Spacecore Aesthetic Outfits Novels & Stories

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

“Ah... Wow! Let me look at you!” Nicole twirled Scarlett with infectious excitement, eyeing her from head to toe. “You are absolutely gorgeous, Scarlett,” she gushed with genuine admiration. Blushing, Scar graciously thanked her before turning to the long mirror. Clad in a shimmering silver bodycon gown, her orange curls were elegantly tied up in a loose bun, with a few silver strands artfully escaping, adding a touch of glam. Completing the ensemble was light makeup accentuated by a bold dark red lip – she looked like an absolute queen.

Beggars could not be choosers after all. The two of us got dressed in the scouting gear that we brought with us. Our pack often went on undercover missions and scouted often. Therefore, our teams designed outfits based on the type of environment they would be in. Brynn looked very sexy in her tight dark brown pants and black long-sleeved shirt that was camouflaged with browns and greens. It was form-fitting, so her chest was deliciously on display. Her hair was braided so that she would be able to hide it underneath her cap once we left.

I sighed. "This is what you are going to wear." Hanaele lent me common identity clothes that the Agila squad is wearing. A white, knee level cape with a logo of an eagle in the emphasis of its sharp eyes, and its writing style that I did not recognize. A stretchable, dark red pants. Several blue strands of which I still do not know what are uses, and yellow upper attire. An orange-colored hip length jacket-like. And of course, peach footwear in knee level.

I laughed. Caleb is the one in charge of taking care of Nico. Almira, Kate and Dulce are the one that’s preparing the foods while Alexander, Moliana and Alvin are the one that is decorating the garden. Designing it for a Christmas theme. While me, I’m the one that’s wrapping and naming the gifts for later while doing a live stream. “Hey, guys. I’ll be ending my live stream for now. I’ll be back later for the live countdown.” I said and then click the end live button.

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.

"And so are you. Now get to the hangar. We need a stealth-skiff, something that doesn't broadcast a Vane-Global signature." The descent from the Central Spire to the slums was like falling from heaven into a furnace. We stripped off the corporate silk. I traded the mercury gown for a set of reinforced Scrapper leathers—black, oil-stained, and lined with "Void-Lead" to dampen my signature. Dante donned a tactical vest, his arms bare, the gold-and-obsidian fire of his tattoos a constant, low-level warning system. As the stealth-skiff hovered over the Grey-Sector, I saw the change.

But in workout gear, it’s a game of where’s skin. He’s got this incredible realistic grayscale full sleeve piece on his right arm of a mountainscape of a wolf pup sitting on a lake looking at the rippled reflection of a full-grown wolf. His legs are grayscale realistic mythology scenes featuring, you guessed it, wolves. His left sleeve is different, still grayscale, but it’s a Nightmare Before Christmas sleeve. And his back dude has a full-color Japanese Godzilla piece. And lastly, his chest piece is this grayscale twisted grove of branches that comes together to look like a guitar with a raven on the perched wings spread wide on the top.

I reply, coldly. Scott is wearing a pair of cargo pants and a pink T-Shirt. Nothing special, yet he manages to look impossibly sexy. I haven’t got my head around that idea yet. Scott being sexy, I mean. Scott looking half decent used to be a difficult enough concept. Every morning, I expect him to emerge looking like he used to; as if he stepped out of a Time Machine, all monstrous clothing and mad hair.

But she did have an odd aura. Selene stood before me, clad in the section 5 Army uniform, a garment renowned for its lightweight and form-fitting design. The fabric seemed to seamlessly conform to her body, almost as if it were a second skin. I remembered hearing that when you shift, it feels like you're naked due to the liberating sensation the fabric provides. It's a beautiful design that ensures comfort and flexibility during shifts. Plus, it magically reappears on your body when you shift back—a practical detail that minimizes the risk of being caught naked.