Timmy Turner Costume Novels & Stories

“We’re a here to buy some fresh um… house stuff for a … house. Oh! And clothes too, please and a thank you!” The lady, Pearl, looked confused. I stepped in, feeling oddly endeared at the kid. It was weird, I usually found them obnoxious, but this one was sweet. I just wished Timmy wasn’t part of the Aconite clan. “He means I’d like some decorations for my new cabin. Preferably things not too flashy, if you have anything. Also any normal medium and large clothes you have would be fine, if you can’t tell; my clothes are a bit worn down.”

Still, seeing my grandmother sitting in the front row brings me a small sense of relief. When I lift my eyes, I see the faces that have become my new family. Timmy, with his protective air and crooked smile, wears a deep blue suit that reflects his boldness and style. Midnight, or Huxley, as I call him now, carries his aura of mystery in a burgundy suit, sober and imposing. Gutemberg, the Ghost, who is no longer quite so ghostly, is in a lead-gray suit, flawless as the rich boy he’s always been. Vincent, leaning casually, seemingly indifferent but attentive to every detail, wears absolute black, elegant and commanding. They’re all here, each occupying a unique and non-negotiable space in my

“Yeah. Just… here to say hi. I won’t stay long.” She gave me a warm smile. “You’re here for Selena, aren’t you? She’s in the dressing room with the others. I’ll go get her.” I nodded as she left and Bryan clapped his hands. “She is going to flip.” “I hope that’s a good thing.” “Of course. You brought glitter.” A few minutes passed. Then I heard her. “Timothy!” I turned, and there she was—Selena, barreling down at me with all of her might in a magician’s costume two sizes too large, wearing a falling top hat that seemed to have been to war.

I scratch my hair in defeat as I keep sighing. The costume team went to the infirmary to quickly take Timmy's costume. Since I had a much larger build than him they need to adjust it a little bit. Yet in several minutes they finished it and the dress miraculously fit. The president and Alison went toward me to discuss the lines but I saw Alison getting awkward by the situation. "Don't be like that Alison. He's handsome why are you refusing to partner up with him? Together you look good." she started as a matter of fact.

"Traditional packs keep Lunas pretty powerless." "Then they'll have to adjust," Timothy says with a shrug. "I'm not running a traditional pack." We finish breakfast and get ready for the day. Timothy showers and changes into formal clothes. Black pants, white shirt, the leather jacket with the Frostfang symbol. He looks good. Powerful. Like he was born for this role. But I can see the stress around his eyes. The weight on his shoulders. "You okay?" I ask as we drive to the Pack Hall.

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

“Oh, my God. Are they still with you?” “Yes, Your Excellency.” “That is good. You can bring them.” “It is all right.” After the call, Tim happily walked to the boys' room and announced, “Get ready. We are going to see the Head of State.” “Ha!” The startled boys exclaimed. “Yes. Dress up quickly,” he said and took a step. “What are we wearing? Our school uniform or mufti?” Gerald asked excitedly. Tim looked at the time and advised him, “It is almost 4 PM, and wearing a school uniform now is absurd. Put on a decent mufti.”

Benjamin was first to recover. “I’m surprised you know that much for someone who wears a hoodie and cargo pants to a company, couldn’t you at least dress in a suit?” I ask as I got up to finally courtesy after the time they had already spent. “That’s not the issue here,” Timothy, who was wearing designer shorts, two heavy gold chains and a big black shade on his varsity jacket spoke.

Gotta hit the iron when it's hot, and Pete had already expressed a desire to retire early and spend every waking breath with his wife and daughter. Discussing hot things, I didn't half look terrible in my Kiton suit. I'd eschewed the dress shirt in favor of a buttoned-up blazer that showcased my sculpt-like chest. I stopped on the red carpet to give the cameras a gleaming white grin, one hand casually jammed into my front pocket. I caught sight of Pete and Timothy chatting up a major TV executive I'd once fake-dated to keep her parents out of her hair. Pete wore an all-black three-piece, and Timothy wore. What the hell was she wearing? Some kind of burgundy velvet outfit that coordinated wit

I waved to the rugby boys, some of them I have met before. I finished my drink Maddie handed me, the burn in my stomach felt as if it was melting the rest of my body slowly. After my third drink, my fingers and lips became numb. Emmett sat in a small group in the corner with Burney and Zac. Emmett was dressed as Tigger from Winnie the Pooh and Burney was dressed as a rainbow, with a sequin rainbow suit he said is based off of a book called the Rainbow Fish. Five minutes later, Emmett had me and Burney in stitches from laughing and I turned to Zac to see if he was laughing too.