Dave Strider Cosplay Novels & Stories

"You look beautiful," Dave praised with admiration as he scanned Aurora's appearance from head to toe. Aurora was wearing black skinny jeans and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. Dave preferred Aurora's look with minimal makeup, her brown-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail like this. Aurora looked like a teenager, while Dave seemed more like an older brother or, more accurately, an uncle. "I might really be turning into a pedophile," Dave muttered to himself with a amused smile.

He rushed downstairs and suddenly threw himself toward Amanda, who was holding the long straw, pretending to fall. And in that instant, the straw snapped completely in half.

He tilted his head over to the left, where I saw Lag, Strangles, and Gerald. Strangles appeared to be dead, which made the others around him anguished. Flame’s rainbow eyes seemed to glisten in the darkness as they focused on my shocked face. The rest of his face was covered with a mask identical to the one Stripes wore. His blood-red pants were torn up one leg, shredded to ribbons on the other. He had on a simple black hooded jumper, which was decorated with bright white stripes up the left arm. His black boots had a ring of bloodied spikes protruding from around the front, the laces comically adorned with fake eyeballs on the ends.

She feels her chest pounding. Today is the day that Vonn's father will come. She looked in the mirror and looked at her reflection. She looks very adorable in that simple but elegant dress. It’s an off shoulder dress. Light blue in color and it really matches her skin color. It accentuated her beauty even more. Anyone who looks at her will be wowed and can’t resist to turn their head to her. Later on she heard a car arrive. Her heart beat goes faster and stronger. She sit for a while and trying to calm herself.

His hands trembled as he brushed a strand of hair from my face and started to lean closer. That’s when I noticed it. The silence. The scent. The tiny scar that Dave never had near his jaw. I frowned, my voice breaking. “Who are you?” “I’m Dave,” he said, but his tone cracked, uneven. “No,” I said, my voice rising. “You’re not. Dave would never—” He froze. Then, slowly, he removed his mask. And the world around me shattered. “Josh?” My throat tightened, disbelief clawing its way out. “How—how did you—this is the outfit Dave wore! What did you do?”

A waiter came over first, made a gesture, and said to the person outside, "Mr. Mitaka, this way please." Mr. Mitaka? As soon as I heard him, my brain was in a buzz! The next second, I saw Dave walking into the private box slowly from outside. He was dressed in a set of stiff suits of matte gray color and his hair seemed shorter than it had been a few years ago. His facial features remained the same however, his skin seemed slightly darker. Originally, I thought I was strong enough but as soon as I saw him, I felt my heart seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible hand.

"Why? See something you don't like?" I looked back down at the wire. The two figures were talking now. The man from our side turned slightly, the light hitting the side of his face. It wasn't Kai. It was one of my own lieutenants—a man Ezra had personally recruited last winter. But it was the stranger who made my blood turn to liquid nitrogen. The stranger turned, and even from this distance, I recognized the predatory, bored silhouette. Damien Stroud. "You motherfucker," I breathed.

Fuck, there is no way I will let him get away with this! As I slowly turned around, I readied myself for the consequences of my actions. I don’t care who this man is or wat position he has in this company. He disrespects me, so I should only return the favor. However, as I turned around, I found myself face to face with a grinning, handsome stranger. His green eyes were bore into mine as if I’m the last meal in this world. His hair was dark and tousled, as if he just brushed it off with his fingers. He was tall and lean, like he always hits the gym. He was only wearing a white long sleeve polo and black jeans. His perfect set of white pearl teeth were on display as he grinned at me and his t

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

Tribal tattoos snake around his arms—they are glowing in white and contrasting with his brown skin. I stare at him, up and down, while wondering why he is wearing what looks like what an island warrior of Atlantis would wear. The stranger is giving off some severe Disney vibes. "It's been too long!" The stranger rolls his shoulders with a long groan, and then he opens his eyes, eyeing me with a formidable fierceness that dissolves and turns into a huge grin. "Oh, a new master!"