Clothing Dye Recipe Items

Smells like wood glue and furniture lacquer.

The world feels colorless without you in it.

A splash of color for the long, strange, wonderful business of figuring out who you are—and LOVING what you find.

You can almost smell a whiff of a pumpkin spice latte.

Freshly escaped from a terrarium experiment.

A splash of color for the long, strange, wonderful business of figuring out who you are—and LOVING what you find.

Red like sealing wax, black like the secrets it keeps.

Nothing says 'I have my life together' quite like an all-white ensemble.

One of two official uniform colorways for the Crosslands Civic Transit Union!

One of two official uniform colorways for the Crosslands Civic Transit Union!

The color of a world that hasn't told you its secrets yet.

A color that invites every nearby bee for a seat.

A deep blue found where old whale bones rest in the dark.

Like dark chocolate snapped clean down the middle.

Sturdy as well-worn work jeans.

A deep green borrowed from the understory.

Brooding, lavish, and decadent.

A berry-rich shade, the sort that stains your fingertips.

Royal, but in a cursed-heir kind of way.

Inspired by a strong tea steeped a minute too long.

A warm color shaped by sun and wind.

The earthiest tone a parched land can offer.

Will leave you craving that ridiculously large deli-style pickle.

A dragon's favorite color.

All of the beauty and darkness of the natural world.

The weirdest berry there ever was.

The color of forests that have kept the same secrets for a thousand winters.

A color that screams, 'Step on me!'

A color scheme as cozy as the feast that inspired it. Obtained during the Feast of Bears.

A color scheme as jolly as the festival that inspired it. Obtained during the Festival of Gifting.

Any similarity to other magic frost queens, living or dead, is unintentional.

The blue of ice pretending it is perfectly safe to skate on.

A splash of color for the long, strange, wonderful business of figuring out who you are—and LOVING what you find.

A splash of color for the long, strange, wonderful business of figuring out who you are—and LOVING what you find.

A splash of color for the long, strange, wonderful business of figuring out who you are—and LOVING what you find.

A cool tint where mist drifts into tide.

Not just any grape clothing palette. Concord grape.

Fresh, fierce, photosynthesizing.

A color scheme as uncanny as the hunt that inspired it. Obtained during the Harrowing Haunt.

A color scheme as uncanny as the hunt that inspired it. Obtained during the Harrowing Haunt.

The colors you see after licking the business end of a fresh battery.

Like a hand gripping a wrist before either a kiss or a fight.

Life in plastic... it's fantastic.

The depth where old secrets sink.

A clash of dusk and bonfire glow.

Didn't have to beat anyone for this color.

A noble hue, polished bright beneath a thousand watchful moons.

The glow of a lantern swallowed by fog.

Soft as the sachets tucked into your grandma's dresser drawers.

A splash of color for the long, strange, wonderful business of figuring out who you are—and LOVING what you find.

The color of the bright gleam sliding off a whale's back.

Like the inside of a well-loved satchel.

A light, lived-in blue.

The green of sunlight filtering through young leaves.

Sweet without trying.

Like Roomie's jasmine milk tea (oat milk, 25% sugar, less ice, extra boba).

For outfits that say 'safety vest,' or 'do not ingest.'

Let the wolves howl.

The color of wine spreading across the mother-in-law's white dress.

The deepest, darkest you.