Spacecore Aesthetic Outfits Novels & Stories

he said, stretching out on the couch. "Cool. I’ll hit up Hayden." I shot Hayden a text about the party, but—surprise, surprise—no response. He was probably busy or just straight-up ignoring his phone like usual. After chilling with Finley for a bit, I called it a night and headed back to my room. Lying in bed, I pulled up I*******m and P*******t, scrolling through futuristic costume ideas. After what felt like forever, I finally found the one—a sick-ass silver outfit with holographic details, inspired by Nova from Cybernetic Dawn. It was sleek, badass, and definitely something I could pull off.

Each mark was placed with precision, enhancing her figure rather than overpowering it. Her outfit completed the vision. Fitted, sharp, dark lines accentuated her form without concealing her power. Fuck! Every detail…the cut of the sleeves, the length of the coat, the subtle shine of her boots,all of it was intentional. Alessia had always been beautiful, yes, but this… this was lethal, intoxicating, unforgettable. I swallowed hard, my throat was completely dry. She glanced at me from the corner of her eyes, a mischievous curl on her lips, as though she knew exactly what effect she had.

I pestered Archie for details, but, for once, he was tight-lipped, and only said, ‘it was magical. I wish I could say we are all wearing sparkly and unique suits, but we decided to keep our looks simple so that the women can shine tonight. Aside from Darius, we’re all in traditional black suits, with small pops of color or embellishments. Archie and Artemis have orange pocket squares. Tobias has kept with his trend of having gold woven into his look. Saph told me her dress is blue, which doesn’t surprise me; it’s her color.

I replied shyly. Ate Aika stopped walking and looked at me from head to toe. I was wearing a simple shirt and capri pants, while most of the other girls were in beach outfits—bikinis, see-throughs, shorts, and various other revealing clothing. Ate Aika, now in denim shorts and a sexy blouse, examined me closely. "Isn't your outfit a bit warm?" she curiously asked. "P-Pardon? Uh... no, it's not. I'm comfortable in this outfit—"

IRIS “Meet your new brother.” “What?” No, no, no, I might be dreaming. This is not true. “Jade, you’re here!” Mr.Daves suddenly showed himself and greeted us with the biggest smile I have ever seen from him. He was, like Sage, wearing a white shirt filled with blue and purple paint. “I’m so sorry, had you been waiting long? We were doing last minute customization of your rooms. We have specially colored them according to your names, I hope you’ll like—Oh!” Mr.Daves couldn’t continue his words when Skye suddenly ran up to him and embraced him.

Zoe’s patience and understanding continued, determined to help me find an outfit. After going back and forth for a while, Zoe and I finally picked out a chic and classy outfit. The sleek black skirt flowed gracefully to my ankles, with a fancy ruffle adding a playful twist. It hugged my curves just right, giving a hint of charm without showing too much. I matched the skirt with an off-white top that flowed gracefully over me. Two lovely fabric flowers decorated the chest, giving a delicate touch to the outfit. It felt a bit dressy, but overall, it looked charming and elegant.

They returned with bags full of a hundred years' worth of fallen scales. “We knew this day was coming when someone would finally have the wisdom of the real might of our scales,” Astra purred at her rider as he marvelled that they had actually stored every single scale they shed over the years. Olive and Calor had rolled their eyes at Astra's display of affection at Wayne. Dragomance. Yuck! “Your suit is most marvelous,” Walter said to Olive at noon, a few hours to the end of their partial rest. Her suit was identical to the look of her dragon, flaming orange/red, and a midnight blueish black. When she turned a certain angle, she was clearly invisible.

It was the hyper-critical look on her face that gave me pause, the same one I saw a time or two on the other members of this pack. “Either powder blue or black, for sure. A cinched waist will draw eyes to her hips while also removing the attention from her stomach. It’ll be difficult finding a dress that covers the scars, but I can manage.” Carmen said in a slightly nasal voice, tapping a coffin shaped nail against her dimpled chin.

She scrambled to obey. For the next hour, Vespera constructed her armor. She rejected the pastels of her past life. She rejected the modest cardigans Mrs. Thorne had forced her to wear to look "grateful." She chose silk blouses with high necks that hid the finger-bruises on her arms. She chose wide-legged trousers that lengthened her stride. She chose blazers with shoulder pads that made her silhouette look like a blade. Black. Navy. Charcoal. And a deep, violent Crimson.

Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring.