Shego Kim Possible Costume Novels & Stories

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

A pang of jealousy hit me hard and I felt the facade I was wearing would burst out any moment. Jade's costume was a perfect indication of a vampire-like impression. She wore a long, flowing black gown that was fitted at the top and flared out from the waist. The dress was adorned with intricate lace detailing and had a high neckline that showcased her delicate collarbones. She completed her look with a pair of elegant, heretofore dangerous-looking, black stilettos.

Jamima said smiling but her smile was nothing but stern and cold to that can give chills down the spine easily. Mr. Chester watched her from top to bottom. It was clear that she wasn't of no importance at all because her demeanor was that of a strong and powerful warrior. She was wearing a black gown that was backless and sleeveless with high heels. Her hair was tied in a low lossy bun. While her eyes were of three colors. Chester wasn't sure what creature she was. He had the doubt that she could be hybrid but her presence was more powerful than that of a hybrid.

We hit the shops first, picking out pieces that felt more like armor than clothes, then headed back home to put on those outfits and slay. Hailey looked like a dark feminine dream. She was wearing a tight, chocolate-brown armless gown that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her cleavage was out, and she had slung a silver spike belt low on her hips that glinted under the lights. With her dark makeup and high boots, she looked lethal.

I need to be comfortable, I'm doing a superhero movie and my superhero outfit is a little on the uncomfortable side. "We're going to do an interview with Hausaroom. You're pretty good as you are, maybe you'll add a veil." She looked my dressing over, I nodded,picking up the black bag Iyamé had placed over a folded silver stone veil, I looked myself over as I wrapped the dense cotton veil around myself and nodded in appreciation.

Sometimes it would even be as different as how they dress. For example: their pack was the only one who wore kimonos to prominent events. Shiro wore a simple black one. There was no need to have intricate designs or artwork. That would distract them from the things he needed to say. His hair went to his lower back when it was down. He got it from his mother and grandfather. It was as black as night and as straight as the wooden boards on the ground. He had put it up in a simple ponytail, allowing it to lie on his neck and blend in with his dark outfit. The only thing that stood out against his clothing was a necklace that his grandfather had given him. It was a red medallion that rested on h

"Hell no, but I am making you look like the goddess herself." I sat there in my midnight blue dress. Helen had taken Kimi, Saka, Len, and me to a go shop for this party. There were to be two balls during the week, so Kimi and I had to get two formal dresses, and the guys had to get formal clothes as well. I looked at Kimi, who looked stunning in her light purple dress. Her arms were totally exposed, and you could see her arm tattoos.

No shame. The guards gave me a mask, the same custom as always. I wore a flowing silk gown in two shades of blue—ocean and midnight. Vespara had chosen it for me. The soft fabric hugged my waist and moved with the wind like waves. My hair was swept into a simple bun, and small diamond studs sparkled in my ears. I wasn’t trying to look like royalty. I just wanted to feel like myself.

It is also one of those Enzo's games she wasn't entirely sure she would win. She didn't say anything else, but hours later, the glam team was ushered into their suite with Enzo's directive, which was surprising for Sherry because she was still yet to get why he was doing all this. A few hours had passed, and she stood in front of a gold-trimmed mirror, sliding a dark emerald gown over her curves. It hugged her like memory foam and shimmered when she moved. A silver mask covered her eyes, feathers at the edge framing her face like mystery incarnate.

And I had spent a month studying spells that turned thread into armor, light into blade, rejection into revolution. Selene would wear Celestial Gossamer. She would float like an angel, shimmer like dawn, and believe herself queen of the evening. I would wear survival. And survival, in the right hands, was the deadliest gown of all.