I rolled my eyes when I noticed how she was dressed. She was wearing a long white dress with long sleeves, she looked like a bride rather than the groom's sister and guest. Neo kind of reminded me of Violet, except Neo was a bit lighter and rocked short silver hair, and she applied too much makeup. I finally got to the front and I turned around to face Lizzy. "You made the right choice," she said with a comforting smile, and then went to take a seat, but all the seats were taken, so she had to go back inside to get a chair.