Death Note Rem Cosplay Novels & Stories

A hungry gleam flickered in her eyes. It was the exact weapon her favorite anime character used, the one she’d been cosplaying when she died. “Alright, miss,” she said, her smile turning sharp. “I’ll be myself. And if they really do show up here someday, dying by the weapon of the god they worshiped… that’ll be their greatest honor.” Now that was more like it—the proper attitude of a 28th-floor boss. --- When I reached the 27th floor, the spirit who answered the door was a woman in business attire, still wearing her office makeup and an apron over her skirt. It was quite an odd, jarring mix.

But then, after a while, Emery showed up and she was wearing a noble lady’s dress and her hair was neatly braided and adorned with several pins, including the one with the flying, blue phoenix. “Whoah, there, Your Highness,” Jadeite stated as she got up from her seat. She walked up to Emery and stared at her from left to right with a smirk plastered on her face. Cataleena and Secorah, on the other hand, were quite speechless since it was their first time to see the assassin they knew who was not at all good at choosing good clothes and was actually dressed like a proper noble lady. “Are you returning to the capital already?” Jadeite asked.

However, the Death Princess, who had a higher body count under her name, didn’t look like she belonged to the underworld. Zen stared at the Death princess for a very long time, and Akiko did the same. Akiko Kanzaki… the name was very much Japanese like his. However, Zen had mixed blood in him, giving him a lighter hair colour than most Asians. In the light, some people claimed that his brown eyes looked green. However, Akiko Kanzaki was very similar to Liu Feng with her long and black hair and obsidian eyes. Correction, eye. She wore an eyepatch over her left eye that made Zen wonder if it was for fashion or to hide an injury. Regardless, she looked like an angel to him, an angel of death. S

Emily requested. Death didn't say anything. He just nodded. Emily went to the morgue and took a peak at her dead body. It is lying down on top of a cold metal bed. It is covered with a white sheet of cloth. She unveiled the cloth, revealing death face. Her thin pinkish lips are now pale just like her skin. Her round Asian eyes are closed. her long curly brown hair lays flat on the surface. "I look so peaceful," Emily commented. She felt Death's hand touched her shoulder again.

He was flanked by a woman, and they were both staring directly at me. The young woman wore a black robe over a long silver gown, which she wore with a hood. Crimson nail polish was applied to her fingernails, which were painted long and black. I couldn't help but notice her golden eyes, which drew my attention before I turned my attention to the man. Except for the silver scarf around his neck, he was dressed somewhat formally in all black. His thick, bushy eyebrows were framed by vivid yellow eyes beneath his dark hair. Is it possible that they were cosplayers? Another option is that there was a medieval event going on nearby. Or perhaps they were petty criminals donning disguises to avoid

“What's the dress code for the underground villain's den? Lace? Leather? Or something that says ‘Don’t mess with me, I bite?’ I leaned back on my elbows, enjoying the view of the sheet slipping off her fingers. “You could wear a trash bag and still get stared at, Kotoyonk.” “Tempting. Less laundry for me to worry about,” she quipped. I followed her into the walk-in closet, plucking a black twist front ruched cutout dress from one of the hangers and handing it to her. “This. It says ‘try me and die.’” She held it up with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. That's a strong review, you should work in fashion.”

Zitrey fearlessly stares back on her old acquaintance, “You've never changed, acting like a lost kitten and bite the hands who've helped you, same old tricks as ever. Right scaredy-cat Z? Or should I call you the notorious fierce assassin– Aoi Akuma?” Just then, a freezing harsh wind blows. The smooth raven hair and clothes of Zitrey sways following the current of the air. At the same moment, Aoi Akuma hoody fell off on his head, showing his elegant features and his cunning face. The cloak he wears strongly sways in back and forth with the wind, showing his silky arctic kimono with Blue Morpho Butterflies designed on it and it's navy blue 'Hakama' with black obi belt tied on his waist. Addin

The convention hall buzzed with energy, but Alex felt completely out of place. At 23 and painfully shy, he had come alone, mostly to people-watch and admire the elaborate costumes. Then he saw her. She stood near the photo area, dressed as Zero Two from Darling in the Franxx , the sexy anime character with the iconic pink hair, red horns, and a revealing bodysuit modified into a short, flouncy skirt that barely covered her thighs. The tight top hugged her full breasts, pushing them up invitingly, while thigh-high stockings and platform boots completed the look. Her long pink wig framed a strikingly beautiful face with bright contact lenses that made her eyes look otherworldly. She was breath

He was a poker face as he controlled himself not to wheeze. “Thank you, sir, nice wig and costume. Are you roleplaying Kaneki Ken? Or the vampire Zero? Those contact lenses of yours were really cool. Did you buy them from Lenscon? That was a professional contact lese designer, that’s where we buy ours!” the one in green and from head to toe asked him. He just nodded and smiled awkwardly. They really thought that he was just cosplaying. “By the way, speaking of Lenscon, do you−“

“Agreed.” The rest of the day passed in a controlled frenzy. I chose a blood-red gown for the summit — elegant, powerful, with a high collar and long sleeves to hide the bruises and scars. Damien wore a tailored black suit that made him look every inch the Reaper, even with the slight limp. We stood together in front of the mirror, a matching pair of dark royalty. “You look like sin,” he murmured, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “My favorite kind.”